Swire Overlord

Chapter 199 A Broom

Physical destruction is called violence, and mental defeat is called resourcefulness.

You are truly strong when you can outwit your opponent.

Among the powerful people here, none of them became the overlord by relying on force, they relied on resourcefulness, which was beyond ordinary people's resourcefulness.

The breeze swept across the arena, and the smell of blood made Zhao Yufan frown slightly. Although he came to clean, he didn't have any tools in his hand.

He Wei's knife has turned red, and blood condenses from the blade to the tip, falling drop by drop into the pool of blood, like the unwilling tears of a dead soul, turning into wisps of bloody air, circling in cycles.

"My arena, no one can leave."

He Wei's knife was raised suddenly, with a dazzling red light and murderous aura.

Zhao Yufan's expression was dignified, his voice was very soft, and there was a hint of anger vaguely: "You killed a lot of people."

He Wei laughed ferociously, and said confidently, "The next one is you!"

Zhao Yufan twitched his mouth, looked at a deacon under the ring, and said, "Throw me a broom."

The deacon was caught off guard, looked at Zhao Yufan blankly, and asked uncertainly, "A broom?"

"It's a broom!"

The deacon had no choice but to find a broom and threw it to Zhao Yufan. The moment he threw the broom to Zhao Yufan, his eyes showed a hint of gratitude. He was grateful to Zhao Yufan for not letting him send the broom to the ring, because He Wei said just now, If he goes up, it will definitely be dangerous, and Zhao Yufan let him throw on the broomstick, obviously to protect him, so he is very grateful.

Grabbing the broom, Zhao Yufan slowly lowered his head and really started sweeping.

The blood on the ground cannot be cleaned with a broom, but the broom in Zhao Yufan's hand is like a shovel, scooping up all the blood together.

In a few seconds, the broom has turned into a blood-colored broom, and the bamboo sticks at the end of the broom are like blood-red filaments, like human lives, stabbing at He Wei with teeth and claws.

He Wei's inner defense collapsed, and the bloody blade became more murderous.

With a flash of red light, the knife struck out.

At the same time, Zhao Yufan, who was sweeping the floor, flicked his wrist, and the blood on the broom pierced He Wei like a sharp arrow.

When the light of the knife dissipated, seventeen blood threads were firmly nailed to He Wei's body, causing him to freeze in place suddenly.

He Wei didn't die, not because Zhao Yufan couldn't kill him, but because Zhao Yufan didn't kill him.

The indomitable He Wei was defeated, his ferocious heart, his gut-wrenching knife, in front of Zhao Yufan, he was weak, even pitiful.

The dazzling seventeen blood threads represent the seventeen dead souls, and this is Zhao Yufan punishing He Wei.

"He Wei killed too much. As the head of the deacon hall, I announce..." Zhao Yufan's words suddenly stopped, his eyes slowly scanned the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on He Wei, "Repeal your cultivation!"

He Wei's cultivation was being abolished, and the seventeen blood threads nailed to seventeen acupuncture points by Zhao Yufan were to abolish his cultivation.

Zhao Yufan stared at He Wei, and said seriously: "You are very strong, but unfortunately..."

"What a pity?" He Wei laughed ferociously, like a raging bull, his eyes turned red.

Zhao Yufan seemed to have seen red eyes somewhere, and in an instant, he thought of the eyes of troubled times.The Eye of Chaos is a terrible word, giving people the impression of death.

In an instant, everyone believed that He Wei had the eye of troubled times.

The onlookers retreated in fright. The strong men looked dignified and ready to go. Zhao Yufan looked calm and looked at the pair of red eyes with great interest. They were blood-red eyes, and the redness in the pupils was like a sea of ​​blood. , flowing with invisible anger and infinite killing intent.

At this moment, He Wei's ending was already doomed. None of the strong people present wanted to see the person with the eye of troubled times alive, so he had to die.

However, before death, the strong will not stop He Wei from fighting, because they are also looking forward to the battle between He Wei and Zhao Yufan.

After observation, Zhao Yufan found that the rumors about the Eye of Troubled Times were simply nonsense, and the reason for the red eyes was actually a madness, and this kind of madness was even more terrifying, leading to intense killing and destructive power. The strong ones should be very tyrannical in nature, but they are not recognized, or because of certain things, they suddenly go crazy and become the world's devil. See this horrifying legend.

However, no one would believe what Zhao Yufan said, and even if they did, no one would be merciless.

Zhao Yufan looked suspiciously at the strong people here. With their eyesight, they should be able to see some clues, but why didn't they explain it?This is an extremely strange thing, but if the strong people here do not explain the Eye of Chaos, it must be related to interests.

At this time, He Wei's keel knife trembled violently, and his body trembled more violently than the keel knife, like a willow tree in a strong wind, swaying unsteadily, and as his body trembled violently, something even more terrifying happened.

He Wei's strength suddenly began to skyrocket, from the ninth level to the tenth level, and from the tenth level to Wu Jun.At the moment when he became a Martial Lord in an instant, the strong people present couldn't help but exclaimed, and his crazy surge made people believe that he had the eye of troubled times.

He Wei's pupils contracted, his gaze flashed coldly, and seventeen blood threads spurted out from his body, turning into blood powder in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan's expression became more and more dignified. The strength of Wu Jun is not something he can match, but this battle cannot be avoided. The strong sense of oppression made him take a step back, and looked solemnly at the almost crazy He Wei.

"Do you think you are very powerful?" He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan ferociously like a demon coming out of hell, and said sarcastically, "What about now? Do you still dare to be arrogant now? Do you still dare to despise me?"

Zhao Yufan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he emphasized: "You kill too many people, I'm only here to clean up, but if you want to kill me, I will naturally resist."

He was reasoning with He Wei, as if comforting He Wei, telling him not to get too angry.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He Wei stared, looked straight at Zhao Yufan, and asked, "Do you dare to fight?"

Holding the broom, Zhao Yufan replied calmly, "I don't want to fight with you."

He really didn't want to fight, not that he didn't dare to fight.

It can be said that high-level warriors are fighting against Wujun. Even if Zhao Yufan can defeat all high-level warriors, it is still difficult to win in front of Wujun.

No matter who it is, they feel that Zhao Yufan will lose miserably, and with He Wei's bloodthirsty character, maybe Zhao Yufan will lose today.

He Wei took a step forward, and the surroundings suddenly overflowed with murderous aura, "Dare you?"

"bring it on."

Zhao Yufan answered very casually, as if he had never taken He Wei seriously. In the eyes of everyone, this flat tone can only be described in two words: arrogant.

A friend's book: Netizens' Conquest to the Dynasty, very good

(End of this chapter)