Chapter 1379: 1 eye can be broken

And carefully looked at the two people in the field, Qin Haoxuan also agreed with Song Haozhen's judgment, this duel, no matter how high the servant's voice, lost.
Zhou Teng apparently hesitated, but watching most people buy a servant victory, or follow the wind to make a bet.
Song Hao looked at him with no expression, no words.
As a drumming sound sounded, a crowd of buzzing sounds exploded around the crowd. Qin Haoxuan looked up and saw the servant leaping up. A flaming spiritual method suddenly shot from his palm, and mercilessly attacked the magic. !
The sinister and sinister color of the attacked magical face was deeper. A fist slammed the scorpion, and the sinister scent erupted from him. He stood still and did not move. When the fire dragon rushed over, he punched. Hit it and crush the fire dragon instantly!
The power of the fist hit the servant through the fire dragon, and the servant swallowed blood and slammed out. At the same time, his master flew up and used his hand as a knife before the man landed. He cut off his limbs live!
The flesh and blood fluttered, the strong blood and the screams of the servant instantly filled the open space!
The magical repair that fell from the sky did not look at the servant, and went with the group.
The magicians who watched around were instantly boiling, and the sound of jubilation sounded through the sky. The gambling won the magical arrogance, and the people who swindled the gambling.
Zhou Teng's face was gray and defeated. He looked at the Lingshi that was taken away, just like being cut, but he still insisted on coming to Song Haozhen. He said bleakly: "If you just listened to your brother, you would be fine."
Qin Haoxuan looked up and saw only a bloodthirsty madness and the fear of the servant who was forced to bring it, and the slave who had been cut off from the limbs, in this way, died of blood and died.
Song Hao raised his eyebrows and said to Qin Haoxuan: "I saw it big? Tell you, this is the end of the untrustworthy servant."
Qin Haoxuan’s expressionless eyes retracted his eyes from the tragic slave, and he had a new understanding of the cruelty of the demons.
"What do you say about the stinky boy? Ah?! Want to die?" A tall, superb repaired loudly to the side of the magic repair.
Although the figure is thinner than the body, the expression on the face is exactly the same: "What's wrong? The gambling loser doesn't make people say? Waste is waste."
"I see you are really impatient."
"What's the matter? Come to a life and death battle?"
The massacre just ignited the madness of bloodthirsty in the field. When I heard this, I immediately burst into cheers.
"The two of them, this is another trouble." Song Haozhen holding his arm, a look of good looks.
Zhou Teng blinked his eyes: "Wang Shixiong and his brothers have never looked pleasing to the eye. They have had a holiday early. They just lost their brothers and gambles. Brother Wang immediately ridiculed him. It seems that they have to fight."
Listening to the increasingly warm voices around, Qin Haoxuan could not help but look at the two people in the field, thinking secretly, who would win if they beat.
"You are very mad, don't you accept it?" Ren Yuan took a sigh of relief in his chest and his face was more hot.
Wang Feng smiled and said: "What do you count, I will serve you?"
"Okay, good!" Ren Yuan angered and laughed. He looked at the side and grabbed it. He grabbed a servant who was following him. "Then come to a life and death battle!"
Wang Feng took a step back and made a look at a mortal warrior who was taller than himself. "Don't be merciful, learn from them."
The mortal warrior leaned on his upper body, his muscles were tight, his strength was full, as hard as steel. His eyes were drums and he was stunned. He suddenly went to the center of the field, moved his neck and wrists, and his bones heard the heart. Hemp in the numbness.
Compared with the person who walked out of Ren Yuan, he was lower than the warrior, and his body was thin and dry, like a skinny, and he could not stand the fist of the samurai.
Qin Haoxuan looked at the situation on the field with some sorrow, and blinked. What is the situation? Isn't that magical test?
After understanding the rules, Qin Haoxuan shook his head secretly, no wonder that it was so easy to say that the birth was dead. It was not the Mo Xiu himself who was going to die, but the slaves under them.
"Hey, haven't you seen it?" One person sneaked to Qin Haoxuan's side, and the two brothers were very enthusiastic.
Qin Haoxuan glanced at the man and turned his eyes to the sky. It was also the defending.
Since living in the house, Qin Haoxuan already knows that the name of the uncle is Liu Ying, a great general in the mortal country. It was coincidentally caught by a magician.
On that day, I slept in the middle of Liu Ying and my third brother Zhu San and two groups. It was just a convenience. After all, the whole bed, except for the strange witch place, was only sleeping in the middle of it.
But this move, in the eyes of other people, has become a symbol of no one to attach, and the witch has killed people because of that night, others do not dare to find Qin Haoxuan's troubles, but blindly began to draw.
After Zhu San’s people tried it a few times, he retired under the indifferent expression of Qin Haoxuan, and the defending champion of Liu Ying did not seem to see Qin Haoxuan’s indifference, and he was entangled in his enthusiasm for several days.
"I know you don't know, I will tell you." Wei Xiao smiled and ignored Qin Haoxuan's eyes. "This is the rule that we are taught by the gods. The magicians have a holiday with each other, and they can't kill each other." Well, this is prohibited by the canon."
Originally, the magical religion also had such rules. Qin Haoxuan thought so funnyly, thinking that they all wanted to do what they wanted to do, but think about it. After all, this is a sect, and then the disciples can’t kill each other. .
"So send their respective servants?" Qin Haoxuan rarely talked with Wei Wei.
The defending face smiled even deeper: "Yes, who makes our servant's life worthless? If you die, you can buy it again."
Qin Haoxuan’s eyes crossed the deep blood marks on the ground:
The death of the servant, the sect is irrelevant?

