Chapter 659: Aunt, You Must Be Kidding Me

In the north of the North District, everyone is still fighting.

But in the southern area behind the human wall, many people were frightened by the powerful Xu Shao.

Yes, he is too strong!

Bikong is an innately talented player. In the first few Tianluo battles, he even achieved a good result of finishing in the top three without dying.

The metallic properties of his body were as solid as gold, and through the spirit energy, he was given a fully armed armor, allowing him to forget his worries and be invincible during a sneak attack.

But put it in front of Mr. Xu...

A slap, gone?

There are too many people paying attention to Mr. Xu.

Everyone thought this was a semi-saint heir, but when they entered the scene, they discovered that this was a young boy who had never seen blood.

But once he went up to attack, he found that the attacker seemed to be turned into paper, and he was helpless in front of Mr. Xu.

Is it an illusion?

"You feel right, I was the one who hit you." Xu Xiaoshou shook his right palm, indicating that he hit you with this part.

Bikong, who was attacked by surprise, was completely stunned.

He immediately realized that what he was fighting in front of him was not as fragile as he imagined.

The other party is truly a semi-saint successor.

Even though it may look a little thinner, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. How can he easily provoke such a being?

"Walk!"

With a cry in his heart, Bikong's figure immediately dimmed.

His escape skills are extremely powerful!

Otherwise, he would not choose to become an assassin instead of pursuing the development path of frontal hard steel and inexhaustible metallicity.

With a "swipe" sound, Bikong turned around and his figure swayed.

He felt that his soul had moved several feet away in an instant, far away from Mr. Xu's attack.

But as far as the naked eye could see, those companions with stunned faces were still stuck in place.

The distance between them and me is not much different from before I used the escape technique!

"Well."

Bikong suddenly felt that his neck was a little tight, as if it was being strangled by something, and when he fluttered his feet, he was still empty.

? ? ?

"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."

"Yes, you are still in my hands."

Xu Xiaoshou's voice was indifferent, like the god of death who dominates the world. He grabbed the guy who dared to sneak up on him like a chicken and lifted him up in the air without ceremony.

"kill!"

"die!"

"Blow it up for me!"

"..."

The noise is still there.

Those people who were blinded by violent animal desires were still waving the death scythe not far away, harvesting each other's lives.

Hesitation flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes.

It wasn't the first time he saw blood, it was just the first time he saw such a crazy bloody slaughterhouse.

At this time, after his mind stabilized, he was able to be completely undisturbed by external forces.

But being here, facing someone who wanted to attack him to death, Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't help but have a philosophical problem flashing through his mind.

kill? do not kill? this is a problem.

"die!"

But while Xu Xiaoshou was in a daze, Bikong in his hand keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.

As a hunter, even if he sometimes falls for the prey, he can always escape from adversity, relying on his survival instinct.

"Golden Wheel Dance!"

A magnificent golden light exploded from Bikong's body.

This is a superb spiritual skill that shocks the opponent, and can always save lives at critical moments.

In the past, even if he was caught by his prey, Bikong could always rely on this technique to shake the opponent away slightly, and then rely on the opponent's momentary loss of consciousness to fight back and kill him.

According to experience, the moment the "Golden Wheel Dance" shook away, Bikong turned his head at the speed of light. At the same time, the dagger in his hand slipped out again and stabbed back unceremoniously.

Even without the use of spiritual thoughts, Bikong can clearly know based on many years of counter-killing experience...

The place where the dagger falls must be the heart!

"Click——"

But reality always runs counter to fantasy, even this sudden voice is so special.

After all, the expected scenes were not perfectly presented, and even, just in the first step, he died in battle.

The Golden Wheel Dance, the peak innate spiritual skill, could not even explode Mr. Xu's fair and tender hands...

No!

To say it exploded would be an exaggeration.

In fact, what everyone on the side saw was just a flash of golden light on Bikong's body and Shao Xu's clothes shaking.

But the hand holding the chicken didn't even tremble.

And within the confinement of the deadlock, Bikong subconsciously chose to turn his head 180 degrees...

"cough!"

"Ahem, uh... cough!"

The widened pupils protruded outward, and the veins in his neck that bulged out from the pain were dyed bright red under the overflow of thick blood.

Bikong finally realized that the sound just now was not the sound of a dagger entering flesh, but the sound of cracking bones, coming from his neck.

