Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Crisis Strikes

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The sonic boom cave sky, the roar shakes,

A fiery red ball of light galloped out from afar.

No one knows where this fireball came from, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Even if it was Yang Qifeng, who looked towards the source of the sound for the first time, he didn't see it.

Dragon's head, antlers, lion's eyes, tiger's back, bear's waist, snake scales, horseshoe, pig's tail.

Four hooves stepped on, the void made a fire, and a fire mark spread from a distance.

This is the fire unicorn, Yang Qifeng recognized the identity of this fire monster at first sight.

The fire qilin galloped to Yang Qifeng's side, lying in front of Yang Qifeng obediently, looking at the indifferent Yang Qifeng, the fire qilin used his head to gently arch at Yang Qifeng's legs and feet.

The meaning of the fire unicorn was extremely obvious, and Yang Qifeng directly crossed over to the fire unicorn.

The flames rose and did not cause any damage to Yang Qifeng.

Riding on the back of the fire unicorn, the fire unicorn's hard-looking scales are very soft and comfortable.

"The Fire Kirin has increased the number of dice thrown by three," said the Golden Shadow's voice as the sentence began to be announced.

In the next second, the words that were fair and just, without any emotion, and without any shock, began to change.

"Master, this fellow Daoist is definitely a master,"

"In this game, the winner is already doomed, he must be a Taoist friend,"

"Look at your stupid big guy, what are you doing here?

"The last time I was abused was not bad enough, and you Wan Chu, don't think that you won last time, you can be re-elected this time, you are outdated, if I were you, I would quickly wipe my neck and commit suicide, and if I continued, it would definitely be humiliating to myself,"

The gushing words kept coming out of the Golden Shadow's mouth.

This slut is a hateful person.

I was afraid that he would not pull enough hatred, and he personally took action to pull him a vote of resentment.

"Demon God?" Yang Qifeng automatically filtered what Jin Ying said, for Jin Ying, he was speechless at this time, it was obvious that Jin Ying's job was to stir up disputes, let himself and others be opposed.

Everyone knows this, but the unwillingness and dissatisfaction in the heart will definitely pop up.

No one is a saint, in the face of such a situation, if Yang Qifeng is one of the people in the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion, looking at the others, he took the lead in throwing, walked eighteen steps in a row, and finally obtained the fire unicorn, added three dice, and had no grievances, it would be a strange thing.

"Demon God?" Seeing that he called, the Qianlan Demon God did not react, Yang Qifeng looked at the ring in his hand and called again.

There was still no reaction, which made Yang Qifeng's heart awe-inspiring, and he continued to hook the ring with his divine sense, and began to call non-stop, but every time he failed.

The Qianlan Demon God didn't have any response at all, in this case, was it because the Qianlan Demon God was banned, or because the Qianlan Demon God felt the danger, so he didn't dare to have any response.

In the two situations, Yang Qifeng didn't know what kind of situation the Qianlan Demon God had encountered.

But there is one thing he knows, this Buddha Emperor Cave Heaven is even more weird than Xianyang City.

In Xianyang City, the Qianlan Demon God did not dare to respond, but it could also be because Xianyang City was beaten and damaged.

The failure to communicate with the Qianlan Demon God made Yang Qifeng's idea of wanting to check his luck go down the drain.

is so lucky, if he has the help of the Dry Blue Demon God, he can see the clues.

As for Yang Qifeng himself, it was impossible, he was in the game, and his qi technique was covered by layers of fog, and he didn't react at all.

Yang Qifeng leaned sideways and watched the crowd behind him throw the dice.

In this game, the rules are simple, but the acquisition of props is purely based on luck and luck.

Every area is obscured by fog, and you never know which one of the squares in front of you will have props and which ones will have traps.

"This fellow Daoist, it's your turn now, please!" The golden shadow made a move, and with a brush, the golden Buddha light flashed.

It's another person, and it's brushed out directly.

He has a big waist and a round waist, a burly figure, about two feet tall, a face like black charcoal, and a different horn on his head.

This is the black man, black and dry.

The object of Yang Qifeng's attention, the black strong man is very calm.

He is very experienced in how to roll the dice.

He opened his mouth, revealing his black teeth, and took a deep breath at the red, yellow, and blue dice, and then blew out.

The air is like a strong wind, whistling by, rolling in all directions.

Woowoo!!!!!!!!!!!

The red, yellow and blue dice start to rotate directly.

The numbers kept flying and finally came to an abrupt end.

The black man was full of confidence, and his face was full of pride.

Above the dice, the numbers exposed,

As he expected, all of them were 6 o'clock.

Looking at Yang Qifeng's location, the black strong man sneered, shook off his steps, and strode forward.

A hand clenched softly, creaking, crunching.

Yang Qifeng's eyes narrowed, and the black knife was already in his hand.

The rules of the game, the two get along in the same grid.

Automatically get a dueling card that allows duels to determine the winner.

The crisis is coming in the blink of an eye.

This black strong man is the guy who has crossed the second heavenly pass, this is the strongest enemy that Yang Qifeng has encountered.

He didn't dare to have any negligence, and the Tuhuang Banner was also sacrificed.

Yang Qifeng has remained at his peak, and he is ready to do it.

That duel card, Yang Qifeng didn't think that the black strong man would give up using it, and the hatred of the golden shadow was pulled.

Yang Qifeng had already suffered retribution so quickly, took a deep breath, and grabbed the black knife tightly.

Stepping on the feet, the black strong man walked step by step.

Every step he takes, Yang Qifeng's expression will be dignified.

Panting like a cow, his breathing became rapid.

Every step of the black strong man is like a knock on his heart.

The mountain-like aura completely pressed on Yang Qifeng's body.

Like a surging river, it constantly impacts Yang Qifeng.

"Vulnerable waste," the black man sneered, and his figure paused as he reached the seventeenth square.

As he paused, the momentum of the impact came to an abrupt end, and Yang Qifeng completely broke free, sweating like rain, looking at the black strong man's gaze, extremely firm.

"It's not a complete waste, this gap can be grabbed and broken," the black strong man stretched out his arm.

Step forward under your feet, bury directly into the eighteenth grid, one palm, and slowly grab.

"But still to die,"

The light was faint, groggy, thunder flickered, and it exploded with all its might.