Chapter 567

Hearing the speech, Dewey took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and said affectionately, "forget the gambling fight. I'm not your opponent, either in the northern region or in the central region. I'd better not abuse. I can admit defeat."

"You really have to admit defeat."

"I admit defeat. By the way, where should I find you when I leave here? How happy it is to meet fellow villagers in this middle region."

Sun Yat Sen's eyebrows jumped. Dewey smiled dumbly: "if you have anything, go to the friendship villa in the casino and eat as much as you want wherever you go."

"I knew you would give me food and drink. Those old guys of the food demon sect yelled at me all day that I ate too much." Dewey was overjoyed and didn't say much. He left the gambling table directly and left a stunned figure to the audience.

"What happened? Dewey threw in the towel."

In the audience, everyone rubbed their eyes, stared wide and confused. As soon as they came on the stage, the fat man chattered endlessly, and then they collided. Then the fat man chatted with Yanhuang, and finally directly admitted defeat. What Dewey was playing? It's your business not to gamble, but you admit defeat and pit our Yuanshi. Many people want to cry without tears.

Even the host old man looked stunned. The two people seemed to know each other. What made him want to cry without tears was that this was really not a trick deliberately played by his No. 8 gambling shop,.

The whole No. 10 area was full of curses, one after another scolding that No. 8 gambling shop was not a thing. Indeed, many people bet on Dewey.

"Yan Huang won the third war and immediately entered the eighth round. Yan Huang fought red flame." The old man's scalp was numb. He immediately said that even though he was the king of three and a half steps, he was startled when he looked at the hot eyes that wanted to eat people in the audience.

He must arrange a fierce opponent for Yanhuang, otherwise the No. 8 gambling shop will be drowned by people's saliva.

Then the red flame in the palace was surging, and the weather was raging towards the gambling platform. Sun Yi's eyes were full of contempt.

In the audience.

"This time I won't be fooled by the bird No. 8 gambling shop. I bet red flame. Yanhuang has no strength at all. I bet Yanhuang must be sent by No. 8 gambling shop. We can't let No. 8 gambling shop pit us."

"Yes, I also bet on red flame. His strength is obvious to all. It's time to quit. It's time to go away. "

On the 888 palace, master LiuNian smiled and said, "bet the young master a million top-grade yuan stone."

It's time for a column of incense. It's on the bucket table.

"Yanhuang, isn't it? A waste that comes to the end by luck, a waste that is vulnerable. I don't want to do it. Get out by yourself." ChiYan despised Tao, and there was no sun Yi in his eyes.

"You can try, who is the waste." Sun Yi said indifferently.

"Oh, you dare to speak wildly to me. I'll burn you to ashes."

With a sneer, the red flame suddenly soared a towering flame on his body. A fire man's virtual shadow emerged behind him, and the destruction flame turned into a fire dragon.

"It's over." The fire dragon rushed towards Sun Yi, and the power of the flame Swallowed Sun Yi in an instant. The void was creaking and overwhelmed. Then the fire dragon hit Sun Yi, and the red flame's footsteps retreated

"I said you were a waste."

Looking at the destructive flame, the red flame was arrogant. Was it too weak? It was far worse than Wang Tao. It was too easy to kill him with one move. It was really a waste.

"I have said that this hot yellow has no strength. This time it was burned to death by the red flame." Even the crowd in the audience thought that Yanhuang was dead, and there was no one.

"Your fire is not as good as mine."

In the fire of destruction, a indifferent voice came out, which made the red flame's eyes coagulate, and then his pupils tightened. He only saw the figure wearing a black cloak slowly coming out of the fire of destruction, and a layer of light appeared on him, which blocked his fire of destruction.

"What's going on? Do you understand the artistic conception of fire?" Red flame is unbelievable. You should know that his flame power is close to the limit of Shentai. It's easy to condense the tenth level martial arts platform, but his own fire can't burn him, which makes him feel frustrated.

"You must die. I must win this bet." The red flame comes for the treasure of fire. How can you let yourself fail.

As soon as he stepped on the void, the destructive flame force went towards Sun Yi. Under the collision of his fist, there was a series of meteor fire showers. One fist squeezed the void, and the rolling wave of fire between heaven and earth surged towards Sun Yi.

Only heard a indifferent voice, Sun Yi suddenly stepped into the void. Although the red flame is powerful, his artistic conception power belongs to fire, and Sun Yi's perception of the artistic conception of fire is no worse than him. Moreover, his five-level martial platform has condensed, and his artistic conception of the fire of destruction has reached a limit.

The main purpose of his fourth stage martial arts platform is that the artistic conception of fire is still lack of a lot of heat, and the artistic conception of gold is even worse. After all, he is a fellow practitioner of two forces, but in this regard, Sun Yi, who understands the two extreme artistic conceptions of fire, is stronger than red flame.

Sun Yi's palm turned, a long river of fire swept away and a palm fan went away. The fierce palm wind collided with the red flame, just like a king of fire, controlling the fire for his own use.

The sound of explosions in the void, the fierce palm wind and the long river of flame were even stronger than the power of red flame. The red flame was roaring, the fist of flame shook the long river of flame, and a fireknife appeared in his right hand.

"The knife breaks the mountains and rivers!"

The knife in the red flame's hand spewed out countless flames. It carried the fire with the knife. The red flame gave full play to the destructive power of the flame. The red knife cut off and directly split the long river of flame. A fire dragon roared out of the knife and forced Sun Yi with the fire knife.

"I won't lose."

Sun Yi stared at the forced red flame, lit it with the will of fire, and a wave squeezed it away. The bully gun floated in his hand. A gun pointed to it, and the golden fire filled the gun tip. The gun barrel was vibrating and buzzing. A three foot gun awn suddenly appeared on the gun tip, emitting destructive power.

Two amazing forces collided together. What made the old man's eyes coagulate was that the array to strengthen the void was broken, and a void black hole slowly appeared. The attack of the two people exceeded the endurance of the array.

"Roar!" The red flame sent out a low roar like a beast, took a knife and cut it hard on the tip of the gun, which collided with a sky high spark. The violent force made his arm numb, but the tip of the gun was hard to cut off.

"What power is this!"

ChiYan only felt that an extremely sharp force on the barrel of the gun was transmitted to his right hand holding the knife along the blade. There was an illusion of cutting into broken meat on his right arm. He hurried to draw the knife. His body retreated and looked at the scorching yellow in the distance. He felt a lingering fear in his heart.

"The strength of Yan Huang is so strong. Not only is it powerful, but also the strength of artistic conception is no less than the red flame. Is he really lucky to come to the end?" Someone questioned.

"Looking at this situation, the red flame seems not as good as Yanhuang. I've been fighting against the red flame all the time. It turns out that Yanhuang has preserved its strength. I really regret that I didn't bet Yanhuang“

The voices of discussion in the audience rang out one after another, and a voice of chagrin came out. Many people were thinking that they had been burned again this time.