V2.Chapter 350

The second game is witchcraft.

Witchcraft is divided into white sorcery and black sorcery. The former is used to save people and the latter is used to kill people. In Yu Wan's opinion, a woman with a heart like Nangongyan will naturally not compete with white sorcery. I don't know what Nangong Yan negotiated with Doctor Censor, but Doctor Censor showed an embarrassed look.

After a while, the doctor of the censor negotiated with the Taiwei and Taifu, and then came to ask the Great Emperor Ji and Yu Wan if they could accept the challenge of black magic.

Yu Wan looked at Grandma, Grandma nodded at her, Yu Wan said, "Accept!"

Doctor Censor said: "Because black magic is too domineering, the wizards on both sides need to ensure that they do not hurt innocent people, otherwise they will be regarded as losing."

"Okay." Yu Wan nodded.

Nangong Yan also nodded, expressing acceptance.

The doctor of the censor said sternly: "Then next, ask the two emperors to send their own wizards."

To everyone's surprise, what Nangong Yan came out of was actually a national teacher.

The national teacher openly fought for Nangong Yan, which can be regarded as a disguised admission that the hall of the national teacher had colluded with the queen.

Yu Shaoqing narrowed his eyes and said, "How courageous, he is not afraid of taking the Queen's charge."

Helian Bei said indifferently: "Maybe they don't care anymore."

Yu Shaoqing frowned: "What do you mean?"

Helianbei paused for a while and said, "Pay attention to your younger siblings and Awan. If anything happens, take them away in time."

Yu Shaoqing said: "What? Are you still worried that Xiaodiji will kill her?"

Helian Beiming said: "The rabbit is in a hurry and bites. That woman is already crazy. Who knows what she will do if she loses."

Nangongyan loses nothing, but Nangongyan never thought that he would lose.

In the first round, they were cheating and slipping, but there were not so many surprises in the next round.

"What? Is your sister afraid?" Nangong Yan said sarcastically.

"Emperor Ji?" Doctor Censor hurriedly looked at Jiang's group.

The powerful Moon Hook took a step forward with a cold expression.

Nangong Yan's brows jumped, and she clenched the armrest of the seat: "Hold on!"

Doctor Censor turned to look at her: "What happened to Xiaodiji?"

Nangong Yan glanced at the Moon Hook, which could knock the National Master away with one punch, and said coldly, "In this round, you must not use martial arts."

Wizards and Gu Masters, like Gu Masters, are not martial arts practitioners, so there were no restrictions on martial arts in previous competitions, but since Little Emperor Ji has spoken, and since there is a lesson from the past, San Gong will naturally not reject Little Emperor Ji's request.

Doctor Censor said sternly: "Okay, in this round, apart from witchcraft, you are not allowed to use anything else without authorization."

As soon as he finished speaking, the moon hook gave way to the side, pursed his lips, and revealed a small white tooth!

Behind him, a thin old man who could be blown away by a gust of wind walked out slowly.

With this old-fashioned body, the national teacher in his prime can beat him to tears with his bare hands!

Nangong Yan is so angry!

What kind of guys are these, how can they be so treacherous and cunning! ! !

It's not that Nangong Yan doesn't believe in the strength of the national teacher, but if there is a more convenient way, she will naturally not choose the one with greater risk.

But it's too late to say anything now. She asked for this rule to be added, and she can't be made to go back on her word.

Nangong Yan gave the national teacher a look.

The national teacher will understand.

What Nangong Yan meant was, don't be merciless.

In fact, the national teacher has never considered showing mercy to these guys, especially this ghost priest, he was the master's confidant when he was alive. Although the master defeated him, he was not defeated. It is the regret in the Master's heart.

He believed that this regret would no longer exist when he came to this day.

The old man walked to the center of the altar and stopped at a distance of three steps from the national teacher, his wrinkled eyes burst out with sharp and sharp waves.

"Is Yu Wenzhao your master?" the old man asked.

"It is the teacher." The national teacher said.

The old man nodded: "Just right, what he owed me back then will be repaid by you today."

