Fading God Card

Fan Yan glanced at Jiang Wenming sighingly, then cleared his voice:

"It's very simple. Yinma's ability is to make the opponent fall into a dream. In this dream, if the opponent believes the attack he is receiving, then he will die."

"It's a pity that this ability is also effective for himself... Just now Yinkaku used an extremely realistic pain simulation to make Yinqian believe that his neck was broken, so he suffocated to death."

hiss!

Knowing that it is fake, but still being deceived, how real is the pain simulated by Silver Horn?

Could it be that Yinjiao's neck was really broken? !

Seeing everyone looking at him in horror, Jiang Wenming stroked the mask.

Hehe, do you think he wants to?

It's a miracle that he can live to this age, okay?

However, this Yin He's ability is really good, he can pull people into a trick without a sound, and it is very suitable for him.

Based on his experience in the first half of his life alone, it is guaranteed that the person who is drawn into the nightmare will have a sweet "dream". If this can be used as a second substitute...

Looking at the Nightmare Moon Moth card in his hand, Jiang Wenming glanced at Ada on his shoulder with contempt, and put the card into the spare deck.

"Cough! What was that look in your eyes just now?" Ada lowered his head and said.

"It's nothing, it's just a pity that the second avatar can't be used."

"Bah! Why do I think you are not regretting, but mocking me for occupying the latrine and not shitting? Let me tell you, I was once brave..."

"Okay, okay, I don't have the characteristics of your six gold coins, and I don't have the money to forge cards. You are still very useful. Just think about how to unlock your other skills! My brave man!"

Jiang Wenming waved his hand and sighed as he watched the corpse collection team in raincoats take Yin'e's body away and buried it in a shallow pit nearby, waiting for some wild beast to come.

He doesn't like killing people, such as those dark duelists who are only playing for money, as long as he doesn't kill him, he will stop at nothing.

After all, everyone has scriptures that are difficult to recite, just like an uncle who has to go to this dark duel field of Shura in order to support his wife and children.

But if the opponent is aggressive and makes repeated killing moves, then he will not be soft.

Just like this silver ghost...

At this time, Fan Yan's commentary had ended, and everyone finally understood how Jiang Wenming killed this terrible guy.

While palpitations in Jiang Wenming's horror, there was a burst of wailing!

"Fuck! Are you setting us up!"

"You guys call someone so capable of beating a rookie! Even Yin'e was killed, and I'm bankrupt!"

"Five or six years of hard boxing, before returning to fortune, I am provoking someone!"

"Oh my god, I still owe two hundred thousand, it's over, I'm over!"

Hearing the wailing in the stands, Jiang Wenming shrugged.

"It's a pity, it would be great if the players could place bets."

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

A burst of crisp applause suddenly sounded, overshadowing the wailing of the crowd.

"Not bad, not bad! You can even see through the nightmare of the silver nightmare. Not only that, but you can also use his ability to fight back. You really are a talent! How are you? Are you interested in joining me?"

"Fufu, there are a lot!" Mrs. Di said with a smile as she slowly wiped her red lips with her index finger.

Jiang Wenming shook his head, and looked at the shallow pit where Yinma was buried in the distance: "This kind of welfare is still exempt, I'm afraid I will have nightmares at night!"

Who would have thought that the extremely coquettish Yinhe real body turned out to be a wretched man, wearing a tight leather jacket, which made people feel uncomfortable, but Jiang Wenming's answer was obviously slapping Mrs. Di in the face.

It seems to be saying, who knows what your true face is.

But Mrs. Di smiled slightly, and didn't reprimand her angrily, she just shook her head regretfully: "Forget it, but my invitation is valid at any time, if you figure it out one day, I still welcome it."

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded beside Mrs. Di:

"Mrs. Di, actually you don't need to say so much to a dead person, the tenth round, I'll come!"

"Deacon Mo?!"

Everyone was surprised, Mo Le actually said that he wanted to do it by himself?

Isn't Jiang Wenming one of his people?

This is hitting yourself?

"Oh? Deacon Mo, what are you?" Even Mr. Yan was a little surprised.

Jiang Wenming, who was able to reach the ninth round, has already proven his worth, not to mention killing Yin He. As long as he trains well in the future, it will not be a problem to make a lot of money for Mo Le.

But now he wants to end in person. Could it be that he wants to use himself to hype up Jiang Wenming's worth?

Is there such a ruthless one?

But Mo Le didn't explain, but left the stage slowly and stood in front of Jiang Wenming.

"I said before that as long as you win ten games in a row, you can be my opponent. Now you don't have to wait for the tenth game. I am satisfied."

Looking at Deacon Mo standing in front of him, Jiang Wenming looked playful.

This guy set himself up to participate in this dark duel. If it was for profit, then he didn't have to beat himself to death, and even ended up personally now.

But if it is not for profit, what is he seeking?

"You want to kill me?" Jiang Wenming narrowed his eyes.

"kill you?"

Mo Le took off his suit jacket, tugged on his little vest, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

"To be honest, your performance made me a little shaken, but unfortunately, I have already promised others to take your life, that's right!"

"I just want you to die!"

hiss!

Everyone's ears moved.

What kind of drama is this?

Deacon Mo wants to kill the dark duelist he dug?

So, before he was borrowing a knife to kill people?

Seeing that other people's knives are not sharp enough, why don't you just use them yourself?

Jiang Wenming looked at Mo Le, and suddenly said quietly:

"Can you tell me who that person is? I don't think I've offended anyone."

"Hehe, it's not up to you to provoke or not. What's the matter? Scared?"

Jiang Wenming nodded unexpectedly, and pointed around:

"It's all your people here. Of course I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I accidentally hit too hard, they won't let me go."

Hearing Jiang Wenming's words, Fan Yan on the side smiled and said:

"The young man really just played the dark duel. Don't worry about that. There are so many life and death in the dark duel. If everyone is looking for revenge, how can we make money?"

"I assure you, there are only winners and losers on the field in the dark duel, and all hatred cannot be brought off the field! If anyone dares to defy, I will not sit idly by!"

As he said that, a summoning card book flew out of Fan Yan's side.

When Jiang Wenming saw it, his expression changed:

seven stars...

Dou Zong? !

This little commentator turned out to be Dou Zong with only 900 people in the world? !