"Why bother?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the guy who turned his back to him but turned his head forcefully, and sighed softly, "I haven't decided whether to kill you yet, so it's better for you to end it yourself."

Boom!

The body lying on the ground, looking up at the sky at a weird angle, finally lost all traces of life as it trembled increasingly faintly.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that a small turn of his head would not kill this guy.

No matter what happens, with his innate vitality, he can still use elixirs to save himself.

But if you want to blame it, blame it on this guy's concussive spiritual skill, Golden Wheel Dance.

"Strong", "toughness", "anti-shock", "sharp"...

As long as he imprisons the opponent with his passive skills, how can he tolerate the enemy's resistance?

The other party's Golden Wheel Dance was not even able to activate his "Endless Life", but his neck bone was shattered and he died due to the force of the counter-shock.

In Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, the cause of death was so clear.

But all this incredible thing is inconceivable in the eyes of others.

"Dead, dead?"

"Why did he die? He was Bikong. Didn't he use the Golden Wheel Dance? Why did he..."

"Suicide?"

"Are you kidding me? Because Bikong couldn't shock his opponent with the golden wheel dance, he chose to commit suicide out of shame and anger?"

"I'm confused!"

Not only the onlookers were stunned, but everyone in the audience was also shocked by Xu Shao's first hand.

That is the descendant of the Semi-Saint.

It can be said that since the beginning of his appearance, he has been the most watched existence in the entire Tianluo Field.

Who wouldn't want to see with their own eyes the methods of a semi-saint descendant.

However, the reality presented to them was that Young Master Xu seemed to be destroying himself like a moth to a flame before he even started taking action.

"Let's fight the match-fixing! Is he Bikong? I can't help but hope he can enter the top ten. Is this guy crazy?"

"What did he do when he pounced on him? Couldn't he be more cautious? Is he the one who can handle the Semi-Saint Successor?"

"Fame and fortune are what the world is chasing... It is precisely because the successor of the Semi-Saint has entered this unpredictable place of life and death that more and more people want to step on this stepping stone and climb to the top to watch."

"That's not true. How can anyone reach the top like this? I even suspect that this guy was bribed by Master Xu in advance to scare others with his death, so that others would not dare to take action against Master Xu in the early stages of the Tianluo War."

"Then you are really imaginative. Why would he even risk his life?"

"This...I don't know."

The audience was obviously stunned by this sudden hand.

Some people thought that when the successor of the semi-saint came on stage, he would wreak havoc on the whole audience and massacre people; some people thought that the slut Xu Shao would fall into the sky and be surrounded by thousands of beasts...

However, such a result was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

After much deliberation, it seemed that the closest thing to the cause of Bikong's death was the first sound of surprise.

But……

"suicide?"

——It’s simply ridiculous!

…

"Under suspicion, passive value, +4151."

"Being guessed, passive value, +3348."

"Attracting attention, passive value, +6687."

The information column counts without emotion.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dead body in front of him with his head turned away, feeling as if something was coming to his mind.

"This is a cruel world. We can have the principle of 'I will not offend others unless they offend me', but without the awareness of 'I will offend others if they offend me', death will be a matter of time."

He was just an innate... He half-closed his eyes, Xu Xiaoshou truly calmed down, and even his heartbeat returned to normal.

At this moment, he was in this arena, and he felt like he was strolling in a garden. It seemed that this arena was like a private backyard, and that human life was like a piece of grass.

Weeds can grow.

But if it grows too much, just pull it out.

"Want to kill me?"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly raised his head, with a smile on his face, "Come on, whoever can really make me bleed, I will reward him with ten thousand spirit crystals! Whoever can kill my arm, I will reward him with hundreds of spirit crystals. Ten thousand!"

"hiss--"

There were exclamations from outside the stadium, and they were the sounds of being shocked and gasping for air.

"Is this Mr. Xu crazy?"

"What is he doing? Does he know what he is doing?"

"This is a gladiatorial arena!"

Yes.

This is the arena.

At any slightest movement, an ice blade may disappear.

In this place, let alone scratching the skin, it is very possible to look back and be inexplicably looked down upon.

He was so choked, where did he have the courage to offer a huge reward for a drop of his own blood or an arm?

"He's looking for death!"

The audience went crazy and wanted to rush onto the field to participate in this bounty battle.

But looking at the players in the arena, they were all trembling and timid, not daring to step forward.

