Martial Arts Evil God

On the stage.

Dongfang Han and Qingjihou were facing each other from afar.

Not far away, there is an elder with invincible fighting power as a king-level saint. He is King Mengtian, and he is also the notary of this gambling battle.

boom! boom!

The next moment, the two took action!

"You gave me 300 million points this time, so you won't lose so miserably! Just a narrow win!" Dongfang Han secretly said, "We'll see if we can blackmail some of the inheritance disciples' points later!"

For Dongfang Han, no amount of points is too many!

When he comes back this time, he wants to make the final sprint to break through to the saint realm. Naturally, the more points he gets, the better!

Huhu~~~

The fight between the two was fierce. Qingjihou was holding a long halberd. As the battle progressed, his confidence grew stronger and stronger!

"I still have a great chance of winning!" Qing Jihou was full of fighting spirit.

But he didn't know that Dongfang Han had hidden a lot of strength and was playing with him. If he knew, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

I was so excited that I could win, but who knew that others were playing with me.

I don’t know how long time has passed!

Dongfang Han 'accidentally' knocked the Qing Jihou away from the ring!

"Chengyi, chengyi! I accidentally won. I thought I was going to lose!" Dongfang Han cupped his fists and smiled sheepishly.

"You are so lucky. If we fight again, I will definitely defeat you!" Qing Jihou said unconvinced.

"How about we bet another 600 million points and give you a point to win with a profit?" Dongfang Han's somewhat tempting proposal made Qing Jihou's heart flutter.

But he hasn't known Dongfang Han for a day or two. This guy is very evil. Although he really wants to gamble again, he doesn't have many points left!

If you gamble again, you have to borrow money, but what if you lose again? I am afraid that I will have to be a cow and a horse for hundreds of millions of years!

"When I earn enough points, I will bet with you again!" Qingjihou gritted his teeth and said, but he still calmed down, because he didn't know why he was full of fear of Dongfang Han in his heart!

He listened to his heart!

"What a pity!" Dongfang Han sighed secretly, thinking he could earn some more points.

Somewhat unwillingly, Dongfang Han looked around and said loudly: "Is there anyone who wants to bet against me?"

Even Qingjihou lost. There are really not many monks who are confident of defeating Dongfang Han. After all, Qingjihou's strength ranks among the many disciples. Although it is not at the forefront, it is still very good!

"You want to bet, I'll bet with you!" At this moment, a voice sounded, and an arrogant young man in purple clothes walked out. This man seemed to have just arrived.

Seeing this person's appearance, there was a cry of exclamation.

"Shalahou!"

"Shalahou is the tenth among the inheritance disciples. His strength ranks tenth among the many inheritance disciples. He is much stronger than the Qingjihou!"

"That's right, Qingjihou is only the mid-term combat power of a top-level lord-level saint, while this Shalahou is the peak combat power of a top-level lord-level saint, almost becoming a king!"

"Dongfang Han defeated Qingjihou before, but only by a narrow margin. He was only a moment away from Qingjihou. He is definitely no match for Shalahou!"

"Dongfang Han doesn't know Shalahou's strength, so he might bet on it!"

"You'll know just by looking at it! But this Dongfang Han is very arrogant, so he should lose. Otherwise, he would think that there are no characters among our inheritance disciples."

"That's right, we can't let him get too arrogant!"

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Many disciples of the lineage were discussing fiercely among themselves.

Dongfang Han naturally saw that this Shalahou was much stronger, but he couldn't show off too much, right? What if I scare this guy away? Don’t you want to earn a lot less points?

A flash of fear deliberately flashed in Dongfang Han's eyes, and then he said: "Senior brother, let's have a test, just make a small bet, can one million points be okay?"

"One million points? How can this be done? Are you a man?" At this moment, Qingjihou became anxious: "Why were you so arrogant when you won 300 million points from me? Why are you so timid now?"

Countless disciples of the inheritance were speechless. This guy had three to five hundred million before. Why is he so timid now? A million points bet? Is this all you have to offer?

In fact, one million points, ordinary disciples of the inheritance only have so many bets before, but the previous three to five hundred million, or even one billion, and now one million points, the contrast is so great that those who don’t know better think they are not the same person. Woolen cloth.

"I just saw that you are very awesome. Do you dare to bet on 600 million points?" Sarahou sneered: "Don't tell me, you are not a man!"

"Six hundred million points? Isn't it a man if you don't bet?" Dongfang Han had an angry look on his face, as if he was irritated: "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

A big gamble of 600 million points!

It’s doubled compared to just now!

But he didn't know that Dongfang Han was so happy at this moment. He had just won 300 million points before and was not satisfied, but now someone came to his door and brought 600 million points!

He thought that he could wake up laughing even when he fell asleep.

I had worked hard for endless years, completed ten characters, and almost escaped death several times before earning 1.34 billion points. In just a moment, I would earn 900 million points. This feeling is really... It’s not too much!

