Chapter 340 Don't Be Unwilling, Just Go with Peace of Mind

When Lin Feng was meditating and resting in Cusco City.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was far away in the Blood Demon Mountain of Shenzhou Continent to participate in the Blood Demon Trial, was hosting a banquet for his brothers.

He joined a team of 100 people on the Blood Demon Mountain. This team swept away other teams and individual players and became the final winner.

Under the guidance of the cannibal old demon, Zhang Xiaoyu gradually emerged by buying people's hearts and eliminating dissidents. He got the title of Rain Demon in the team and became the leader of the team.

But only one person can win the Blood Demon Trial.

When Zhang Xiaoyu and his group formed the team, they agreed that they would decide the winner internally after sweeping away other forces.

That day, Zhang Xiaoyu gathered everyone together.

Everyone stood apart, guarding against each other.

Zhang Xiaoyu shouted to everyone: "What are you doing? You are already guarding against brothers before you even break up. Sit down and drink."

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down first, eating big chunks of meat and drinking big mouthfuls of wine.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu had eaten, everyone sat down to eat and drink. Only a dozen people sat down, but no one drank.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid that I, the Rain Demon, will poison you?"

One person smiled and said, "Of course not. Big brother is very righteous. We can definitely trust you. We can't trust others."

After saying this, the man glanced at the people around him.

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Drink this bowl of wine. Everyone will break off their friendship. Who can become the Blood Demon Son in the end depends on their ability."

After saying this, Zhang Xiaoyu drank it all.

Most people drank a bowl of wine with him.

Some people showed reluctance in their eyes, and some people were still confused.

Everyone went through life and death together, and many people had a life-and-death friendship.

Zhang Xiaoyu pointed to the weapons, secret books, elixirs, gold and silver and other valuables piled on the ground and said, "These spoils should be divided among everyone. Everyone takes one portion, don't take more."

Everyone hesitated for a while and went forward to take things one by one.

Some people took their favorite weapons, some took secret books and elixirs, and some were greedy and took both silver bills and elixirs.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything.

In the end, two people got nothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over and took out two of the four long swords on his back and handed them to the two people.

"Take it."

The two hesitated for a while and said, "Brother, we can't take your weapons."

Zhang Xiaoyu forced the weapons on the two people.

"What nonsense, just take it if I tell you to."

The two took the weapons and their eyes were red with emotion. If they were not in the Blood Demon Mountain, they would be willing to follow the Rain Demon Boss to death.

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at everyone, "We have drunk the wine and taken the things. Brothers, go away. After today, we will be enemies of life and death if we meet again."

Everyone was in a complicated mood. They first clasped their fists to Zhang Xiaoyu, then clasped their fists to each other, and then turned and left.

As a result, they stopped and covered their stomachs after just a few steps.

One person shouted, "Oh no, the wine is poisoned."

Another person said, "I didn't drink, but I was poisoned."

"The weapons and elixirs are also poisonous."

Everyone lay on the ground groaning, but Zhang Xiaoyu stood there without moving.

The two people who were given weapons by Zhang Xiaoyu pointed at Zhang Xiaoyu and shouted, "Boss Yu Mo, you poisoned us."

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

A trace of pity flashed in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, and then he said with a smile, "Hahaha, there is no good thing with the word "Mo" in the name.

It's all your fault that you trusted the wrong person."

"You are so cruel!"

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at everyone and said, "There are no good people, no bad people, no brotherhood, only unscrupulous means, only winners. The concepts in your mind are worthy of your experience.

Don't be unwilling, just go at ease, this is your destined ending."

Amid the screams of ah ah ah, a group of warriors left this world with hatred and unwillingness.

The screams soon disappeared, and the surroundings became dead silent.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Come out."

Papapapa, a young man in white came from a distance while clapping.

"Good tricks!"

Zhang Xiaoyu knew this man. He was the last disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor, nicknamed the Deadly Scholar.

"You are not bad either. You actually faked your death and escaped until now."

"You killed all my men. Compared with you, I am still one step behind.

But now we are tied again."

The cannibal demon in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind said, "This kid has the stench of my traitor. You should torture him well and don't let him die too quickly."

"Are you sure I can beat him?"

"Although his realm is higher than yours, you don't have to be afraid. The cannibal magic restrains the bloodthirsty magic.

You risk taking a move from him and controlling him, then Then, you can use the Ogre Power to lock in the victory."

The young man in white drew out the long sword behind him, "If I kill you, I will be the Blood Demon Saint, the next generation of the Blood Demon Ancestor."

Zhang Xiaoyu also drew out the long sword behind him, "You are the disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor, you should not enter the Blood Demon Mountain to participate in the trial."

The young man in white sneered, "Haha, as if you can kill me."

Zhang Xiaoyu drew out the long sword behind him and made the starting posture of the Broken Wind Sword Technique, "You will know after fighting."

The young man in white thrust his sword straight, and Zhang Xiaoyu blocked it with his sword.

Ding ding dong, the two fought back and forth.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu's swordsmanship was well practiced, the wind-breaking swordsmanship was only a low-level martial art, and could not match the middle-level swordsmanship of the young man in white.

After more than a dozen moves, Zhang Xiaoyu fell into a disadvantage.

Puff, the young man in white cut a finger-long cut on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder.

The young man in white took a step back and sneered, "It's a pity that your martial arts are far inferior to your means of calculating people."

Black blood flowed from Zhang Xiaoyu's wound. The young man in white's sword was obviously poisoned.

Zhang Xiaoyu took out the antidote and was about to apply it on the wound.

The young man in white would not let him do what he wanted, so he jumped up and slashed at Zhang Xiaoyu with a sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu dodged to the side, and the young man in white stabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's chest with a sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu did not dodge, and stabbed the young man in white in the abdomen with a knife.

The young man in white was also a ruthless person. He felt that changing a move would not be a loss. Maybe this sword could kill Zhang Xiaoyu.

Both of them made up their minds and watched the other's weapons pierce their bodies.