Chapter 979 The Victory Has Been Decided

After hearing Guo Nuanyang's words, everyone was stunned, their expressions were all embarrassing, and no one spoke for a long time, apparently quite surprised by Guo Nuanyang's choice, but as Guo Nuanyang said, this seemingly fair For Guo Nuanyang, who is good at assassination, the battle of the Nine Supremes did have inherent disadvantages.

Faced with such an embarrassing situation, Guo Nuanyang not only did not feel discouraged, but asked directly: "Boss Yun, can our Jiuzun Mansion set up a branch specializing in assassination in the future?"

Yun Yang said hesitantly: "I didn't plan to do this at first."

Guo Nuanyang's face was slumped when he heard the words, and he said dejectedly: "Then what should I do, fighting head-on is really not my specialty..."

Yun Yang said: "I really didn't plan to set up a branch specializing in assassination, but I imagined that there would be a dark hall under the Jiuzun Mansion. Looking around the entire Jiuzun Mansion, no one is more suitable for the position of the Lord of the Dark Hall than you Already!"

Guo Nuanyang jumped up in surprise: "My favorite thing is to do this. From now on, I am the master of the dark hall, and no one is allowed to rob me!"

Everyone was stunned again, and then burst into laughter, sweeping away the previous embarrassing atmosphere.

Whoever robs you is a fool.

In the next match, Lan Ruojun faced Wu Mengmeng.

Lan Ruojun is known as Huangyi Shuangjian, and Wu Mengmeng is known as Purple Robe Golden Needle; after watching the previous three matches, Yun Yang is quite looking forward to the performance of the two, and wants to know whether their nicknames are worthy of their names, and how amazing they are. Talented

But the battle had just begun, and everyone was dumbfounded for a while.

Lan Ruojun was dressed in yellow as usual, and also had the Frost Sword, which seemed to be worthy of the name, but when the battle just started, the Frost Sword was thrown out by himself as a hidden weapon, and replaced by long yellow needles in his hand. He even held two slightly thick and long needles, appearing to appear elusive in his movements, advancing and retreating suddenly, unpredictable.

On the other hand, Wu Mengmeng is not bad in a purple robe. As soon as he came up, he released a surprise attack of golden needles like a torrential rain. With the sword in hand, the combination of body and sword came unexpectedly, and the swordsmanship was so high that it seemed that it was not under Shi Wuchen's frivolity...

Yun Yang subconsciously covered his eyes, he couldn't see it.

You two, who will use the sword and who will use the needle?

Does the good name live up to the name, does the person live up to the name?

It's obvious that you have to change your clothes, is it really suitable for the nickname...

The result of this battle was that Wu Mengmeng narrowly won; Lan Ruojun snorted and went to wait for the next battle.

The four victors so far are Shi Wuchen, Wu Mengmeng, Ren Qingkuang, Tie Qingcang, and three of them are masters of the sword.

In due course, the last group of two entered the field.

Ping Xiaoyi, a poisonous doctor, and Luo Dajiang, a star-soul swordsman.

Ping Xiaoyi is thin and small, and looks like a monkey. Luo Dajiang is tall and broad, with a thick back and waist, and a tall figure; it is almost as tall as Dong Qitian's figure.

Dong Qitian grinned: "This looks like a monkey playing in the downtown area..."

Luo Dajiang held a knife in his hand, and just the knife was on the ground, which was slightly higher than Ping Xiaoyi; with a helpless face: "Xiaoyi, you can admit defeat. I really can't get up to fight with you."

Ping Xiaoyi squinted her eyes and said: "It's your fault that you can't get up, I fight with you very hard."

Luo Dajiang sighed, stretched out his hand and drew his knife.

The moment the long knife rubbed against the scabbard, but after hearing the roar of dragons and tigers, the long knife came out of its sheath, and the cold light flickered.

At this moment, even Dong Qitian couldn't help being moved.

Luo Dajiang stood there so innocently at this moment, but gave others a subtle feeling that he was all connected with the sky, the earth, the knife, and people!

The whole person is a tall mountain made entirely of long knives, connected with the sky and the earth, and the endless knife intent spreads along his feet and continues to extend.

The long knife fell slowly and pointed forward.

An indisputable domineering aura surged out wildly, flying sand and dust all over the ground for a while, spreading across the audience.

Faced with such momentum, Ping Xiaoyi subconsciously took a step back.

Such a mighty aura makes people feel invincible timidity as soon as they come into contact with it.

Why didn't Ping Xiaoyi know the key, he shouted sharply, and suddenly straightened his body, his originally extremely thin body straightened up all of a sudden, with a casual move, a sword quietly appeared in his hand, the blade trembled slightly , making a buzzing sound.

Ping Xiaoyi didn't draw out the sword immediately, but raised her empty left hand, and a blue-black mist spread out.

But Wen Qi chuckled and said: "Da Jiang, if I don't use poison as an opportunity today, I'm afraid I won't even need to fight; but if I use poison, your chances of winning are slim, and it's rare to beat me!"

Luo Dajiang's eyes were half closed, and he said lightly: "Really?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched his right hand into his bosom, took out a white elixir exuding a strong and strange fragrance, put it in his mouth, grinned, and said, "Come on."

Ping Xiao was stunned by the complaint, dumbfounded and speechless!

He was stunned again, then jumped up as if someone had hit him with a stick on the buttocks, and screamed: "You you you...you you you...Luo Dajiang! You are shameless, you are despicable, you are simply It's a complete, complete hooligan..."

Luo Dajiang snorted: "Why am I a hooligan?"

Ping Xiaoyi was furious, jumping up and down: "You...you dare to say that you are not a hooligan?! You are not a hooligan, why did you take Wanxiaodan when you met me... Well, where did you get Wanxiaodan!?"

Above, a crisp voice said triumphantly: "I gave it to you, what's the matter?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw Jiang Luoluo standing tall and graceful, his face full of complacency and ambition.

Ping Xiaoyi lost her mind, and murmured: "You...you are joining hands to bully people, so there are people like you..."

Luo Dajiang let out a long roar, full of ambition and pursued after the victory: "Predict the enemy's opportunity first, isn't it necessary to use targeted strategies when facing the enemy, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, why haven't you found a wife yet! My wife gave it to me, of course it belongs to my family! Are you coming or not? Hurry up and fight!"

Ping Xiaoyi stumbled and said: "This is a fart, you used Wanxiao Dan to deal with it, the ordinary poison won't work on you, and those strange poisons and viciousness can't be used on you seriously, I still go up and fight! Are you looking for abuse when you are beaten..."

Seeing this scene, everyone above had already laughed so hard that they held their stomachs and panted.

Wan Xiao Dan, as the name suggests, claims to be able to cure 10,000 kinds of poisons!

This medicine is one of the strange and wonderful medicines in the Xuanhuang Realm, and it is priceless; after taking it, within three years, all poisons will not invade.

Of course, the efficacy of this medicine is not absolute, and there is still a limit to the toxin poisoning power of some peculiar formulas, just as Ping Xiaoyi said, if he really uses extreme methods, Wanxiao Dan may not be able to do the job, but both People belong to best friends, how can they really hurt the killer, this campaign has come to an end!