The national teacher said disdainfully: "Don't talk too much, it's not certain who wins and who loses."

"Do you have any points in your heart? Your master is not my opponent, so you don't need to mention it." The old man is always taciturn, and today he has done everything he said for the whole year, "Okay, let's start."

The old man was about to take his seat, but the national teacher took a few steps forward and said in his ear, "Master, don't forget the purpose of you leaving the ghost clan, the king of the ghost clan ordered you to bring back the Great Emperor Ji, but not Help her get to the throne."

The old man looked stunned.

The national teacher said sarcastically: "How long do you think you can hide it?"

The old man looked at him calmly.

The national teacher's eyes signaled him to look to the left and below the altar.

The old man watched without a trace.

He slammed into a pair of death-like eyes.

The owner of the eyes hid in the crowd, dressed in black.

This is the messenger of the ghost race.

Like witchcraft, the messengers of the ghost tribe are also divided into white messengers and black messengers. The white messengers perform tasks. The old man and Awei are all white messengers. Once the white messengers defect, the ghost tribe will dispatch black messengers. , to hunt down the White Messenger.

The appearance of the black messengers means that their actions have been known to the king.

In fact, as early as the moment Nangong Li recognized the identity of the old man, the old man guessed that there might be such a possibility, but Nangong Li stole Shura, and the old man did not think that he really had the guts to go to the ghost clan to inform.

It seems that Nangong Li does not have the courage, but the national teacher does.

The so-called retreat is just a pretense, and in fact, he has done a lot of bad things.

The national teacher looked behind the old man, and was obviously still immersed in the joy of winning the first round, but A Wei and the three who did not find the black messenger kindly reminded: "It's still too late to escape now."

If you run away, you lose the game.

The old man's weather-beaten face could not see the slightest expression. Suddenly, his robe moved, and a piece of paper flew out from his sleeve.

The national teacher tilted his head to hide, but still called the paper to cut the cloth on his shoulders.

"That's my answer."

After saying that, the old man ignored the provocation of the national teacher and walked to his own cushion to sit down. There were several cases in front of him, and some strange things were displayed on the cases.

The most powerful thing in black magic is puppet art. When puppet art is practiced to a certain level, it can be controlled by even living people, but that method is so inhumane that it has long been banned by wizards.

Today, the two have chosen this way invariably.

The old man flicked his sleeves wide and brushed the items on the desk to the ground. Then he took out a dagger and placed it on the table lightly.

The national teacher sneered.

He didn't bring a dagger, but he could get someone to ask for it.

He made a gesture, and a guard pulled out the dagger from his waist and put his hands on his table.

"What are they doing?" Yu Wan asked in a low voice.

Qing Yan stared and said: "They want to use witchcraft to control each other and force them to draw their swords and kill themselves."

Yu Wan's eyes widened: "You play so big when you come here?"

Qingyan was also puzzled, grandma seemed to have murderous intentions. After spending so much time with grandma, it was the first time he met grandma who had murderous intentions. What did you say?

There is no time limit for the second round of the fight, until the opponent's witchcraft controls and loses self-consciousness. Although the people don't understand black witchcraft, but looking at the daggers they take out, they understand that this is a fierce battle.

Everyone was involuntarily nervous.

The national teacher who is in his prime, the old man in his waning years, how does it seem like a one-sided crushing?

"Grandma's state is not right." Qingyan said.

"What's wrong?" Yu Wan asked.

"I can't say it, but... it just feels like he's a little flustered." No one else can see this, but Qingyan, Awei, and Yuehook, who have been with Mama all the way, can feel it more or less. Mammy is different.

Yu Wan puzzled: "Did Grandma get scared by the national teacher?"

Qingyan shook his head: "It shouldn't be."

Grandma's strength is far above the national teacher, so she shouldn't be so flustered, so what is grandma worried about?

The old man's worry was not only that they were alert, but the national teacher was also aware of it. After all, he was sitting directly opposite the old man, and he could see every cold sweat on the old man's forehead.

The black messenger would take his dog's life at any time, no wonder he was so restless.

