In the quiet woods, Wuchen was looking at Fan Jiang with a serious expression.

"This won't work, this guy is too strong."

A large drop of sweat slid down his cheeks, his hands crossed tightly.

"It seems that this is the only way to use it!"

Finally made a decision, Wuchen threw his palm down hard and shouted: "Spy card! Draw two cards!"

"Yes, you finally know the magic of spy cards."

Fan Jiang nodded slightly and played another card: "Dumb, your spy card belongs to me."

"Damn it! How come there are such a bad card!" Wu Chen widened his eyes and said that he could not accept it.

In addition to the card group of the game, the card is bad. The use of spy cards is a very important skill.

He undoubtedly lost this game.

"Why is this happening?"

Wuchen's eyes were unconscious and fell into deep thought.

Originally, his purpose was to be prepared to coerce and induce Fan Jiang to reveal the murderer who killed the thin ghost. But unexpectedly, Fan Jiang said something as soon as he came up.

"Do you want a game of Gent? I'll tell you if you win."

At the beginning, Wuchen actually refused. But when he thought of Fan Jiang's outstanding performance during the Hagiyun Mountain racing the day before yesterday, he suddenly felt that it was a good thing to pay attention to peace.

Wouldn't it be a win?

Although he has never played it, the most powerful brain he can comprehend with his immortal cultivation skills cannot win in one game.

Then, he lost five games in a row.

"It's okay, life is inevitable that it will be unhappy." Fan Jiang comforted him.

Playing with Cheng Hai and his daughter all day, he found confidence in Wuchen for a long time today.

It turned out that it was not that he had a bad mind, but that he had been choosing the wrong opponent.

"Shut up! I'm not used to it yet, this is an accident!" Wu Chen shouted.

He regretted it very much that he shouldn't have agreed to the bet from the beginning; if he didn't agree to the bet, he wouldn't have lost all the time; if he didn't have lost all the time, he wouldn't have fallen to this embarrassing level now...

If he could do it again, he would choose to start the fight directly!

“Continue?”

"Come!"

"I lost and wanted to betray my friend. Now that I have let you practice so many rounds, it's time to add some bets, right?"

"Betting? What do you want?"

Wuchen suddenly became alert and subconsciously covered his pocket.

"Big gambling hurts your body, small gambling pleases you. Just just want to give me your sword."

"Fuck! This thing is my lifeblood! It can't be given to you!" Wuchen's attitude was very firm.

Without the weapons to be competent, is he here for a trip?

"Then what can you give me?"

"this!"

Wuchen slapped a jade pendant on the table. It was antique and exquisitely carved, and it looked like it was not an ordinary person.

"Um……"

Fan Jiang didn't ask about the effect and said with a smile: "The deal is completed."

"Come on! I'm going to change the deck this time!"

Wuchen took back the cards of his Squirrel Party forces and decided to use the same northern camp as Fan Jiang.

Once a person loses, he will be easily affected.

If he wants to fight, he has to win the next game!

Ten minutes later, Wuchen turned on the sage mode again, quietly doubting life.

"It's a pleasure to see you playing cards."

With the bets won in his hand, Fan Jiang did not forget to finish the fight.

"Shut up! Have you made a premeditation?" Wu Chen was angry and embarrassed.

"I gave you a choice, fight or play cards, you chose the latter. If you can't win, I'm blamed?" Fan Jiang shrugged.

"You must be delaying time, right! You want to wait for reinforcements to fight two or one?!" Wu Chen continued to guess.

"Are you here again?"

"Come!"

"What are you betting this time?"

"This Demon-breaking Arrow!"

"come on."

Fan Jiang gave him a thumbs up and said with a smile: "I have a premonition, I think you can win this time."

"shut up!"

Wuchen cursed and put away the card on the desktop.

So, ten minutes later.

"This is how you play this game, you are really a talented person."

Fan Jiang was in front of him a jade pendant, a bottle of elixir, an arrow, a pot of wine, and a collector's version of the CD, and he felt happy.

I came to deliver money early in the morning, a good person.

"Mom, I won't play anymore!"

Wuchen angrily turned over the table. If he continued to play like this, he was afraid that he would lose all his shorts.

"Reorganize your team and have another game."

"roll!"

Wuchen drew his sword and said angrily: "Gambling is the source of all evil. Today, Wuchen will do his best to heaven! Return my things back to me."

"I can't afford to lose."

Seeing this, Fan Jiang stopped laughing, with fangs on his lips and said with an evil smile: "Okay, let me tell the truth. Your skills are worse than yours."

"shut up!"

Wu Chen performed the sword technique, and the ancient flying sword turned into ten and then into a hundred. For a moment, strong winds rose everywhere, trees swayed, and flocks of birds gathered together, flying into the distance in panic.

The mysterious sword intent filled the surroundings, and the positions of the two were already shrouded in Wuchen's sword domain!

"Finally, I warn you once, tell me the whereabouts of your friend, and then hand over the things. I can't take action against you!" Relying on the power of the sword domain, Wuchen's words were full of contempt.

"Did you...get something wrong?"

Fan Jiang grinned, and a huge evil spirit lingered here.

The heaven and earth dimmed at that moment, and the motivated trees also stopped. At that moment, the surroundings were silent like death, as if they had lost all their vitality.

“District of Death?!”

Wuchen's eyelids suddenly jumped, and the flying swords all over the sky seemed to soften.

Looking around, Fan Jiang's field covers a radius of five or six miles, compared to his sword domain, which is only 500 square meters...

This is too fucking big!

"Don't be afraid, the big ones are not necessarily the good ones, we are short and concise." Wu Chen quietly communicated with his flying sword.

Flying Sword: "?"

"Don't stand there, get on!"

Wuchen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the violent sword intent no longer dispersed. It was like a river flowing into the sea, and it was all included in the sword in his hand.

His sword domain disappeared.

Or...

Wuchen's sword domain shrank again, completely fusing with the flying sword he controlled, achieving the true unity of human and sword!

The lingering sword shadow transformed into a layer of blood. Wuchen felt proud and said confidently: "No one can cross my sword surround!"

Dong!

The earth trembled, and the bursting waves of air broke the hundreds of years of trees, causing the entire space to shake.

Fan Jiang, moved!

"Shura Golden Light, Destroy!"

The lingering flying sword rotated at high speed, like a precise gear, driving the entire sword formation to operate together. In the strong wind, Wuchen's robe sounded, and a shocking sword light was cut from where the sword tip pointed!

"shock!"

Fan Jiang just slowly closed his fist and then suddenly punched. Wherever the fist wind reached, the sword light collapsed and shattered, and the sword formation trembled continuously.

"What is this throwing tiles?"
Chapter completed!