"Pfft!"

The splattered blood dyed the white snow on the ground blood red.

Liu Yufeng, who was covered in blood, closed his eyes tightly and showed no reaction.

The man's expression changed one after another and was extremely complex.

The dagger in his hand stopped only three centimeters away from Liu Yufeng's neck.

Because the strange wood sword penetrated his chest.

The man's body was still in the air, his eyes suddenly widened, and he reluctantly handed the dagger he was holding to Liu Yufeng's neck.

Closer, closer!

Just when the dagger was about to touch Liu Yufeng, the man's neck tilted and he died.

The Yimu knife gently shook the man to one side, then turned twice in the air and inserted it into Liu Yufeng's side. The warning was very obvious, which made Carlis, Clement and Ted who wanted to help stop.

They stopped walking because they thought they would be attacked by the wooden knife if they got closer. This feeling was very obvious.

Master Dao saved Liu Yufeng's life, but also helped him kill the second person.

"At the end of each round of the game, a new function will be opened. After this round of the game, everyone can communicate with each other through letters. I will add a friend to send you a letter, my friend---the smiling clown." Kallis.

He put his right hand on his left shoulder and gave Liu Yufeng a slight salute.

"The orcs will remember you, human." Clement hammered Liu Yufeng's chest.

"It seems that you humans in this other world are much more complicated than us, and it's much darker when you think about it. I hope I can see you again if I have the chance." Ted tightened the rag on his body and glanced at Liu Yufeng from a distance, thinking in his heart

He said that he really didn't want to get too close to Callis and Clement, as they would look disgusted with each other.

The expressions of the three people are different, but one thing is common, that is, they are warning the other two surviving humans for Liu Yufeng. Their body language has made it very clear, don't get close to Liu Yufeng, otherwise, you will

die.

Five minutes was either long or short, and nothing happened again. Soon, all the players came to the settlement interface and disappeared on the Bridge of Death.

"The boring day is over. I'm going to go back and lie down for a while. Oh, by the way, Rayleigh, remember to cook an extra piece of dragon meat tonight, it's a good thing." Bentham stretched out and had two axes on his waist.

He staggered towards his tent.

"Yes, as long as you can remember to bring the wine you lost, otherwise you should stop eating dragon meat and drink soup!" Reilly shouted to Bentham in the cold wind, and there was a burst of cheer in the shed.

of laughter.

"The boring times are here again, does anyone want to take a gamble?"

Under Constance's curly hair, his body leaning on the chair was like a puddle of mud. Whenever he stretched out his hand to play with his beardless chin, it meant that the man was getting bored, and now, he was doing this extremely boring thing.

Actions.

"If you have the energy, why not think about how to deal with those troublesome guys? After all, we have all lost."

Presiding Judge Raglan opened the book of innocence, picked an empty space on the last page of the book, wrote his name very sparingly and compactly, and then looked at the word innocence that slowly emerged and felt refreshed.

Refreshing.

This is what he does every day, so the last page has been completely blackened by his writing, and there is almost nowhere to write, but the great presiding judge always finds a way to find a new space and write his name.

This little game of his own makes him enjoy it every day.

"Congreve, would you like a game?"

Ignoring the words of the presiding judge, the magician Bridges took out his chessboard, because he knew that Congreve would definitely say it was a great honor.

"my pleasure."

Congreve stood up and sat over, and the two stinky chess players began the 137th game. In fact, it can't be blamed on Bridges's poor chess skills, because his opponent Congreve was a pig.

Although playing chess with pigs every day will bring you the joy of victory, it will also make you stupid. What's more, there is Rayleigh beside him from time to time. I don't know if this guy has turned into more bears, causing him to

He is not much smarter than the pig sitting opposite Bridges, and he also likes to point fingers at the two people playing chess, as if he is the chess king of the generation.

But you have to say that when these three bad chess players get together, they always have a lot of fun.

The quietest person in the shed is Winifred. He has not said a word since he returned to the shed, and he has not bothered him at this time, because he is recalling the unique sword skills that he has only seen in his life, and he remembers them like crazy.

Drunk, every detail is played over and over again in my mind, zoomed in, turned around, paused, until I watch it again in the next round.

It was like he was admiring the perfect work of an artist. Although it was presented by a poor apprentice, it was still so intoxicating.

At least Winifred in the shed was drunk, very drunk.

I don’t know when the sky began to snow again, and the player’s footprints and bodies were gradually covered by snowflakes. In the past just over an hour, the Bridge of Death seemed to have undergone some changes, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

At the head of this 300-meter-long bridge, there are still seven bored men living. Apart from drinking, eating meat and sleeping, they have very few ways to pass their boring time, so they sometimes long for players to come.

Because they are boring.

But they hate the arrival of players, because it means there are more corpses on the ground, and it will be very troublesome to clean up.

In fact, they also hope that players can pass the level because they know that this place covered by heavy snow was not called the Bridge of Death a long, long time ago.

They made a tacit agreement not to talk about Liu Yufeng because they were worried that they would be noticed by some great being, even though they were so itchy.

But it has to be said that after just an hour, the seven men had a little guy in their hearts, a little guy that they were very interested in. He was a human boy, his name was the Smiling Clown.

Liu Yufeng returned to the Dead Sea world and has been in a deep sleep. Although all the injuries on his body have recovered, he still has not woken up.

This is the sequelae of excessive use of foreign wood swords.

Let’s go back to the “moment” when Liu Yufeng stared at the Yimu knife:

When Winifred was unhappy and wanted to teach Liu Yufeng a lesson with the next sword blow.

"Right away." Liu Yufeng waved his hand sheepishly and began to stare at the wooden knife attentively.

"Master Dao, is there any way?"

"This man is very strong for you, but your body is too weak, and I am sealed again. Even if I just fight with one sword, I have little chance of winning."

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes, but the risk is very high. I can use the mark left by my master to cut through your body, but even if I am sealed, the mark released is not something you can bear, because my master is too strong.

There is a high probability that your soul will be torn apart by a trace of his mark, so do you still want to try?"

"Of course, Master Dao, come on! I have no way out!"

"Let go of everything about you and let me control you!"

"Okay, please take me home, Master Dao!"

---For a moment, Liu Yufeng raised his head and smiled at Winifred:

"alright!"

.....

Liu Yufeng should have died because this was a power he could not bear.

But when the soul Yi Mu Dao mentioned was the same thing as Liu Yufeng's self in the spiritual world, he didn't die.

And not only did he not die, he also saw in the spiritual world that the power released by the Yimu Sword shattered the dark sky. Although there was no actual glass shattering and falling in the sky, in Liu Yufeng's feeling, there was no difference between the two.

difference.

Then Liu Yufeng stood in his spiritual world and looked up. In addition to the playing cards high above, there was another door in the dark sky, an old and dilapidated wooden door.

This door is very familiar to Liu Yufeng, because behind that door is the nightmare that has been with him for more than ten years.

In that dream world, he learned spiritual exercises.

And used it on playing cards.

But since entering the Dead Sea world, he has never seen that door again because he no longer has nightmares.

But now, it is back again, in its own spiritual world.
Chapter completed!