"Of course, the magic slaves can't be considered as human beings, just like they have a dog. When you have seen a dog, the dog is dead. Who else can go to seek justice?" Wei Wei’s mouth is hooked, eyes It is full of coldness.
Qin Haoxuan nodded slightly, the Mozu is the Mozu, the murderous and savage, the essence of bloodthirsty and killing will not change. In the cultivation of the immortal world, even if there is a similar test, it is impossible to have such naked and arrogant killings. Whether the other person is himself or a servant.
"Opened the opening! Hurry up and bet, buy it and leave it!"
When the two servants stood on the snoring platform in the middle of the center, some people immediately gambled and gambled on the death and death of the two men.
Ren Yuan and Wang Feng are of course buying their own servants to win, and the rest of the demons are betting on the picture.
"Sister brother, who do you choose?" Zhou Teng came to ask with Song Haozhen. "You see the teachers and brothers are playing, you also press it."
Song Haozhen carefully observed it and asked Zhou Teng: "Which do you want to press?"
Zhou Tengdao "I think that the warrior can win. I heard that the warrior has practiced the ancient martial arts. The warfare is comparable to the first-time monk, and you can see that the person sent by Ren Yuan, who does not need to fight, can be blown down by the wind at any time. The appearance is too weak."
Song Haozhen did not say anything, the corner of his eyes saw his servant shook his head in disapproval, and his brow picked: "Hey, you still have ideas."
Qin Haoxuan listened to his lingering tone, and he had to drop three black lines on his forehead.

Talk about it, although you are a waste mortal, you can say it if you have an idea.

Qin Haoxuan and even the character of this guy, pretending to be very honest, shook his head: "I have no idea."
Song Haozhen was impatient, and his eyebrows revealed a sigh of relief: "Let you say that you will say."
Qin Haoxuan’s roots were tight, and he sighed silently, then pointed to the thin, unassuming servant:
I think he can win.

Zhou Teng laughed when he heard this: "Waste is waste, is your eyes smashed?"
Song Haozhen also looked at Qin Haoxuan coldly, and then pressed a stone on his hand to the warrior.
Qin Haoxuan looked at the Lingshi that they were taken away, and raised his eyebrows. Some pity sighed. Song Haozhen is indeed a monastic genius. He has good qualifications and savvy. However, genius needs to grow. Now he is still in the eye. It is too narrow.
As the drums rang, the two servants on the field quickly fought together, and the victory and defeat was clear when they came up, because a thin slave made a spiritual law.
How a mortal is so powerful, facing a monk, is still like an ant.
The battle quickly ended, and the thin servant killed the servant with the ravages.
The magicians on the field also made a fuss.
Qin Haoxuan saw that the thin servant walked down the stage with no expression. Ren Yuan sneered at Wang Feng with a smug look, and took a few pieces from his winning stone to his servant.
Song Haoyan slightly widened his eyes and didn’t know what to say for a while.
Just then ~EbookFREE.me~ a very evil voice rang from their side: "Ha ha ha, your servant is interesting, more powerful than his stupid dog."
Qin Haoxuan saw Song Haozhen and Zhou Teng's uncomfortable face suddenly become more gloomy, like an animal encountering natural enemies, instantly showing a fierce nature.
Looking curiously next to him, Qin Haoxuan saw a young demon repaired with a handsome face, but the neck and the corner of his eye were engraved with a strange and cyan line, and the whole body exudes a very uncomfortable rottenness. .
Looking carefully, Qin Haoxuan discovered that the lines were not carved out of the skin, but grew out of the body. He suddenly understood it and even remembered the strange magics he had seen before. It seems that this young man is probably the magical power of practicing evil.
"Smelly octopus, you can smell the smell of your body from far away." Song Haozhen did not look at people, cold and cold.
Zhang Yu smiled. He obviously had a pair of scholars facing him, but he looked gloomy because of the lines on his face: "Your dog's nose is really spirit, but a pair of eyes are not good."
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