Chapter 131 Crazy Man's Miserable Failure

"If it weren't for this second thing, maybe I wouldn't be so troublesome, because I won't get any benefits. I heard that the gentleman has the best purple and black equipment, which is not only mentally strong, but also has high physical attack power, and also increases the effect of many undead skills. This is the main purpose of my coming here. Death came and looked at me and said.

"This? What do you mean? I asked puzzledly. I'm afraid that this death came to fall in a fancy with my soul sickle. I really didn't know how he knew it. I could probably think of it, that is, he was determined to tell him. I have only had contact with Weixin.

"I want to make a bet with you, which side will win the wheel battle between Weixin and your Xuanyuan Pavilion. If Weixin will win, then you can give me the purple and black equipment soul sickle." Death came and said.

"Hey, why?" I asked inexplicably, "Why should I bet with you? I refuse."

"You won't refuse." Death came and opened his mouth with a strange smile. At a glance, he knew that it was the type of honey-bellied sword. He said slowly, "The people in the ancient capital of Rasha near here have lurked. If you don't agree, none of your gangs can leave here alive. Do you think my ancient capital of Rasha, together with these people from the Weixin Guild, will not be able to solve your helpers? Of course, if you think it doesn't matter if everyone in your gang has fallen to such a level or two, then it's another matter.

"What?" I was stunned, good boy, I didn't expect to be hacked!

And my gang began to panic. Although they didn't say anything, I also knew that they really wanted me to agree that anyone would die inexplicably.

"Acheng..." Piaoyi Lily called me softly. She knew that I was in a dilemma now. She neither wanted me to agree to such an unfavorable condition, nor did she want to be implicated by the helpers. She just asked me with concern.

I hesitated for a long time and then asked, "So what's the benefit if we win?"

"Well... I promise to let your Xuanyuan Pavilion's gangs leave here intact." Death came and laughed so dangerously.

"Haha!" I couldn't help laughing and exclaimed, "Okay, okay, it seems that if I lose, I will not only give you the sickle of the dead soul, but also withstand the attack of your two forces. Your wishes are really good at calculating!"

Weixin sneered and said, "I said to pull the wind, and sooner or later I will make you regret it. Let me die so many times and lose so many levels, I will also give you a taste of this.

I stared at Weixin fiercely and scolded, "Shut up, useless bastard. If you can't beat me, invite someone."

"You...Believe it or not, I'll let your helpers go to the west now!" Wei Xin cursed angrily.

I took a look at Death. He seemed to understand what I meant and turned to Weixin and said, "Weixin, do you remember what we said?"

Weixin frowned and stopped talking.

How's it going? Are you fighting? Or don't you fight?" Death came and looked at me with interest. He seemed to want to know what kind of choice a game master like me would make in the face of such a scene.

"Fight!" I shouted loudly and said, "There are all dead trees under the tree. It's better to cut down the tree to see if it can kill the lion!"

With that, Xiao Zi and Ren Ai directly added a healing technique to the madman, but only restored the madman's qi and blood to half. The madman in full prime is not the opponent of death, not to mention that now the madman's qi and blood is only half. In fact, there is no suspense about my failure, but I don't do anything and let me admit defeat. I can't do it!

Death came and looked at me with a faint smile, turned his head and moved his chin to the three priests behind him, motioning me to add blood.

The three priests were stunned at once, and there was no response for a moment, looking at their boss Weixin.

Weixin frowned and said, "I didn't ask you to come here to add blood to others."

Death frowned and said, "Weixin, you'd better not annoy me."

"You..." He only wanted to speak and stopped, and said helplessly, "Listen to him." So the three priests whispered, "This is the last time we release the magic value of healing. Are you sure you want to give it to him?"

Death came and smiled disdainfully, "This is also the last battle, and it's useless to keep blue."

The three priests obviously understood that death came, so they released a healing technique for me, and the madman's blood filled up in an instant.

I looked at Death puzzledly, but he said, "I said it was a one-on-one fight with you, even if it's a one-on-one fight with you, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little."

I snorted coldly and said, "Don't think I will be grateful to you if you do this. I still have a Taoist priest here, and you and I have used the healing skills. It seems that my auxiliary staff still has the advantage.

"I said, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little loss. You still can't beat me." Death came and said confidently.

"Stop talking nonsense, how to know if you don't try!" I despise people who have expected the end of this kind of thing before they start doing it. Without saying a word, the advanced holy words are thrown to the madman, and the madman came forward and picked a spiral*.

Death's move was also good, avoiding the madman's frontal attack, and a "dodge half of the damage" emerged from his head. The first attack, although half of it was dodged, the power was still good, and the power of the dragon gun was not covered.

After withdrawing the attack, I hurriedly fled. I must minimize the number of attacks by death, because every time I am attacked, my strength will decline.

But it's a pity that the madman is not an agile profession, and the weapon of Death is relatively long. I can't give full play to the advantages of the long weapon to deal with him.

"Puff..." The sickle from Death hit my armor, emitting a black light, and there was a sound of corrosion, leaving some black spots on my body.

If you just receive an attack, it won't affect me very much. Now, I must beat more blood!

Neither of us is suitable for running attack, so the probability of both sides using the position is very small, almost face-to-face split. Of course, I know that I must have lost the split, so I still dodge rarely, but as I have been attacked more and more, the armor on my body has been corroded. There are also more and more, and the defense and attack power have been greatly reduced.

"Hum, it seems that I'm going to decide this dead soul sickle." Death came and said more and more excitedly.

No, now this death is an enemy for me. If the sickle of the dead is in his hand, his strength will be stronger, so that I will be more difficult to deal with him in the future.

I really can't figure out that my equipment is much better than him, and my level is so much higher than him, and I will still be defeated by him. This death is simply a PK priesthood. Why didn't I choose Death when I chose that day, but chose to steal God? ( Death is coming: What do you know? When you saw me heroic on the PK stage, did you think that I would have to cut more than a dozen knives when I killed a little monster? Do you understand the pain when I practiced? Cry!)

"Acheng, come on! Ah Cheng, come on!" The transformation of life and the elegant lily cheered me up very excitedly under the stage, and many gangs have placed their hopes on me. Of course, not only to be able to leave here safely, but more importantly, the glory of a gang.

"The wind master is the most invincible! He is not likely to lose!" A gang shouted.

"That's right, the wind leader is the strongest! He is not likely to lose!" Another gang catered to the way.

"The wind leader is the most brave! He is not likely to lose!"

"The wind master is the most obscene! He is not likely to lose!"

Me: "...the word is wrong, my friend."

"The wind leader is the most spring brother! If he loses, he will be reborn in the same place!"

I spray blood

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Death came and **ed me and said with a smile, "Your culture of helping people is not bad. You have called more than a dozen times in a row, and the words are not heavy. Unfortunately, the latter few are adjectives for rape, rape and criminal.

I was very dissatisfied and said to Death, "What words are not important, the important thing is that they believe in me as the master."

"Hmm." Death came and snorted disdainfully, his eyes suddenly opened, and said, "But you, the master, will disappoint them. I still have a quarter of my blood, and you... Tut, you can't win. Go to hell!" With that, Death came and gave me a direct blow.