"Come on!"

"Are you afraid?"

"On weekdays, everyone is willing to give up this or that for the spiritual crystal, even their lives. Now that the opportunity is in front of you, why are you so cowardly?"

"Are you so scared that the spiritual crystals can't arouse your fighting spirit? You're a bunch of cowards!"

The audience was yelling.

However, no one knew that it was not that the people in the venue did not want to move, but that almost half of the people in the North District were suppressed by the inexplicable aura of Mr. Xu's wanton attitude.

The North District seems to have an extra gravity field.

Some people were obviously not in front of Mr. Xu, but were still fighting with their opponents, but their movements were pulled by an inexplicable force and slowed down significantly.

Even the trajectory of a sword strike has become so traceable.

"momentum?"

Xu Xiaoshou was keenly aware of something, this was "swallowing mountains and rivers with anger"!

He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

These guys are too weak, right?

With just one word, can he completely restrict the actions of these beast-blooded guys with just their momentum?

But at the same time, he finally realized how big the gap was between himself and normal people of the same age.

Passive skills are invincible at the same level!

No chance!

"Xu, Xu Shao..."

"Help!"

Xu Xiaoshou's silly grin destroyed his momentum, and at the same time when he suppressed his mood to a calm state, several screams came from behind him.

As everyone trembled and recovered their mobility, they all looked towards the source of the sound.

But they saw a young man in patched hemp clothes running over there. He held a wooden sword in one hand and a tea tray in the other. On the tea tray, there was a steaming teapot and a precious tea cup.

This guy was moving around, rolling or crawling, and his body and face were covered with blood stains.

But he managed to get away from the people chasing him from behind, forcibly maintaining the balance of the tea tray, and rushed to Xu Shao, gasping for breath.

"Why did you come in too?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

Is Xiao Wanfeng going to die? How dare he mess around in this place?

"Xiao Xin, it's Xiao Xin..."

Xiao Wanfeng looked aggrieved, with a lot of bitterness and breath that he wanted to spit out, but when the words of complaint came to his mouth, he suddenly became serious and held the tea in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

"It's my duty to serve tea and pour water. How can I let Xu Shao thirsty?"

Xu Xiaoshou: ? ? ?

He picked up the teacup in a daze, and wanted to touch the boy's forehead to see if he had a fever, but his eyes were quickly attracted by the people chasing him from behind.

These people were obviously chasing him from another studio in the North District. As for the target, it was undoubtedly Xiao Wanfeng.

"How did you escape?" Xu Xiaoshou was surprised.

This guy is not even a spirit refiner, how can he move freely in this slaughterhouse?

"Perception" focused, and suddenly played back the scene from somewhere else some time ago.

After Xiao Wanfeng entered the arena, he started his great escape journey as soon as the game started.

He was chased by a large group of people, but he used his body skills to dodge them all. His identity was a bit weird in his agility, and a bit real in his mystery.

——Rich in the rhyme of Taoism!

Xiao Wanfeng seemed to be a soft sword on the spot, and he was like a dragon playing in the water between the left axe and the right knife, without getting wet.

"Good guy..."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood why this kid could break into the Pixiu Mountain without dying, and he could grow so big after walking through so many dangerous places for so many years.

He certainly didn't have a sword body, nor did he have the talent for refining spirits.

But his understanding of the sword way was probably as he described it himself... If you learn it, you really learn it!

"The unity of man and sword..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had caught a treasure.

He smiled at those outsiders who didn't dare to chase him because of Xu Shao's identity, and then looked back at the cowards who were frightened by someone's suicide before, and came up with a plan.

"Everyone."

In the chaos, Xu Xiaoshou took a sip of the teacup with his hands, and he had the spirit of being calm and unperturbed in the midst of thousands of troops.

He looked around, put the teacup down, and then said to everyone: "What I said before also applies to this kid. One drop of blood, 10,000 spirit crystals, one arm, one million spirit crystals!"

Xiao Wanfeng hadn't had time to finish his anger, and he was struck by lightning when he heard the words.

His face was bloodless in an instant, as pale as paper, as if he wanted to hide the precious blood worth hundreds of millions of dollars in the deepest part of his body.

Then the stuck head lifted up mechanically, the pupils shook violently, and the eyeballs bulged high as if they wanted to suck the soul of Xu Shao above his head.

"Xixixixi... Aunt, you must be kidding!"