Chapter 338 One Knife

Most of the mana used by evil monks is related to human souls. Most of the mana used is negative spells. This thin man stands there, and as soon as he takes action, dozens of ghosts fly up and down. The horrible ghosts make people feel creepy. Moreover, looking at that, it doesn't seem to be fully used. Li, the ten thousand ghost flag gathered at least thousands of ghosts, and most of them were at the level of ghosts, which was very powerful. For a moment, the guy opposite immediately fell into the wind, with horror on his face and defeat. It was a sure thing to see if he could save his life. Although the extremely happy palace did not use the regulations not to kill people. But everyone tried their best to avoid this.

"Wan Gui Fan!" Cloth lowered his head, and his heart suddenly became gloomy. After this magic weapon is successfully made, it does not directly exert its power, but first collect human souls and make them into ghosts, and then fight against these ghosts. At most, it can control 100,000 ghosts, which is very powerful. His horror is not reflected in the power, but in the production project to make a complete ten thousand ghost flag, which requires at least the souls of more than 100,000 people to swallow in, and any soul swallowed by ten thousand ghost flags has no possibility of being reincarnated. It can only be enslaved and reduced to a tool for others and helping to abuse.

At the thought of this, Bu Yi's heart was suddenly full of anger. No matter for what purpose he refined ten thousand ghosts, he died.

At this time, the evil cultivation he paid attention to suddenly smiled and spit out a blue strange smoke, emitting an extremely gloomy breath. It had appeared and immediately rushed to the monk opposite. The evil breath emanated, which was very horrible, as if to devour everything.

When the young man saw this, he immediately exclaimed. Just as he was about to open his mouth and throw it, he saw that the smoke did not give him any chance. He rushed over like lightning, almost ignoring the young man's protective mana and rushed directly up. The young man's frightened expression immediately turned into a sad scream.

When Xie Xiu saw this, he showed a gloomy ghost smile. With a wave of his big hand, countless ghosts rushed up, opened his mouth, and his claws were torn. He tore the young man apart and swallowed it for a while. In a moment, a big living man disappeared, and a burst of blood came from the air. The horrible scene made countless people were disgusted.

Seeing this, the evil man laughed wildly, waved his hand, took the man's soul, jumped up, and looked at everyone on the stage with gloomy eyes, and his eyes were full of strange colors.

On the rostrum, the host's face was full of anger. This guy is really looking for death and dares to kill people on the territory of the Extreme Lotte Palace. However, the rules do not say that you can't kill, and the host can put up with it.

"Evil cultivation wins."

When the cloth saw this, his eyes were full of murder. He practiced the five elements of thunder, and his heart was full of righteousness. When he saw such monks, his disgust doubled. What's more, this guy actually used evil methods to kill people in front of him, which was unbearable.

Soon, the first game ended and the second round began.

After the first round, there were 1,17 people left, and half of them began to vote. One person was empty. What Bu Yi didn't expect was that the person who was empty was actually him.

The reason is that his strength is so strong that he has basically been ranked first, and the comparison is just a form.

When announcing this result, Bu Yi found that there were many unfriendly looks at the scene, several of which seemed to be extremely unsistible. However, the afterglow of the Lotte Palace was quite strong, and these people did not dare to stand up for trouble.

You don't have to go to the game, and the cloth is naturally happy.

In my spare time, I began to study the use of spells.

Cloth can use most of the spells in the five elements, but what he likes most is the powerful spells such as Huayi Thunder and Zhenlei. The latest is also the transformation spells such as vitality transformation, which are also extremely powerful. General spells have never been used like this, such as fireball, ice hockey and so on.

Electric spells are the most difficult spells to master. They are quite difficult to use. It is also very difficult to master them completely, not to mention that it is basically impossible to freely control and form various array attacks.

After a moment of simulation in the sea of knowledge, it failed. Because the speed of the thunder and lightning spell was too fast, he resolutely launched and attacked. Thousands of miles in an instant, it could not form any attack sequence at all. The speed was too fast and there was no way to control it. Only at the moment of action, there was a few chances to fully control it. His consciousness must be strong enough to affect the speed of lightning attacks, so that he can handle it like others.

Thinking of this, he already knows what to do.

The second round is also in full swing.

However, with the premise of killing the monks in the first scene, in the second scene, these monks became more ferocious. After a battle, nearly half of them were killed and injured, and Bu Yi sighed in his heart.

Among them, he saw the leaders of many sects, as many as dozens of them. Everyone is very powerful and powerful. Although most of them did not do their best and retain part of their strength, the explosive strength is almost equivalent to the master of the Jindan period. Look at other monks. Cold.

