aircannonsinc Chapter 458 Gun
Chapter 458 Gun
Betting on life and death...
With just these three words, Mo Jiao already knew everything.
Su Jiuer and the others took action, deciding the outcome with a bet that he had no choice but to accept.
Brother Cao's strength, his temperament, and his rough but very practical plan.
Mo Jiao never reneged on anything he had promised, so he rarely promised anything.
Especially among the demon clan, there are very few.
I just didn't expect that a once very attractive enemy would actually be Brother Cao, one of the top ten strongest men of the Demon Clan.
He never expected that such a promise would affect him in such a way.
Time is also fate...
Is this sentence appropriate to describe it?
No matter what, he will come out as he goes, just think he is suitable.
Mo Jiao walked down the stairs step by step, and the clothes on his body, as if he were meeting a rich man, disappeared one by one along the steps.
By the time he reached the bottom, Mo Jiao was fully armed.
Mo Jiao is in the bloodline of the divine dragon, so he is born as a dragon and does not need to practice step by step to become a dragon.
But perhaps because he has never met his mother, he sheds his skin every thousand years and sheds his horns every ten thousand years.
Every time he sheds the skin that has been shed for thousands of years, he will collect it and mix it with a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
It took tens of thousands of years to make the pitch-black armor he wore.
The horns that had been taken off for thousands of years were made into short spears in the same way, and were carried on the back, eight in total.
The newest and longest horn is held in the hand.
When the sect of this small world was destroyed before, there was a treasure in the sect, a very powerful sword.
When the war was over and Mo Jiao won, he melted the sword.
It took a long time, and the skin shed several times, before it was finally refined and merged with the newest and longest horn.
The spear in his hand has the same name as Mo Jiao, also called Mo Jiao.
Lives are all connected together.
boom--!
The handle of the gun fell to the ground, making a dull yet crisp sound. Mo Jiao raised his head and looked up at Brother Cao.
His back was to the light, the edges were a little blurry, and his face was a little unclear.
Of course, if Mo Jiao is willing, these small problems can be overcome with a single thought, and there is no need to look at them vaguely like an ordinary person.
"I didn't expect it would be you."
"You don't know me, but I know you, if it weren't for me."
Brother Cao's words were so vague that it was hard for others to understand what they meant.
But Mo Jiao happened to understand what he meant.
This shows that he promised to make this gamble when he was about to leave.
Brother Cao has already made up his mind to do something with this matter.
But is this really the case?
Mo Jiao still has the ability to recognize people, otherwise, he would not have been able to accumulate such a strong capital.
Let Su Jiuer and the others use this method to deal with themselves.
If Brother Cao was really planning to do something with this bet as he said, it would have been impossible for him to make a promise and reveal this bet.
"Are you really like this?"
"Are we all like this...?
We are all like this.
Mo Jiao stopped looking at Brother Cao, lowered his head and shook his head slightly. Why do you have to speak so straightforwardly?
They are all such people. Brother Cao wants the forces under his command to increase his own weight.
Why didn't he want to use the power under his command to delay as much as possible, relieve his psychological anger, and at the same time strive for more benefits.
They are all of the same kind, there is no winner or loser.
"Want to fight?"
"Want to fight!"
"Want to bet?"
"Want to bet!"
Two sentences, one question and one answer, eight words, is enough.
"It's a pity that my dragon world was finally found and built with great difficulty."
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet were worth a lot of money. An ordinary monk might not be able to obtain a stone slab with astonishing defensive power in his lifetime, and it cracked inch by inch.
Like a tortoise-shell spider web, it quickly spreads outward.
boom--!
Immediately after there was a loud noise, the ink dragon rose into the air, and the spear as black as ink in his hand struck directly at Brother Cao's head.
This is Mo Jiao's territory. Although it has not been occupied by him for a long time, this small world should be at least half refined.
In this battle, Brother Cao will definitely not get any benefit.
You have to go outside.
The simple long sword was not unsheathed, and he swung it on the tip of the spear, dodging this seemingly dangerous move, but in fact it was just a test move.
Then Brother Cao quickly retreated towards the back, trying to leave the small world as quickly as possible.
If Mo Jiao could take advantage of him during this period of time, it would be considered as fulfilling Brother Cao's good intentions.
He was sorry for Mo Jiao, so he had to give him something...
Mo Jiao didn't know this, and he didn't care about it. The battle had already begun, so he had to take it seriously.
Kill him!
No mercy, even if you understand, it will not have any impact.
If you want to leave, you will never agree!
He turned his hand around the end of the gun and immediately stretched his right hand towards his back with eight short guns stuck in it.
Although these short guns are not as valuable as the one in my hand, if only the killing power is considered, each of these eight short guns will not lose to the long gun in my hand.
It is a one-time use, used as a trump card. Mo Jiao has only used one since he was trained.
But in this battle before us, either you die or I live.
If you lose, it's a waste.
And if you win, Brother Cao's corpse will be worth more than the seven pieces put together, so there won't be any loss.
Turning the short gun several times between his fingers, Mo Jiao narrowed his eyes and stared at Brother Cao's figure.
His right hand touched the barrel of the short gun, and blood immediately flowed from his fingers and stained the short gun.
Buzz…………
When it came into contact with blood, the short gun immediately emitted a vague light and buzzed.
Brother Cao should be able to hide, but there is definitely no way to escape. He walked into his lair, the most core territory.
No one can save you!
The black light flashed away, and it was impossible for ordinary people to see it with the naked eye.
Crocodile Lord, who was watching the battle behind the cascade, was in an even more complicated mood. It was only after he frowned slightly that he saw the short gun with regret.
At the same time, he thought about it from his perspective. If Brother Cao were replaced by himself, wouldn't Dragon be able to dodge this shot?
It should be possible to dodge it. The killing power of this thing is terrifying. Just looking at it from a distance makes you feel like your hair is standing on your head.
But for existences like them, it's not enough. A little faster should be enough.
However, there are seven more short guns like this on Mo Jiao's back, and there is obviously a more powerful long gun in his hand. Can Brother Cao really agree?
Should I really think about standing with Mo Jiao?