Mo Le glared at her eyes and looked down at the bottom.

I saw more than twenty skeletons below holding their bows at him in unison.

With Jiang Wenming's order, a loud bang of collapse sounded, and a black rain of arrows pierced, covering all his surroundings!

Seeing this, Mo Le trembled all over: "Oh no! I forgot that the Immortal Shield God is dead! Fan Yan saves me, I admit it..."

"Hmph! It's too late!"

Jiang Wenming kept glancing at the commentator of the Seven Star Dou Zong, but somehow he did not take action. Instead, several guys who looked like Mo Le's bodyguard were blocked outside the field by several suddenly appearing walls.

In order to prevent the night from being too long, Jiang Wenming suddenly took a deep breath, stepped hard on the shoulders of the heroes of the Hundred Battles, and then flew over Mo Le's head, and swept over the big bone rod in his hand suddenly:

"Remember to be a good person in the next life!"

"No! I'll tell you who he is, he's... um?!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Le suddenly glared at his eyes, and then he felt like he was filled with a lot of air in his body, and it quickly swelled up, and soon it swelled into the size of a hot air balloon. Then with a bang, it fryed into a ball of meat sauce, which directly poured Jiang Wenming's face.

But Jiang Wenming seemed to have expected that, and even half of the intestines hung on his neck didn't bother to throw away, and immediately removed the effect of the lucky number bead, and then he tricked out all the remaining substitutes in his hand and stacked them under him one by one.

I heard a muffled sound from chopping, and the skeleton at the bottom was shot into a scumbag. Jiang Wenming was finally not shot to death by his substitute, but he is now in the air more than ten meters high!

With Mo Le's death, Commander Yunyi and the Hero of Hundred Battles also disappeared. Now he can only fall to the ground like a stone.

With a thud, mixed with a sour sound of Kala's bones shattering, Jiang Wenming and his skeletons smashed a piece of smoke and dust on the ground.

"Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Hanyu's eyes turned red and he was about to rush towards the bones all over the ground, but a vigorous hand stopped him.

"He's fine, don't worry!" Fan Yan nodded to Jiang Hanyu.

At this moment, Jiang Wenming was covered in bone meal, as if he had just crawled out of the gypsum pond, and stood up with gray hair.

"Bao, babe, babe! Fortunately, I can get hurt and divert! Otherwise, it would be funny if I wasn't beaten to death and ended up falling to death!"

Seeing Jiang Wenming rubbing his butt violently, Jiang Hanyu shouted excitedly:

"Brother Jiang! Are you okay?!"

"Nonsense, do you think I'm in trouble?"

Jiang Wenming took a photo of the filth on his body and walked over.

"Fan's commentary?!"

"Well, the fight was good." Fan Yan nodded, and suddenly raised Jiang Wenming's right hand and said boldly:

"The tenth round of dark duel, winner, silver horn!"

No one cheered, and Fan Yan's verdict even attracted a lot of abuse:

"Grass! I actually lost all this! I'm still a deacon? Bah! It's just a trash!"

"With such a expensive new card, I lost to a guy who plays with bones. If everyone else hadn't died, I would have doubted whether this was a shady scene and deliberately cheated me of money!"

"Why are you sure this is not a shady scene? Mo Le's death was so strange just now. Maybe he was not dead at all. Now he is hiding and laughing secretly! Grass! My whole wealth!"

"It's over, it's over. I've lost all my money and owed several of the boss's loan sharks...it's over...it's over..."

However, more people looked at the field with their eyes blank. Thinking that they might be chased infinitely in the rest of their lives, they took a panic look, then covered their heads and faces and quietly left the sad place.

I don’t know how many of them could escape this disaster...

But in addition, there were two or three dull guys in the stands. After being silent for a long time, they suddenly hugged each other with ecstasy.

"Hahaha! I won! I won! This fucking can win! Ah haha! I finally don't have to sell myself to save my mother!"

"I don't have to go to Boss Liu to sell my butt! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"Long live the silver horn!"

"Silver Corner Great Benefactor!"

Looking at the guys who bet on him for the last treasure, Jiang Wenming frowned.

These people are all guys who have reached a dead end, otherwise they would not have pinned their hopes on this dark duel with super high odds.

It can be imagined that these people will definitely go to extremes if they lose this time. They are lucky to have a move, but what about next time?

Looking at the greed look mixed with their eyes after being excited, Jiang Wenming shook his head.

Nothing to do with him!

"That...Mo is dead now, what is his promise?"

Jiang Wenming watched Manager Gao and Mo Le run away in a panic look, so he turned his head and looked at Fan Yan.

"Don't worry, we often encounter this kind of thing. Before that, Mole had already paid the deposit, not to mention that he promised profits, and all of them are in my hands."

Fan Yan smiled and summoned the summoning card book with seven stars inlaid.

"The tenth round of bonus is 1 million, plus Mole promised his dividend income for this dark duel. Well, I just looked at it and it was about 4 million. Are you withdrawing it now?"

"4 million? Will it be 5 million with the bonus?" Jiang Hanyu widened his eyes.

Under Jiang Yingyu's sister's power, he has never had more than one hundred change in his hand. He has never heard of such a large sum of money in his life. Is this world of rich people so crazy?

Jiang Wenming was not very surprised. After all, it was a dark duel that used human lives to make fun of it. Those involved were either professional gamblers or wealthy businessmen. It was natural that the profits were high.

And this is just a small-scale dark duel. If it were bigger, the interests might be even more terrifying!

Think about it, can a Douzong look at the scene? Can it be a business that is not profitable?

"Just transfer it directly!" Jiang Wenming looked at the balance of his card book that exploded instantly and sighed.

This money comes easily, but it always feels not very stable.

"For Deacon Mo..."

Fan Yan smiled and shook his head: "I just keep the order of the dark duel, I don't care about anything else. His self-destruction was just something that someone put down in advance. Moreover, the person is not here, and I don't know who he is."

"By the way, there is something to notify you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wenming looked at the smile of the little old man Fan Yan and immediately became alert.

"It's nothing, even our Dark Duel Club also participated in this Soul Emperor strangle. According to regulations, the elites must be sent out. Unfortunately, as a ten-round winning streak, you have to form a team with our other duel kings and participate in the Soul Emperor's siege for a while."

Jiang Wenming said a national scolding on the spot: "Damn it! Can you still play like this?"
Chapter completed!