Chapter 1283: for equality

Ma Cheng's breathing became thicker and thicker, and his nostrils were squinting one by one to the naked eye.
Blood dripped out of his pupils.
The three condensed states standing behind him were also tense at this time.
The sweat on the three men almost soaked their entire bodies. At this time, even a pool of sweat accumulated on the deck under their feet.
Ma Cheng's attitude will determine their life and death.
As for resistance, all three didn't think about it.
They are in the Ningmai state, and on this warship, there are several territories, and there is even a heavenly state of mind.
The three of them had no doubt that if they resisted at this time, it was tantamount to helping the other party save time in choosing.
As for abandoning the ship and running away, it's even more joking.
Where can I escape here?
Waiting for the other's decision at this moment, choosing two out of three means that there is still a third chance that it will survive.
Although this is possible, it is not up to you.
If you resist or run away, it is tantamount to self-defeating and giving others hope for survival.
In this case, the last person who survived not only would not thank himself, but would definitely call himself too stupid.
So this stupid thing no one will do.
At this time, despite the fear, the three monks in Ningmai were still waiting for the trial of fate.
Li Mo looked at Ma Cheng's gaze and became increasingly impatient.
In fact, he felt that he had given the other person enough time to consider.
Just as Li Mo was about to speak, Ma Cheng's tight shoulders suddenly relaxed.
He looked up and gave Li Mo a faint glance: "If you don't get to the palace this time, it's your turn."
"You don't need to teach this."
Li Mo glanced in the direction of Chu Yan, and then enlightened Ma, "You do it yourself or I help you."
Ma Cheng didn't say a word, turned and looked at the three condensed states that followed him.
The three monks in Ningmai were all shaking madly at this moment.
The purpose of entering Sansheng Mountain this time is to get the qualification to embark on the road of cutting spirits.
And when they heard that Ziweimen called, they thought they were holding a thigh.
No one expected that they would encounter such a situation that they had to die by themselves.
"Horse, Brother Ma ... not in advance, not in advance ..." a Ningmai monk stuttered.
Ma Cheng raised his hand, his palm like a knife, and penetrated the opponent's chest.
The monk in the Ningmai realm suddenly stopped, and blood poured out of his mouth.
Ma Cheng threw his arm and threw the opponent out of the battleship.
There was a creaking noise in the lake below. After a while, the stagnant warship started to move forward again.
Ma Cheng's eyes alternated back and forth on the remaining two Ningmaijing monks.
Both monks of Ningmaijing were numb by his scalp.
One of Ningmai's situations finally couldn't bear such pressure, and stubbornly said, "Brother Ma, the warship has already begun to travel, don't you need to ... um ..." Suddenly caught.
He lowered his head and saw a blade of sword sticking out of his chest.
There was a heavy gasp behind him.
This Ningmai monk quickly understood what was happening.
He turned his head hard, and saw the cold eyes of his companions behind him.
The companion was panting, but his expression was harsh as never before.
"Sorry, I can be safe only if you die."
The other person's words were introduced into the monk's ear.
This Ningmaijing monk wanted to laugh, but he opened his mouth and blood poured out.
"I'm ... stupid ..." He said three words in a difficult way, and was immediately picked by the sword and flew towards mid-air.
With a bang, a dark shadow fell from the sky.
A pair of black iron cast claws, grabbed the monk's body, and flew back into the air again, and soon disappeared into the darkness again.
With this opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was flying down in the dark.
It was a weird big bird.
The big bird's wings spread out, more than one foot, and the whole body was black, like feathers like iron.
A pair of claws are extremely sharp. At first glance, they all feel a kind of skin-like pain.
And the most weird thing was that this big bird's face was wearing a golden can mask, and the mask looked like an owl with a sharply curved mouth and eyes staring at people.
Just when the big bird was falling, his eyes were dazzling and he glanced at everyone.
Everyone suddenly felt like they were being treated as food.
Some people feel panicked, others find it funny, and others don't feel anything.
Ma Cheng's eyes were deep. After looking at the niche of the promotion, he did not blame the other's behavior.
In this case, it is not surprising that the desire to survive makes anyone do anything.
Even monks are not exempt.
Ma Cheng turned around and looked at Qian Cheng, his throat was dry: "Brother Qian, when the big bird just fell, why didn't you ... kill him?"
Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes, "You're accusing me?"
After looking at Qian Cheng's eyes, Ma Cheng only felt scalp numbness, and his knees were bursting.
The coercion of the heavenly state was rushing, Ma Cheng suddenly made a plop and knelt heavily.
"no more chance."
Qian Cheng said lightly.
Looking at this scene, Pu Yang shrank his neck.
He looked at Chu Yan and looked at Uslanma again, scratching his head, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After standing up again, Ma Cheng walked back to the Ningmai that he brought.
In his eyes, with deep-seated hatred, Li Mo closed his eyes after taking a deep look at Li Mo.
Ma Cheng at this time gave a particularly terrible feeling.
The warship continued.
Casting down the lives of four monks in Ningmai, the warship was getting closer and closer to the palace.
Everyone just speculated that the palace was built on an island.
And now it is completely certain that this palace is an island, and the island is a palace.
It's just that on such a white-bone lake, such a quietly towering island gives a sense of secrecy, no matter how terrible it is.
The warship stopped once more than thirty miles from the lake.
Xue Li and Ma Cheng looked at Li Mo. Although they didn't speak, they both looked gloating.
Li Mo looked angry and angry.
The distance of more than thirty miles, if it is now on flat ground, is not worth mentioning at all to the monks in the land.
But now, the distance of more than thirty miles is like a gap, a natural beast, which must be filled with human life.
And this life is now Li Mo's turn.
Li Mo is one of the three major members of the Diyuan Realm, and the monks who follow him have the most, reaching four.
He looked at Ma Cheng and Xue Li improperly, then looked at the four people behind him, then got up and walked towards Chu Yan.
"To be fair, you have one, and I have one."
Standing in front of Chu Yan, Li Mo said blankly.