Chapter 402: Blood sacrifice

Wang Kun, Luo Zhan, Lan Ruoer, and Li Tian all stood there quietly.
The four of them will be assigned to two groups, and then each group will select the winner to have the final duel.
Today's Raksha Conference must be the most interesting game.
After the death knell rang, everyone watched the old man on the stage draw the list of entries for the first game. Everyone was looking at the old man on the stage of life and death with the wooden card in his hand.
After the old man took out the wooden sign, he started to announce.
He cleared his throat, and then began to say loudly: "Now I have announced that the first game will be... Lan Ruoer vs Luo Zhan under the banner of the ghost girl of the mist."
When the list was announced, Li Tian frowned slightly.
He did not expect that the first game was not his, but that Lan Ruoer and Luo were fighting. At this moment, Wang Kun glanced at Li Tian, ​​his black eyes glowing with terror.
Li Tian gave him a similar look.
Since the first matchup was between Lan Ruoer and Luo, there is no doubt that the remaining second match is Li Tian VS Wang Kun.
It seems that today is a coincidence.
After Lan Ruo'er played, the audience held their breath.
Yesterday, this cold-faced woman killed the disciples of the Fourth Elder Blood Monk with a single move, but she did not expect Luo Zhan to face again.
Luo Zhan is an extremely arrogant guy, he is arrogant because he does have this capital.
Luo Zhan, who had been with the blood monk, killed extremely heavy, and the methods were quite cruel.
Sure enough, what kind of master there is, there is what kind of disciple.
After Luo Zhan and Lan Ruoer played, the blood monk on the stage smiled slyly, and turned his head to look at the misty ghost girl and said, "Sister, this seems to be life and death. War, I wonder if the girl under your family can stand it?"
The Wuyin Ghost Girl smiled faintly while wearing a black veil.
Turned his head and looked at the blood monk: "Old fourth, you can rest assured, my person I know in my heart, but the child under your hand must protect his head, and it is best not to fall."
Hearing the voice of the ghost girl in the fog, the blood monk snorted and turned his eyes to stare at the court.
Duanmu Ying looked at the Life and Death Platform with no interest.
Because she was here to see Li Tian fighting, but there was no Li Tian in the first game, which of course made her a little disappointed.
Can't help sitting there with a bored face at the moment.
The girl next to Xiaohuan was blinking a pair of big round eyes looking at Lan Ruoer on the court, and she couldn't help muttering with her eyes wide open: "It is said that there is a face under the misty ghost girl. Hanshuang's stunning beauty is unexpectedly hers."
"It's so beautiful."
It is normal for men to say that women are beautiful, but when even women praise another woman for being extremely beautiful, this thing is a bit abnormal.
Does that woman love beauty? That woman doesn't like people calling her beautiful?
But when the little girl Xiaohuan saw Lan Ruo'er, she had to be impressed even as a woman.
No way, Lan Ruoer is indeed too beautiful, the feeling that beauty is almost suffocating.
This word passed into the bored Duanmuying's ears, and it suddenly became gunpowder.
I saw Duanmuying turned her head and pulled her little girl: "Smelly girl, what are you talking about?"
Xiaohuan's innocent face said slightly there, "Miss, I didn't say anything..."
"Dare to talk back? Didn't you just say that Lan Ruo'er is beautiful?" Duanmu Ying said angrily.
The girl Xiaohuan was helpless.
"Miss, I was wrong, sorry, I said the wrong thing..."
"Hmph, come here, you look at me, you look at her again, do you think we two are beautiful?" Duanmu Ying said proudly, pouting her mouth and staring at her. The ringlet.
Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, and said quickly: "Of course you are beautiful, Miss."
"A lie!" Duanmu Ying said angrily.
"I didn't tell lies..." Xiaohuan said in fear.
"You must be telling lies, didn't you just say that they are beautiful? Why are you afraid now? I dare not tell..." Duanmuying said.
Xiaohuan thought about it and said, "Actually, Miss Lan Ruoer and Miss Lan Ruoer are very beautiful...I don't know how to compare."
"That Miss Lan Ruoer is colder... and what about you, Miss? You can’t help but be beautiful, and she has a good figure. The most important thing is that the lady is a very enthusiastic and cheerful person. Not better than Miss." Said Xiaohuan cleverly.
When Duanmuying heard her girl praise herself, she felt the beauty in her heart.
Suddenly became happy, he smiled and said: "What you said is true?"
The little ring quickly said: "Of course it is true, the young lady is naturally beautiful."
"Well, that's not bad." Duanmuying smiled.
Raising her beautiful eyes and looking at Lan Ruoer standing on the stage of life and death, Duanmuying couldn't help but frown slightly.
"This Lan Ruo'er is really beautiful!" Even Duan Muying herself couldn't help muttering to admit when she saw that Lan Ruo'er, no wonder the little girl just said she was beautiful.
At this moment, the two people on the stage of life and death had already stood up, following the old man's announcement.
Na Luo Zhan looked at Lan Ruoer with cruel eyes.
Luo Zhan is relatively burly and tall, while Lan Ruoer is slender, wearing a light-colored skirt and standing there as light as the wind.
"Lan Ruo'er, you killed my brother yesterday, and today I want you to pay for your blood, and I want to kill you myself." Luo Zhan roared.
Lan Ruo'er raised his eyes and gave him a cold look.
"Do you have the ability?"
"Smelly lady, I think you are looking for death."
Na Luo Zhan roared wildly, and his figure was like a tornado towards Lan Ruo'er.
This guy was originally the first warrior under the blood monk, and his strength naturally goes without saying.
When the tornado-like offensive hit Lan Ruo'er, she saw Lan Ruo'er snorted coldly on her frosty face, and then slightly shook her feet, and her body suddenly moved aside.
Then he flew into the air and kicked Na Luo Zhan in the head.
Luo Zhan lifted his right hand and quickly grabbed Lan Ruo'er's ankle. Lan Ruo'er retracted his leg and extended his palm.
The slender hand shot out two palms quickly.
The endless hand shadow attacked Na Luo Zhan.
The grip looks light and fluttering, but it is extremely powerful.
When this trick was used, everyone on the stage exclaimed: Falling in the palm of the hand!
Lan Ruoer on the stage is using the palms of fallen Yingxu, which is like a fluffy Yingxu flower. This kind of palm seems to be light and weak, but if it hits a person, it will cause great trauma.
Isn't this? When Lan Ruo'er made her move out of Luoying's palm, her hands staggered and quickly attacked Na Luo Zhan.
Luo Zhan certainly didn't dare to be careless.
Hurry up and back away, avoiding the soft palm.
After one round, Luo Zhan was clearly at a disadvantage.
After stepping back, Luo Zhan's fierce eyes suddenly clenched his fists tightly, and at the same time he could hear his knuckles rattling due to excessive force.
Suddenly, his face became flushed, and even his neck suddenly became bloodshot.
Such a weird situation caused Li Tian in the audience to be slightly taken aback.
Secretly surprised: What kind of effort is this? Why is it so strange?
"Sacrifice of blood!"
A loud roar that shook the world suddenly came out from Na Luo Zhan's mouth.
"Blood Sacrifice" is the unique martial art of the blood monk. It is both evil and cruel. I never imagined that Luo Zhan would use it at this moment.
He suddenly lifted the finger of his right hand and took a bite with his white teeth in his mouth. Blood stains flowed down his fingers.
After it came out, he suddenly stuck blood on the palms of his palms, then folded his hands together, and suddenly his body swelled up like inflation.
The muscles all over his body have become huge and terrible.