Super Great Fortune Teller

Bai Yushan said faintly: "it's just a war slave. His strength is not under your control. No one is going to press him to lose tonight."

"If we do too badly, we will be found out."

Wei Wuji nodded his head sincerely, then handed over the mother of the puppet in his hand.

Bai Yushan swiped the card with a smile.

The two men's deal has been reached. As for the life of the blood tower, it is no longer under his control.

Above the challenge arena.

The practitioner stepped on the flying sword and burst out a bloody breath.

When Wang Qian saw this scene, he was already walking towards the edge of the challenge arena.

One by one, those rich people saw the practitioners rushing up and sighed that this trip was not empty.

"Well, next, how long will the blood Tower last in front of this cultivator?"

On the big screen, there are 120 betting areas, representing 1 to 120 seconds.

No one thinks that the blood tower can last two minutes in front of the real practitioners.

"Wang Qian, what's so good about this?"

"As soon as the practitioner makes a move, this time, I'm afraid the blood tower is really doomed."

Think about it, and then he said, "go up to the blood and win!"

"What

On hearing Wang Qian's words, Wang lin'er was shocked.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"This guy is dealing with the practitioners! Master Wang, are you going to take the money away? "

Wang Qian just said a word, Wang lin'er bit his lip and ran to bet.

When some people find out that someone has put a billion dollars and directly bet the blood tower victory, they are all stunned.

Many people looked at Wang Qian.

"Is this boy crazy?"

"Yeah, how could you bet like that?"

As for Baiyushan in the private room, he showed his angry eyes.

Wang Qian's every step is beyond his expectation.

"This is a crazy gambler!" Baiyu mountain road.

In the challenge arena, the practitioner looks more than 20 years old.

His self cultivation has reached 7 grades.

This cultivator is different from those war slaves before him. He has a complete soul.

Everyone can feel the strong confidence of the practitioners.

Wang Qian stood in the crowd and watched silently.

"Blood demon, Chen Wushuang." The cultivator gave his name.

However, the monster with the sack on his head opposite him didn't pay any attention to him at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's see our blood demon sect cut the demons and get rid of the demons!"

When the voice falls, Chen Wushuang sends out a voice through the direct interface, and then kneads the formula.

A bloody sword appeared behind him.

"Oh..."

There were howls in everyone's ears.

The long sword is more than 10 meters long. It seems that there are countless ghosts struggling above it.

The audience under the stage was completely dead.

Where did they see such a terrible attack move? For a moment, the whole challenge arena seemed to fall into a bloody hell.

The terrible sword fell down.

Facing the blood tower of the long sword, I found that I had no way to hide.

His head in the bloody sack was slowly lifted up.

Boom!

The sword was cut down.

Everyone felt that the blood tower would be cut in two at this moment.

Pop! It's a big noise.

The next second, a burst of blood filled, the scenery on the stage again reflected in people's eyes.

The blood tower clasped the bloody sword with both hands.

Poof!

There was a terrible force on the long sword. The bloody sack on the head of the blood tower was torn to pieces by the sword Qi of the long sword, revealing his severely disfigured face.

His face seemed to have been severely burned by the fire.

Some people saw his face and even vomited on the spot.

"Hum!"

Chen Wushuang gave a cold drink.

"It's really a monster!"

"Blood demon chop!" After Chen Wushuang said that, he opened his mouth and more than a dozen red virtual shadows appeared on the edge of the challenge arena.

One by one, these virtual images turned into plaster statues with long swords in hand.

The plaster statues were cut at the same time towards the blood tower.

Brush!

The next moment, everyone held their breath.

Wang Qian also nodded when he saw this scene. Although the disciple of the blood demon sect had just reached the ninth grade, his attack moves and his own blood were extremely concise.

Brush, brush!More than ten blood shadows left terrible wounds on the body of the blood tower.

For a moment, there was a layer of blood fog around the blood tower.

The battle has passed more than 50 seconds unconsciously, and many people have lost their bets. The more they press back, the less they will be.

Some people think that Wang Qian's bet is the victory of the blood tower and look in the direction of Wang Qian.

However, Wang Qian's face behind the mask, people can not see his expression.

After more than ten swords were cut off, the blood tower was already seriously injured, but even so, the blood tower still did not fall down.

"Kill

All of a sudden, the blood tower gave a violent drink.

Regardless of his injury, he rushed towards the young man.

Chen Wushuang sneered, "you mole ant! You want to deal with me? "

At the moment when the blood tower rushes in front of him, Chen Wushuang's flying sword is divided into nine parts.

Poof!

The first flying sword stabbed the blood tower's arm, and the blood tower's arm suddenly fell a big piece of flesh and blood.

The second flying sword stabbed at the leg of the blood tower, and the other flying swords stabbed at the body of the blood tower.

Plop! Let's have a look.

The blood tower knelt directly on the ground, and let out a meaningless roar.

Even if he did, he didn't die.

"Mole ants, so strong vitality." Chen Wushuang was stunned.

One minute and 30 seconds have passed.

Chen Wushuang wants to solve the blood tower in 2 minutes.

"Death

Chen Wushuang gave a violent drink, and the complex lines appeared on the challenge arena.

A terrible red light appeared directly under the blood tower.

In the red light, a faint outline of Jojoba appeared.

When Wang Qian saw this door, his eyes flashed cold. "This door is a little similar to my twelve thunder door..."

As soon as the door appeared, there was endless suction. Red light came out of the door and twined around the blood tower.

The blood tower couldn't break free.

The vitality of the blood tower is losing rapidly.

When Wang Qian saw this, he sighed and just wanted to turn around.

However, at this time, the blood tower roared: "Xuan Door Big Hand The seal is... "

This voice sounds very light. It seems to be Wang Qian's illusion. He looks at the mouth of the blood tower. He doesn't know that the mouth of the blood tower is sewn with silk thread. How can he make a sound like this?

"Brother Qian Er..." The blood tower seems to know that it's time to die, he whispers.

The voice was very light, but in Wang Qian's ears, he felt a blank in his mind,

"how can it be?"

Wang Qian suddenly turned back.

Eyes like two sharp knives staring at the blood tower.