But maybe the black messenger will be disappointed. Today, the life of the ghost priest is his!

The two closed their eyes, their anger sank into their dantian, and an invisible coercion pressed towards each other.

Everyone could not understand what the two were doing, but they could vaguely feel that the atmosphere of the altar had become different, the wind around them seemed to have stopped, and the dagger on the desk shook.

The old man's body began to shake slightly.

The national teacher still sits firmly like a mountain.

"Oh, that old man is not afraid to lose."

"yes."

"Hey, that's the national teacher, who can be the opponent of the national teacher?"

The heated discussion was getting louder and louder, and even Nangong Yan could hear it.

The corner of Nangong Yan's lips twitched, Great Emperor Ji, let's see how you can pull this game back!

It was too late, but it was too soon, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Broken!"

Bang!

The body of the national teacher flew out!

Holding a dazzling dagger in his hand, he fell into the crowd with a thud!

He fell evenly and happened to be at the feet of the black messenger.

He stood up tremblingly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stretched out his hand: "Help me, give me a hand."

The black messenger recognized him and gave him a hand.

At this moment, something incredible happened.

The national teacher, who was helped by the black messenger, stabbed a knife into the black messenger's heart.

The black messenger didn't even have time to be surprised, so he fell to the ground in a daze.

The moment the dagger left his body, blood splattered the national teacher's face.

The national teacher was agitated and suddenly sober!

He looked at the dagger in his hand, then looked at the place he was standing, and finally looked at the fellow black messenger who was stabbed to death by him, and froze in disbelief.

A cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "He killed! He lost!"

Don't hurt others, otherwise you will lose.

Regardless of whether the black messenger is a good person or a bad person, as long as he is human, he cannot be harmed.

The national teacher can of course say that he is being controlled by the old man, but that means admitting that he has lost consciousness due to the interference of the other party's sorcery, which is still a loss.

The national teacher can't figure it out, why did the situation that had already been won in a blink of an eye become like this?

Not only won him, but also used his hand to kill a black messenger!

Could it be that the uneasy look of the old guy just now was all fake?

The national teacher clenched the dagger tightly, raised his head, and looked at the old man on the altar.

The old man walked to the edge of the altar lightly and gave him a condescending look.

The cold wind blows, and the old man is immortal.

Suddenly, the immortal old man stretched out his hand and compared a contemptuous little finger to the national teacher!

The national teacher who vomited three liters of blood: "...!!"

The black messenger was out of breath, and the guards came to carry him down.

Although Yu Wan didn't know the identity of the other party, the person who might have made grandma the killer must not be a good person.

Yu Wan didn't waste her Virgin's Heart, she stepped down from the chair, looked at Nangong Yan whose face was blackened to charcoal, and said, "What should I do, little Diji, you have lost again. Two wins in three rounds, there is no need to compete next, are you willing to bet and lose, or do you want to renege on your debt?"

Nangong Yan's nails were pinched into the flesh tightly: "Helian Wan, don't be too arrogant!"

Yu Wan said strangely: "Why don't I be arrogant? I have arrogant capital. My father is the heir of the Helian family, my mother is the emperor of Nanzhao, my husband is the prince of Yancheng, and my father-in-law is Da Zhouyan. Wang, Ji-in-law is the grand marshal of the military and horses of the world, and his son is a seven-zhang little Gu Lao, I am not arrogant, who is arrogant?"

Nangong Yan threw his head in anger!

She has seen arrogant people, never seen such arrogant people, doesn't she know there is a saying that when the water is full, it overflows, and joy produces sorrow?

It's okay, she didn't plan to do this originally, but since they all forced her, then it's no wonder she's ruthless!

"Shura!"

Nangong Yan gave an order, and a powerful aura came over the sky and covered the earth, like a dense net, which instantly enveloped the entire altar.

Yu Wan raised her head in astonishment.

I saw the sky that had been shining brightly a second ago, but at this moment, dark clouds suddenly covered, and large tracts of black clouds floated over layer upon layer, and the sky darkened.

Nangong Yan said madly: "Kill them! Not one of them is allowed to stay!"