King Mengtian watched quietly, feeling a little speechless, but he didn't say anything.

Which of these inheritance disciples does not have a strong person behind them? The difference is that behind some monks are invincible king-level saints, some are half-step saints, and some are saints.

We are not ordinary disciples now, and everyone who wants to bet must be responsible for their own actions.

He is only responsible for justice!

Dongfang Han hadn't even transferred back the 600 million points with profit before, which directly served as Dongfang Han's gambling capital. And this Shalahou was indeed not an ordinary true disciple, and he took out 600 million points without hesitation!

The 300 million point bet is over, and another 600 million point bet is coming!

On the stage.

"Come on! In order to express my gratitude to you for sending me 600 million points, I will let you make the first move!" Sarahou put his hands behind his back, looked at Dongfang Han with a look of disdain, and said with arrogance.

"Are you sure you want me to make the first move?" Dongfang Han looked at Shala Hou with a half-smile.

"This is natural! Don't say I won't give you a chance!" Sarahou said with a cold snort.

Dongfang Han was thinking about whether to give face to the other party, but when Sarahou said this, a sneer flashed in his heart. Do you really think I am a boy who gives money?

Since you want to do this, then I'll let you taste what it's like to pretend to be cool and get fucked instead!

boom!

Dongfang Han held a big sword and slashed out with a slash. The sword struck the wind and clouds and came down instantly, slashing at the pretentious Shala Hou.

Seeing that Dongfang Han didn't even use the Holy Domain and slashed out with a sword, the disdain on the corner of Salahou's mouth became even more intense, but when the sword light was about to come, his expression changed drastically.

He felt the terror of this knife!

He tried his best to resist, but it was too late!

The power of this sword almost reached the initial combat power of an ordinary king-level saint. How could this Salahou display such strong combat power in a hurry?

Bang!

There was only a loud noise, accompanied by a scream, and Sarahou flew out of the ring, boomed, and then hit the ground hard.

"this"

"Defeated in one move?"

"Shalahou is just pretending to be cool, you're being fooled!"

"Damn it, I was thinking about how many attacks this Dongfang Han could withstand from Shalahou, but I didn't expect that he was slashed out of the ring with his sword!"

"This, this Salahou is too pretentious. He has his hands behind his back and is looking down on the world. He can still win without pretentiousness. This pretense was directly chopped away!"

"What's this called? Don't pretend to be cool, just pretend to be cool and attack with a knife!"

"Yes! The one who was hacked is a disgraced one!"

"Ask for the shadow area in Sarahou's heart!"

"Same request!"

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At this time, King Mengtian also had a look of astonishment. After a long time, he smiled bitterly, "This Shalahou is really pretending. Isn't this looking for abuse?"

Haven't you noticed that Dongfang Han is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?

Although Dongfang Han's previous performance was very realistic, King Mengtian's observation was very detailed. He could feel the playfulness on the corner of Dongfang Han's mouth and knew that Dongfang Han was not simple, and the facts proved that his guess was correct!

"Dongfang Han, you sneak attack!" Under the ring, Shala Hou roared with a ferocious face.

"Sneak attack? You asked me to attack first!" Dongfang Han said innocently.

"It doesn't count just now, let's do it all over again!" Salahou shouted, he was really unwilling to lose so clearly!

"It doesn't count? Why doesn't it count? You have already lost! You just pretended to be cool and came in front of me!" Dongfang Leng said with a smile: "If you are not convinced, you can gamble again!"

"You" Sarahou's face was gloomy, extremely ugly, and he was trembling with anger.

He thought about it carefully and realized that he was indeed too careless. He had seen the battle between Dongfang Han and the Qingjihou, and thought that Dongfang Han might even be slightly worse than the Qingjihou, even if Dongfang Han made the first move. , I was able to win easily. I wanted to show off, but I didn’t expect to be hacked by a knife!

He believed that if he had to do it all over again, he would definitely be able to win!

But I lost 600 million points before. Where can I get another 600 million points?

And getting another 600 million points may not guarantee victory. This Dongfang Han is very evil. Although he is arrogant, but after calming down, he found that Dongfang Han is indeed very powerful and not inferior to himself at all.

In the previous battle with Qing Jihou, he should have deliberately shown weakness so that people could not see his true strength!

"Dongfang Han won the battle just now! Won the bet!" At this moment, King Mengtian, the notary, spoke.

The facts are before our eyes, Dongfang Han has indeed won, and Shala Hou has indeed lost!

At this moment, a voice sounded: "How about I make a bet with you?"

Everyone looked.

I saw a man who looked like a young man in gray clothes appeared. He was carrying a spear on his back. He didn't show much aura, but when he stood there, he had an aura that soared into the sky!

"It's the Cold Spear King!" someone exclaimed.

"The Cold Spear King, the Cold Spear King ranks third among our disciples! He is the peak combat power of an ordinary king-level saint!"

"Dongfang Han is no match for him!"

"Yes, there is a huge difference between the two!"