Chapter 308: Elusive
The fight on the field is getting more and more intense. The seemingly gentle Wen Rugu is quite crazy, and every move is quite domineering.
The moves of the ghost are particularly insidious. He does not attack head-on, and his figure is ghostly. If it is not in the restricted competition field, it will be even more difficult to track.
"If you continue to fight head-on, Senior Brother will win soon."
Shengsheng sat on a high chair, swinging his short legs, but his little face was not so relaxed, and he observed the game very seriously.
The demon clan's ghost is the same as the senior brother's cultivation. Judging from his attack habits, the ghost should be a killer who is good at sneak attacks. Is there any intention for the demon clan's high priest Si Weiyuan to put him in the first game?
Sheng Sheng felt something was wrong, and his eyes moved from the competition field to the area where the demons were. Si Weiyuan watched the competition on the field with an expressionless face, which was puzzling.
Although the ghost was powerful and terrifying, Wen Rugu's strength was not inferior. He had already figured out the ability of the ghost, and he had several more wounds on his body.
The wound on his left hand was even more flesh and blood, but Wen Rugu didn't even frown. The bright red blood stained his white clothes, and the smell of blood stimulated his desire to fight.
So the more they fought, the braver they became. Every time a man and a demon clashed, there would be a terrifying shock. If it weren't for the formation set up above to shield all the movements, it must have affected the people watching around.
The fierce battle made everyone unable to look away. Those who were questioning just now had already shut up. In addition, the calmness of that group of proud people was very contagious, so that everyone gradually felt that Wen Rugu would win.
And everything was just as they expected. Wen Rugu won the first victory. The ice wrapped the ghost. The cold knife cut his neck like tofu. Not a drop of blood flowed out, and it was quickly frozen. Wen
Rugu was also left with many wounds on his body by the ghost, but he did not change his face, and even gave people a look of wanting more, as if the fight was not refreshing enough.
So that although he did not win cleanly, it still made people feel that his strength was very terrible, and there was a hint of pleasure in indulging in it.
The number one on the Tianjiao list is indeed a crazy guy!
Those who originally doubted his strength have been convinced in their hearts.
"Really... worthy of being called the Mad Blade." Someone murmured the title of Wen Rugu in a low voice.
Many people have heard of this title a long time ago. After all, he is not only a good friend of Feng Budu, the chief disciple of the Formation Method, but also kills Yuan Infant cultivators like killing chickens and slaughtering dogs. His methods are brutal and terrifying, which makes
people daunting. But for some reason, when he appeared in front of everyone, they felt that this person was not scary at all, but rather like a gentle cultivator who was easy to talk to and easy to bully. Until today, when they saw him really take action, everyone swallowed their saliva unconsciously.
Especially those who once disdained Wen Rugu, their hearts trembled even more. Wen Rugu should not be so stingy, right?
He won't cause trouble to them just because they said something bad, right?
And those who know Wen Rugu can't help but sigh, Kuang Dao is still the same Kuang Dao!
He didn't become gentle and polite just because he became the number one on the Tianjiao list, all the gentleness he showed was fake!
The word "Kuang" is never used to describe others.
While there was a lot of discussion here, Tianjiao had already closed the betting table, and Chen Changsheng was very happy after winning the game.
Fairy Mingyue snorted and looked at Wen Rugu with disdain: "You shouldn't have been injured so much, why let him leave wounds, it's so rude."
The next game was her turn, and she would definitely not win as miserably as Wen Rugu.
She is the noble, beautiful, elegant and generous Fairy Mingyue, and she will definitely win beautifully!
Wen Rugu, covered in red blood, smiled humbly: "It's rare to meet such an interesting opponent, of course I have to enjoy it."
"Too rude." Fairy Mingyue touched Shengsheng's head, looking at her pitifully, "Shengsheng, why don't you wait until everything is over, don't go back to Yunmiao Sect, come back to the Fairy Palace with me, they raise children too roughly!"
She felt sorry that Shengsheng, who was less than six years old, had to grow up in Yunmiao Sect. Wen Rugu, who seemed very reliable, seemed unreliable after that battle, and it seemed that she couldn't raise a child well. It would be better for her to take the child back to raise him.
No matter what, she will never be like in her previous life, wearing ragged clothes, thin and pale, and looking particularly bad and depressed.
The Sun Immortal Venerable sitting on the stage also nodded, looked at Nanbei Yi with approval, and said: "I think my daughter's idea is very good, what do you think, my family is very good at raising children!"
Even the Yin Immortal Venerable sitting next to him nodded slightly, with an elegant and noble look, and a little love for Shengsheng in her eyes. It is obvious that she likes this suggestion very much.
Nanbei also stroked his beard and said calmly, "You have to beat my senior brother first. He will definitely not let you take Shengsheng away."
Taiyang Xianzun was indeed a little distressed when he heard this: "It is indeed difficult to talk to Zhaoran Sword Immortal, and it is also difficult to fight. He is too strong. If it is really impossible, why don't we take him back and raise him for a while..."
"If you want me to kill him in Taiyang Xian Palace."
A cold voice sounded, without any spiritual power fluctuations, but Zhaoran Sword Immortal suddenly appeared behind everyone.
He always looks the same, with silver hair tied high, black clothes fluttering, a long sword at his waist, and a sharp sword aura lingering around him. The whole person is sharp and aloof, like an indestructible sword.
Sun Immortal Venerable was startled by his words and couldn't help but complain: "Why are you still as impulsive and domineering as before!"
Zhaoran Sword Immortal ignored him and sat casually. Before everyone asked him how things were going, he asked Nanbeiyi first: "What's going on now?"
He was referring to the situation under the stage. Why did the demons on the opposite side suddenly calmly compete with them in a boring game? The demon chief priest Si Weiyuan had already looked at him, but Zhaoran Meng didn't care. Si Weiyuan narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.
It's just that Si Weiyuan's aura became more and more terrifying, and his breath was also quite strong. The demons sitting around him could faintly feel that Si Weiyuan's murderous aura was getting heavier.
Nanbei also briefly explained the current situation to Zhao Ranmeng and laughed: "Although I don't know what they are planning, it's just what I want. How are you doing there? Is it going smoothly? Did you encounter any accidents?"
He only saw Zhao Ranmeng coming back alone, and was guessing that Emperor Liu was most likely to go directly back to the demon realm. Storytellers are always elusive, but they usually show up when serious things happen.
Nanbei also thought that Zhao Ranmeng would come with the storyteller. After all, the critical moment was about to come and he needed him to help Shengsheng, but he didn't see anyone.
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