Chapter 96

"Mo Bei. What's your next game to deal with Li Xuyue?" Fang Luoyou unfolded the folding fan in his hand, shaking it casually, and suddenly asked.

Mo Bei frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then thought for a while, then said, "That's right, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Luoyou frowned and said in a deep voice: "Sure!"

"Then Li Xuyue, I know a little bit."

"Oh?" Mo Bei's eyes emitted a curiosity and said calmly: "The person who can be named by Luo You is probably not simple."

"Not bad!" Fang Luoyou nodded heavily and sighed slightly: "Then Li Xuyue's seven sons are the best. Although his sword skills are not very exquisite, they are not very skillful!"

Fang Luoyou's next sentence was amazing!

"Then Li Xuyue can predict the future!"

Long Haotian's eyes were as bright as a copper bell, his mouth was wide open, and he was surprised: "No! If you can predict the future, how can you hit it!"

Mo Bei's heart was also thrilled, staring at Fang Luoyou with a serious face, and was not in a hurry to speak. He could see that Fang Luoyou had some more information.

Fang Luoyou smiled slightly and said, "Don't be surprised, and don't be so mythical about what he thinks!"

Fang Luoyou changed his tone and folded his fan quickly: "Then Li Xuyue can predict the future, but only three breaths, and the battle is limited to martial arts and sword competitions."

"He can see that you will make various moves next. Before you can use your sword, he can judge the trend of the sword edge of your next sword through your subtle actions, and thus make a response."

"In the previous competition, the outer disciples who discussed the exquisiteness of swordsmanship and the profound cultivation were not inferior to him. However, the disciples who competed with him had not yet set a sword, so Li Xuyue had already deduced their moves and blocked them with one sword in advance!"

Long Haotian looked suddenly, but he was still secretly shocked: "This Li Xuyue is so amazing, it's so difficult to predict what is unknown! I don't know if the boss can do it!"

Thinking of this in his heart, Long Haotian subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei and glanced at him, but saw that Mo Bei was extremely calm and his face had not changed at all, as if he was not caring about his heart.

Fang Luoyou was also very curious and asked: "Are you not worried, Mo Bei?"

Mo Bei smiled and asked back, "Then Li Xuyue is not a beast, so what's the point of fear? Then you'll deal with it when you see a move!"

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The top 32 competition, on the fantasy arena.

The two of them walked slowly onto the ring and looked at Mo Bei, a handsome young man in white clothes and graceful, and smiled coldly. He thought he was sure to win. Little Mo Bei was only an enemy of one move to him!

Mo Bei looked at Li Xuyue and smiled, but did not appear, just looked at him silently!

Li Xuyue breathed a long sigh and was about to take action. He immediately used his own magical power of the Not A Prophet to predict the reaction within Mo Bei's three breaths!

But looking at Mo Bei, Li Xuyue gradually became less relaxed and leisurely than usual competitions.

At this moment, his expression was solemn, his eyebrows were shrunk into two lumps, as if he was facing a great enemy, his eyes staring at not far away, Mo Bei with a light wind and a calm expression.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Question marks popped up in Li Xuyue's mind, and thin beads of sweat gradually oozed out of her forehead, and her thoughts flashed rapidly:

"If my Tianzhu sword technique, the blood demon would take a step back, and a sword would change with thousands of illusions and thirteen styles of clouds and mists to block my attack, and then the sword momentum would change, turning from blocking into a fierce stab, and I would definitely die! No, no!"

Li Xuyue's eyes were slightly white at this moment, and true qi kept injecting into his eyes as the tendons flowed.

The dark pupils tried their best to expand to the extreme, almost covering Li Xuyue's entire eye, and there was no white space at all.

The dilated to the extreme, and the dark pupils were occasionally shining with a light blue light.

Everything he saw in his eyes at this moment, Mo Bei, with Mo Bei as the center, and countless illusory red figures were spreading outside and transforming.

Those red figures are all the sword technique that Mo Bei is about to produce and the direction that is about to move!

Premonition!

At first glance, the red figure filled the entire stone platform and could not dodge it.

The red figure's sword edge, which was also light red in his hand, swept the void, and sharp sword energy splashed everywhere, like a group of demons dancing, making people feel scared!

"If I were the Flying Star Heir Sword and stabbed in the air with one sword! Mo Bei turned around and stabbed the sword technique of Guan Ri directly, which would pierce me through and defeat me!"

Li Xuyue's expression became more and more serious, and her heart couldn't help but pound wildly, and her hands holding the sword were trembling.

"If I use the Three Qing Peaks of Taiyue, the sword energy has not yet spread. Then Mo Bei will slash the flying clouds in the ancient stream, and one string of ten feet will be cut off, and I will be defeated under the sword!"

"Even if I retreat ten feet away, I can't stand Mo Bei's speed of sword drawing, and it's still a dead end!"

Li Xuyue's muscles were tense and her body was stiff. The fine sweat had gathered into beads of sweat the size of beans and kept dripping from her forehead to the ground. His breathing became more and more rapid, his eyes widened, red, full of nervousness.

He dared not move, he dared not move at all.

Even though Li Xuyue could predict the future, now, he seemed to have seen hundreds of ways to die. No matter what action he did, he would take the initiative or take the initiative, without exception, all of them were cut under the sword by a sword!

