Physical destruction is called violence, and mental defeat is called ingenuity.
You are truly strong when you can outwit your opponents.
Among the powerful people here, no one has become the overlord of a party by relying on force.
They rely on ingenuity, which is beyond the ingenuity of ordinary people.
The breeze swept across the arena, and the smell of blood that hit his face made Zhao Yufan frown slightly.
Although he was here to clean up, he didn't have any tools in his hands.
He Wei's knife has turned red, and blood condenses from the blade to the tip, falling drop by drop into the pool of blood, like the tears of a deceased soul, turning into wisps of bloody air, hovering in the cycle.
"No one can leave my arena."
He Wei's sword was suddenly raised, with a dazzling red light and murderous intent.
Zhao Yufan's expression was solemn, his voice was very soft, and there was a hint of anger: "You killed many people."
He Wei laughed ferociously and said with great confidence: "You will be next."
Zhao Yufan curled his lips, looked at a deacon under the ring, and said, "Throw me a broom."
The deacon was caught off guard, looked at Zhao Yufan blankly, and asked uncertainly: "Broom?"
"It's a broom" The deacon had no choice but to find a broom and threw it to Zhao Yufan.
The moment he threw the broom to Zhao Yufan, his eyes showed a trace of gratitude.
He was grateful that Zhao Yufan did not let him send the broom to the ring, because He Wei just said, go to the ring.
If he went up, it would definitely be in danger, and Zhao Yufan was obviously protecting him by letting him throw him on the broom, so he was very grateful.
Grabbing the broom, Zhao Yufan slowly lowered his head and started sweeping.
There was no way to clean the blood on the ground with a broom, but the broom in Zhao Yufan's hand was like a shovel, shoveling all the blood together.
In a few seconds, the broom had turned into a bloody broom.
The bamboo strips at the end of the broom were like blood-red filaments, like human lives, stabbing at He Wei with claws and teeth.
He Wei's inner defense collapsed, and the bloody blade became more murderous.
With a flash of red light, the knife struck out.
At the same time, Zhao Yufan, who was sweeping the floor, flicked his wrist, and the blood on the broom stabbed He Wei like a sharp arrow.
The sword light dissipated, and seventeen blood threads were nailed to He Wei's body, causing him to freeze in place.
He Wei was not dead, not because Zhao Yufan couldn't kill him, but because Zhao Yufan didn't kill him.
The arrogant He Wei was defeated.
His ferocious heart and his heart-wrenching sword were so weak and even pitiful in front of Zhao Yufan.
The seventeen dazzling bloodshot threads represent the seventeen dead souls.
This is Zhao Yufan punishing He Wei.
"He Wei killed too much.
As the leader of the Deacon Hall, I declare," Zhao Yufan suddenly paused.
His eyes slowly scanned the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on He Wei, "Abolish the cultivation base."
He Wei's cultivation was in the process of being abolished.
Zhao Yufan used seventeen blood threads and nailed them to seventeen acupuncture points in order to abolish his cultivation.
Zhao Yufan stared at He Wei and said seriously: "You are very strong, it's a pity."
"It's a pity" He Wei laughed ferociously, like a raging bull, his eyes turned red.
Zhao Yufan seemed to have seen red eyes somewhere, and in an instant, he remembered the Eyes of Troubled Times.
The eye of trouble is a terrible word, which gives people the impression of death.
In an instant, everyone believed that He Wei had the Eye of Troubled Times.
The onlookers were so frightened that they retreated one after another.
The strong men looked solemn and ready to attack.
Zhao Yufan looked calm and observed the red eyes with interest.
They were a pair of blood-red eyes, and the redness in the pupils was like a sea of blood. , flowing with invisible anger and infinite killing intent.
At this moment, He Wei's fate has been determined.
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No strong person present wants to see anyone with the Eye of Troubled Times survive in the world, so he must die.
However, the strong men will not stop He Wei from fighting before they die, because they also look forward to a battle between He Wei and Zhao Yufan.
After observation, Zhao Yufan discovered that the rumors of the Eye of Troubled Times were simply nonsense.
The reason for the red eyes was actually obsession, and this kind of obsession was even more terrifying, leading to intense killing and destructive power.
The four original Eyes of Troubled Times The strong ones should be very powerful in their own talent, but they are not recognized, or they suddenly go crazy due to some things, and become the world's devil.
Their strength makes people more afraid of the Eye of Troubled Times, so there is the Eye of Troubled Times.
Eyes on this shocking legend.
However, no one will believe Zhao Yufan's words, and even if they believe it, no one will show mercy.
Zhao Yufan looked at the powerful people here suspiciously.
With their eyesight, they should be able to see some clues, but why didn't they explain?
This is an extremely strange thing.
However, the fact that the powerful people here didn't explain the Eye of Troubled Times must be related to interests.
At this time, He Wei's dragon bone knife began to tremble violently, and his body trembled even more violently than the dragon bone knife.
It was like a willow tree swaying in a strong wind.
As his body trembled violently, something even more terrifying happened.
He Wei's strength suddenly began to skyrocket, from the ninth level to the tenth level, and from the tenth level to the Martial Lord.
When he became the Martial Lord in an instant, the strong men present could not help but exclaim in surprise, and his crazy surge made people even more convinced that he had the Eye of Chaos.
He Wei's pupils shrank, his eyes flashed with cold light, and seventeen blood threads on his body suddenly spurted out, turning into blood powder in mid-air.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan's expression became more solemn.
He could not match the strength of Wu Jun, but this battle was unavoidable.
The strong sense of oppression made him step back and look solemnly at the almost crazy He Wei.
"Do you think you are very powerful?"
He Wei looked at Zhao Yufan ferociously like a demon walking out of hell, and said sarcastically: "Do you still dare to be arrogant now?
Do you still dare to despise me?"
Zhao Yufan's eyebrows trembled slightly and he emphasized: "You kill too many people, I'm just here to clean up.
But if you want to kill me, I will naturally resist."
He was reasoning with He Wei, as if he was comforting He Wei and telling him not to be too angry.
"Stop talking nonsense."
He Wei glared, looked directly at Zhao Yufan, and asked, "Do you dare to fight?"
Zhao Yufan held the broom and replied calmly: "I don't want to fight you."
He really doesn't want to fight, not that he doesn't dare to fight.
When a high-level warrior fights against a Martial Lord, it can be said that an egg hits a stone.
Even if Zhao Yufan can defeat all the high-level warriors, it is still difficult to win in front of the Martial Lord.
No matter who it is, they all feel that Zhao Yufan will lose miserably.
Coupled with He Wei's murderous character, maybe Zhao Yufan will lose today.
He Wei took a step forward, and the surroundings suddenly filled with murderous aura, "Do you dare?"
"bring it on."
Zhao Yufan answered casually, as if he had never taken He Wei seriously.
In the eyes of everyone, this flat tone could only be described in two words: arrogant.
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