Fading God Card

Mo Le stared, lowered his head and looked down.

I saw more than 20 skeletons below aiming at him with their bows in unison.

Following Jiang Wenming's order, there was a sound of the ground collapsing, and the black rain of arrows pierced up, covering his surroundings!

Seeing this, Mo Le shuddered: "Oops! I forgot that the Immortal Shield God is dead! Fan Yan, save me, I think..."

"Hmph! It's late!"

Jiang Wenming kept glancing at the Seven Star Fighting Sect commentator out of the corner of his eyes, but for some reason he didn't make a move. Instead, a few guys who looked like Mo Le's bodyguards were stopped by a few walls that suddenly appeared.

In order to prevent night long dreams, Jiang Wenming suddenly took a deep breath, stepped hard on the shoulder of the hero of hundreds of battles, and then flew across Mo Le's head, and swept the big bone stick in his hand:

"Remember to be a good person in your next life!"

"No! I'll tell you who he is, he's just... huh?!"

Mo Le, who hadn't finished speaking, stared suddenly, and then it seemed as if someone had inflated a lot of air in his body, and it swelled up rapidly, and soon became the size of a hot air balloon, and then exploded with a bang. A ball of meat sauce splashed directly on Jiang Wenming's face.

But Jiang Wenming seemed to have expected it long ago. He didn't even care to throw away the half of the intestines hanging around his neck. He immediately canceled the effect of the Lucky Orb, and then snapped out all the remaining substitutes in his hand. Stacked under the body.

There was a muffled sound of chop chop chop chop, and the skeleton at the bottom was shot to pieces. Jiang Wenming was finally not shot to death by his substitute, but he was now in the air at a height of more than ten meters!

With Mo Le's death, Commander Yunyi and the Hero of Hundred Wars also disappeared together. Now he can only fall towards the ground like a stone.

With a bang, mixed with the tooth-piercing crackling sound of bones breaking, Jiang Wenming and his skeletons threw a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.

"Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Hanyu's eyes turned red, and he was about to rush towards the bone residue, but a big vigorous hand stopped him.

"He's fine, don't worry!" Fan Yan nodded to Jiang Hanyu.

But at this moment, Jiang Wenming was covered in bone dust, covered in hula, as if he had just crawled out of a gypsum pool, and stood up with a gray head.

"Bah, bah, bah! It's a good thing I can transfer damage! Otherwise, it would be ridiculous if I didn't get beaten to death but was thrown to death!"

Seeing Jiang Wenming rubbing his butt violently, Jiang Hanyu shouted excitedly:

"Brother Jiang! Are you okay?!"

"Nonsense, do you think something is wrong with me?"

Jiang Wenming patted the dirt on his body and walked over.

"Explain Fan?!"

"Well, you played well." Fan Yan nodded, suddenly raised Jiang Wenming's right hand, and said boldly:

"The tenth round of the dark duel, the winner, Silver Horn!"

No one cheered, and Fan Yan's sentence even attracted a lot of abuse:

"Fuck! I lost all of this! Returning to the deacon? Bah! It's just rubbish!"

"With such an expensive new-style card, I actually lost to a bone player. If it wasn't for the death of everyone else, I would have suspected that this was a shady scene, deliberately cheating my money!"

"How can you be sure that this isn't a shady scene? Mo Le's death was so strange just now, maybe he wasn't dead at all, where is he hiding and laughing now! Crap! All my net worth!"

"It's over, it's over, I'm bankrupt, and I owe several usury bosses on the road... It's over... It's over..."

However, more people looked at the arena with blank eyes, thinking that they might be hunted down infinitely for the rest of their lives, they all looked left and right in a panic, then covered their heads and faces, and quietly left this sad place .

I don't know how many of them can escape this catastrophe...

But other than that, there were two or three dull-looking guys in the stands. After a long silence, they suddenly hugged each other with ecstatic faces.

"Hahaha! I won! I won! This damn thing can win! Ahahaha! I finally don't have to sell myself to save my mother!"

"I don't have to go to Boss Liu to sell my ass anymore! Woohoo! With this money, I am free! I can be a real card hunter!"

"Long live Silver Horn!"

"Silver Horn's benefactor!"

Jiang Wenming frowned as he looked at those guys who bet the last bet on him.

These people are guys who have come to a dead end, otherwise they would not have pinned their hopes on this dark duel with super high odds.

It is conceivable that these people will definitely go to extremes if they lose this time. They are lucky to meet their own shot, but what about next time?

Looking at the greedy look in their excited eyes, Jiang Wenming shook his head.

None of his business!

"Well... Now that Mo Le is dead, what about his promise?"

Jiang Wenming watched Manager Gao and Mo Le's bodyguards run away in a panic, so he turned to look at Fan Yan.

"Don't worry about this. We often encounter this kind of thing. Mo Le has already paid a deposit before this. What's more, what he promised is profit, and these are all in my hands."

Fan Yan smiled, and called out the summoning card book inlaid with seven stars.

"The bonus for the tenth round is 1 million, plus Mo Le's promised dividends from this dark duel. Well, I just checked and it's about 4 million. Are you withdrawing it now?"

"4 million? Wouldn't it be 5 million with the bonus?" Jiang Hanyu's eyes widened.

Under the prestige of Jiang Yingyu's younger sister, he has never had more than one hundred change in his hand. He has never heard of such a large sum of money in his life. Is this world of rich people so crazy?

Jiang Wenming wasn't too surprised about this. After all, it was a dark duel where people were killed for fun. The participants were either professional gamblers or wealthy businessmen. It was natural that the profits would be high.

And this is just a small-scale dark duel, if it was bigger, maybe the benefits would be even more terrifying!

Think about it, can it be a non-profitable business that can make a Dou Zong look at the situation?

"Just transfer it!" Jiang Wenming sighed as he watched the balance in his card book explode instantly.

This money comes easily, but it always feels not very practical.

"For Deacon Mo..."

Mo Le smiled and shook his head: "I only care about maintaining the order of the dark duel, and I don't care about the rest. His self-explosion is just something that was placed in advance, and he is not here."

"By the way, there is something else to inform you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wenming looked at the little old man Fan Yan's smile and immediately became alert.

"It's okay, even our Dark Duel Club also participated in this soul emperor strangulation. According to the regulations, we have to send out the elites. Unfortunately, as a ten-round victor, you have to form a team with our other Duel Kings. Participate in the crusade against the Soul Emperor for a while."

On the spot, Jiang Wenming said a national curse: "Fuck! Can you still play like this?"