Mo Bei didn't move, but he just stared at Li Xuyue quietly, like a god of killing. He looked at the prey he killed curiously, and was about to die at his own hands and had no power to resist!

For a moment, Li Xuyue felt dizzy and blurred in front of her.

The red figure spreading from Mo Bei's body twisted to hideousness, constantly shaking, like evil ghosts, trying to devour his body and soul!

"No, no! I can predict the future, I can deduce his sword trajectory, his sword technique, how can I lose, how can I lose!"

Li Xuyue was like a person who didn't understand the nature of water at all but fell into a deep pool. She racked her brains and hysterically tried to seize the last life-saving straw.

Sweat was raining on his forehead! In his mind, his mind was rotating rapidly, constantly deducing and predicting.

But the deductions resulted in only one conclusion, which was formed in his mind:

Defeat!

The red figure in the sky, no matter how hard he struggled or made a move, could not escape being killed!

Li Xuyue had almost seen his own ways of dying!

It seems that his death has been destined since the moment he stepped on this illusion arena!

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not escape the fate of being killed by Mo Bei!

"Ahhh!"

Li Xuyue, who foresaw countless ways of death, finally collapsed. Suddenly, she screamed wildly and roared, as if crazy: "How could I lose!!! Ahhh!!"

He pulled his hair hard and screamed hysterically until he was exhausted.

Li Xuyue sat on the ground with a butt, as if her face was ashes. The sword in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and her eyes muttered to herself with a blind eye: "It will be defeated, it will be dead... I lost, I lost."

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and they all showed disbelief and stunned.

Even if he can guess the future, even if he can deduce sword skills, so what!

In the face of absolute strength, no matter you are a monster or a monster, or a magical technique, I only have one sword, I only have one sword - slash!

There is no need to draw a sword before.

Since the moment Li Xuyue stepped onto the ring, his fate has been doomed to be defeated.

As soon as Mo Bei opened his eyes from the ring, Long Haotian couldn't wait to meet him, surprised and happy, and laughed at the top of his throat: "Haha Boss! You are so awesome!

The one who was killed by Li Xuyue before was thrown away by Ji Laoba, and his nose was bruised and his head was bleeding!

"But facing you, Boss, Li Xuyue was so scared that she was so scared that she wet her pants and sat on the ground without using a single move!"

"It's so good, haha!" Long Haotian laughed loudly, not hiding his excitement and pride.

Fang Luoyou also looked at Mo Bei in surprise, secretly shocked: "I have fought with Li Xuyue before and know how powerful he is. Whenever Li Xuyue has a glimmer of hope, he will seize it, deduce the sword technique, and be reborn from the Jedi!"

"But……"

"In this battle, Li Xuyue had never fought with Mo Bei at all, so she admitted defeat so neatly! This, this! Could it be that Li Xuyue had deduced all the possibilities and would definitely lose!"

Thinking of this, Fang Luoyou's heart skipped: "Mo Bei's sword technique is indeed so superb that it is unimaginable!"

Sudden!

"You little beast, who are you talking about!"

A merciless curse suddenly sounded not far away from everyone.

Mo Bei and others subconsciously followed the sound source.

Then he saw Ji Laoba standing beside the elegant Ji Wubing with a dark face, drawing out the sword and staring at Long Haotian viciously.

When Long Haotian heard this, he laughed instead of anger, walked forward two steps, and sneered: "The person I mentioned is far away from the sky and is close to you. Didn't you ask clearly that, is the defeated general under your command?"

"Why, the courage that was scared by the monster was healed. He came to this secret realm and was uncomfortable? Have you changed your pants?" Long Haotian laughed and glanced at Ji Laoba's crotch with his eyes, his face full of sarcasm.

When Ji Laoba heard him uncovering the scar, his angry face suddenly turned into a pig's liver.

Being scared to pee your pants on the demon island was the most difficult thing for him to say. The eternal shame was brought up again by the old story of Long Haotian.

Ji Laoba shaved a fierce look at Long Haotian.

"Mo Bei, Blood Demon?" Ji Wubing snorted slightly, licked his lips, revealing a strong bad habit, and looked at Mo Bei with a smile on his face: "Boy, it's our turn for the next game. Have you figured out how to die?"

Mo Bei smiled indifferently and shrugged, "We should think about how to die, it shouldn't be me."

"Hmph!" Ji Wubing's nostrils angrily and glanced at Mo Bei with contempt: "The cooked duck is stubborn. When he is about to die, he still holds on."

"I have always kept my mind about the matter in the Dharma Hall before."

That boy, that boy actually asked me to make a fool of myself in the Dharma Hall. Taking this opportunity, he must make him unable to survive or die!

As he thought about it, Ji Wubing giggled like a woman, and his laughter was full of murderous intent.

"Tomorrow is your death date! Don't worry, I won't kill you easily..."

Ji Wubing changed his tone and smiled sinisterly: "I heard that in that secret realm, although it is an illusion, the pain, touch, and five senses are no different from those of real people."

"I will treat you well!"

Ji Wubing licked his lips, a viciousness flowed through his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of anticipation. He seemed to be able to see that Mo Bei was tortured and killed by him in the illusion, kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy, without even the chance to commit suicide!
Chapter completed!