Bu Yi noticed that in addition to his eldest brother, the disciples of the demon sect had some ways that day. They used a long bloody knife and waved a little bit of temperament, and their strength was very close to the eldest brother. The rest of them were not enough to see. If there is no accident, it should be the master who finally fought with him. Brother Xing was silent, or this person, he vaguely felt that this person's strength, far more than that, seemed to be hidden.

Zheng Mo stood on the field, with indifference in his eyes. Looking at his opponent, his eyes became colder and thicker. In this competition, he was not a pig, but he was told by the master that the Xing of Shoushan Taoist Temple also wanted to participate, so he carried a knife to participate in the competition. For him, among the three generations of disciples, there was no opponent except Wuyu. , but he didn't expect that after here, he saw three of the five emperors one after another, which really surprised him.

The five royals are divided into thunder, fire, water and earth wind. There are only five royals in total, but they didn't expect to meet three here. Moreover, Mo Dongfeng of Lingxiao Pavilion also came. This guy is a guy who is called the same as Shuiyu. Although he is not on the list, he is indeed recognized as a guy with the level of thunder. He is simply amazing. Enter.

These four people are the best opponents this time. As for the brag cloth boy, hum, he is just a clown.

In Zheng Mo's heart, this cloth is just a boy who has risen in just a few years. How can he have any strength? Although he has a good refiner and has to admit it, he doesn't believe it if the Taoism is equally powerful.

Thinking of this, his face turned cold and he looked at his opponent in large numbers. He only had two words to comment on this opponent, which was too weak.

Standing proudly in the air, alone, holding a knife in his hands, Zheng Mo said proudly, "Do you admit defeat or be killed by me? You can choose for yourself. You know, since the magic knife comes out, you must drink blood before you can return."

Opposite him, the disciple in Shushan Taoist robe showed a look of fear on his face, and his face was extremely firm, and he said harshly, "Kendo, in times of trouble, if I am drunk back by your words, then what is the face of my Shushan faction?"

Zheng Mo's face showed a little excitement, "Okay, what I want is this courage. People who don't have the courage don't deserve to be a Taoist. I'm glad that you have this courage. If you don't admit defeat directly like other wastes, I will save your life."

Shushan's disciple's face flashed. Although he clearly knew that he could not defeat the other party, the sword man must have arrogance in his heart, just like the sword in his hand. His heart was fearful and his arrogance could not be broken. Thinking of this, he stabilized his fear and brazenly took action.

With a finger in his hand, a sharp sword spirit burst out from his fingers, wielding a hundred-meter-long sword. The sharp sword was not clever at all. This blow went straight to the top of Zheng Mo's head.

Zheng Mo nodded and gave a high look at Shushan's disciples, but this strength... He didn't even look at it. He slowly loosened his hands, grabbed the scabbard with his left hand, touched the handle of the knife with his right hand, and was ready to go. When the sword spirit came, his face turned cold, and a faint voice suddenly came out, "A knife." Then he suddenly pulled out the knife.

Blood red, a piece of blood red, a knife, the sky was replaced by blood-red knife gas, cut from the diagonally below to Shushan disciples. When the knife gas passed, a white mark was drawn in the air, as if the void had been shattered. This knife spirit, fierce, domineering, arrogant and indestructible, collided with the sword spirit, and the sword spirit was broken as soon as it touched, revealing it. The body of the flying sword was directly cut to the flying sword. This unknown magic weapon was directly swept away and hit the colorful barrier.

Boom.

The barrier formed by the power of the heavenly magic weapon was shaken.

After the knife gas broke through the flying sword, it suddenly soared, and only the disciples of Shushan were taken. As soon as the knife light was stretched out, the arrogant knife gas spread all over the space, blood color, and a strong blood gas emanated.

At this time, the knife light suddenly came away, and the blood light was rolled up and disappeared.

The scene in the field reappeared in everyone's eyes, but at this moment, one person stood in the air and one person half knelt on the ground.

Zheng Mo turned around and Shi Ran left. Needless to ask, he had won.

With blood and one hand, everyone was shocked and looked at the disciple in the scene. There was a ferociousness on the face of the disciple of Shushan, holding his shoulder in one hand. On his body, a horrible wound, from the right rib slanted up to the left shoulder, the bones could be seen deep, bloody and horrible. However, the disciple was not dead yet. He was strong. Enduring the tearing pain of half of his body being cut off, he resolutely wanted to stand up.

It's so horrible, so powerful under a knife.

The cloth's eyes lit up. This guy is a little interesting.

PS: I'm cheering up!