Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 1225 Can't Kill Him

"Brother Gu just stepped on the stage with one foot, it doesn't count as a loss!"

"Yes, how can you lose if you step on the stage with one foot?"

Seeing the stern young man stepping on the stage with one foot and being admitted by the blood shadow as a loser, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Race and the Holy Son of the Troll Race immediately objected.

"Who said before that as long as it is released, it will be regarded as a loss?"

"If one foot is introduced, it is considered to be introduced. Why, do the three want to play tricks?"

Hearing this, Xue Ying glanced at the two of them, and finally his eyes fell on the cold young man.

"No, start over."

"Yes, this doesn't count, you have to do it all over again."

However, the two insisted.

Hearing what the two said, the stern young man was about to refuse to admit defeat, after all, once he conceded, they would not be able to get the blood-devouring sword in Xueying's hand.

However, before he could speak, Xue Ying spoke coldly.

"As the Holy Son of the Ancient Demon Race, I hope you keep what you say and not talk like fart."

"If talking sounds like fart, then the bet is not worth it!"

Hearing this, the stern young man swallowed what he was about to say.

Indeed, if according to what he said before, the introduction is considered a loss, then even if he announces with one foot, it is considered a loss.

"Okay, this time, Saint Bi, count me as the loser."

After uttering these words, the stern young man turned gloomy and walked down the competition stage.

"what?"

"Brother Gu, you?"

Seeing the stern young man admitting defeat, both the Holy Son of the Sky Demon Race and the Holy Son of the Troll Race looked puzzled.

With this surrender, not only would they have to take advantage of their own treasure, they would even be unable to obtain the other party's Blood-devouring Demon Knife.

"So I'm not going to be polite."

Seeing him admitting defeat, Xueying waved his arm, and immediately saw the items on the table of the three of them, and Xueying grabbed them in his hands.

After taking a look, he put it directly into the Qiankun bag, and then walked down the competition stage.

"Brother Gu, how can you easily admit defeat, and all our plans will come to naught."

"Yeah, what can I do?"

When the grim young man walked off the stage, the Holy Son of the Sky Demon Race and the Holy Son of the Troll Race complained.

"Why are you panicking? As long as the other person is still here, aren't you afraid that you won't have a chance?"

Glancing at the two, the stern young man looked at the woman in purple beside him.

"Saint, you go up and ask for a bet as well. Find a way to make him come out with the Blood-devouring Demon Knife again as a bet."

"it is good."

The woman in purple is the saintess of the ancient demon clan. Hearing this, she stood up and walked onto the competition stage.

When Xueying stepped off the fighting stage and sat back in his seat, a smile sounded beside him.

"Unexpectedly, the strength of the leader of the blood shadow is so strong, Luo Yao really admires it."

On Xueying's body, she saw Chu Shaoyang's shadow, that kind of calm, confident attitude and perseverance.

"The saint praised it."

Hearing her words, Xueying didn't say much, but just said something lightly.

At this time, the saintesses of the ancient demon race had already stepped onto the competition stage.

After looking around, she smiled and said, "Three sisters, why don't we take something out as a bet?"

"Okay!"

"no problem."

Hearing her words, the Saintesses of the Heavenly Demon Race and the Saintesses of the Troll Race agreed without even thinking about it.

Finally, the three of them looked at Luo Yao.

However, what Luo Yao said made the three of them stupefied, even Chu Shaoyang was taken aback.

"I surrender."

Seeing the eyes of the three of them, Luo Yao said directly.

She knew that her cultivation was not as good as the three of them, and she would lose if she went up.

And she has already seen that these people are all coming for the blood-devouring knife in Xueying's hand.

If she agrees to the bet, the other party will definitely ask Xue Ying to take out the Blood-devouring Demon Knife as a bet.

Since you know you are invincible, why not admit defeat.

Anyway, Blood Shadow had already won against the other three, so even if she conceded, it wouldn't hurt the face of the Blood Demon Clan.

"Saint Luoyao, are you joking?"

Seeing Luo Yao directly admitting defeat, the expression on the face of the ancient demon saint's face froze instantly. When she realized it, she asked with a smile.

"I was serious."

However, Luo Yao said seriously.

"This……"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be telling lies, the ancient demon saint didn't know what to do.

Their purpose is to get Blood Shadow's Blood-devouring Demon Knife. Now that everyone has surrendered, how can they play this.

"Since the saint admits defeat, we're leaving."

Seeing Luoyao admitting defeat, Xueying stood up and looked at the stern young man and said, "I remember Brother Gu said just now, as long as I can win you, you will give me the elixir I want for free, won't you regret it?"

"No, no."

Although the stern young man was furiously cursing in his heart, but in front of so many people, he would naturally not regret it.

"I don't know what kind of elixir brother Xueying needs?"

"These."

Chu Shaoyang had already written down the elixir he needed on a piece of paper, and handed it over when he asked.

After taking it and glanced at it, the stern young man sighed and said, "I'm sorry Brother Xueying, there are several kinds of elixir on this, I can't get them, I need to ask the clan elders for instructions."

"How long will that take?"

Chu Shaoyang naturally knew about the opponent's trick of delaying.

But he was not in a hurry, anyway, he was on the opponent's territory, and he expected that the opponent would not dare to do anything to him.

"About two or three days. Brother Xueying will rest at the headquarters first, and wait for me to ask the elders of the clan. If they agree, I will send you the elixir immediately."

"Well."

Chu Shaoyang wanted to see what tricks they were playing.

"Come on, take the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden down to rest."

Looking at a guard next to him, the stern young man said.

Immediately, a guard stepped out and took Chu Shaoyang and the six of them down to rest.

When they left, the Son and Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Race, as well as the Son and Saintess of the Troll Race, all surrounded them.

"Brother Gu, what should we do, we must not let him go, why don't we just kill him?"

"Yes, otherwise the Blood-devouring Demon Knife is in his hands. Once he grows up, he will be a threat to our three major demon clans."

Looking at the stern young man, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Tribe and the Holy Son of the Troll Demon Tribe showed murderous intent.

They have already seen the power of the Blood-devouring Demon Knife.

So no matter what, they couldn't let the blood shadow leave like this.

"Can't kill him."

At this moment, the gray-clothed old man who claimed to be the Great Elder of the Ancient Demon Clan came out.

"Now we, the Demon Race and the Human Race, are in a critical period. Once he is killed, if the Blood Demon Race revolts, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I can use any method, but I can't kill him."

"If you can't kill him, what else can you find to make him hand over the Blood-devouring Demon Knife?"

Hearing this, everyone glanced at the old man in gray and fell into deep thought.

"Everyone, wait for two days until the old man goes to discuss with the clan elders and see what they can do."

Following these words, the old man in gray turned and left.

Seeing him leave, the three saintesses could only simply compete and leave the place.

(End of this chapter)