Chapter 1283

Ma Cheng's breathing became more and more heavy, and his nostrils were playing back and forth with the naked eye.

In his pupil, the blood is earned out one by one.

Standing behind him, the three coagulation pulse situations were also extremely tense at this time.

The sweat of the three men almost soaked their whole body. At this time, even the deck under their feet accumulated a pool of sweat.

Ma Cheng's attitude will determine their life and death.

As for the resistance, the three did not think about it.

They are in the state of Ning Mai, but on this warship, there are several Di yuan States and even a Tian state of mind.

The three of them had no doubt that if they resisted at this time, it would be tantamount to helping each other save the time of choice.

As for deserting the ship, it's even more of a joke.

Where can I get away from here?

Waiting for the other party's decision at the moment, two out of three means that one-third of them are likely to survive.

Although this possibility is not decided by oneself.

If you resist or run away, you will lose your life and give up the hope of survival to others.

In this case, the person who survived in the end will not thank himself, but will definitely scold himself for being too stupid.

So no one would do such a stupid thing.

At this time, in spite of fear, the three monks were still waiting for the judgment of fate.

Li Mo looked at Ma Cheng's eyes and became more and more impatient.

In fact, he felt that he had given the other party enough time to think about it.

Just as Li Mo was about to speak, Ma Cheng's tight shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He looked up at Li Mo and said, "if you don't get to the Palace this time, it's your turn."

"You don't have to teach me that." Li Mo glanced in the direction of Chu Yan, and then said to Ma Cheng, "do it yourself or I'll help you."

Ma Cheng didn't speak. He turned and looked at the three coagulation pulse states that followed him.

The three monks of Ning Mai Jing were all shaking wildly at the moment.

The purpose of entering Sansheng mountain this time is to get the qualification to step on the road of chopping spirit.

And when they heard that Ziwei gate was called, they thought they had a thigh in their arms.

No one thought that they would have to die on their own.

"Ma, elder martial brother ma... I didn't say that in advance..." a monk of Ning Mai Jing stammered.

Ma Cheng raised his hand and his palm was like a knife, penetrating his opponent's chest.

The monk of Ning Mai Jing was stunned, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Ma Cheng threw his arm and threw the opponent out of the warship.

In the lake below, there was a creaking sound. After a while, the stagnant warship began to move forward again.

Ma Cheng's eyes alternated back and forth on the remaining two monks.

These two friars of Ning Mai Jing were numb by him.

One of them, Ning Mai Jing, finally couldn't bear such pressure. He said with a stiff head: "elder martial brother Ma, the warship has already started to sail. Don't you need to..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk of Ning Mai Jing suddenly froze.

He lowered his head and saw the tip of a sword coming out of his chest.

Behind him came a heavy gasp.

The monk of Ning Mai Jing soon understood what had happened.

He turned his head hard and saw the cold eyes of his companion behind him.

His companion was panting, but his expression was more severe than ever.

"I'm sorry, I can't be safe until you die." The other side's words came into the ears of the monk of Ning Mai Jing.

The monk of Ning Mai Jing wanted to laugh, but as soon as his mouth opened, blood gushed out.

"I'm so... Stupid..." he said three words difficultly. He was picked by the long sword and flew to the sky.

Shua, a dark shadow, fell from the sky.

A pair of black iron cast claws, seize the monk's body, and then fly back to the air, soon disappeared in the dark again.

With this opportunity, people finally see what is flying down in the dark.

It's a big weird bird.

The bird's wings spread out, more than one foot, and its whole body was black, as if it were iron feathers.

A pair of claws, is extremely sharp, at a glance, all give people a kind of pain.

And the strangest thing is that the big bird's face is wearing a golden mask, which looks like an owl with a sharp curved mouth and straight eyes.

Just as the bird was going down, he had a look at the crowd.

All of them have a feeling that they are regarded as food by each other.

Some people feel scared, some people feel funny, and some people don't feel it.

Ma Cheng's eyes are deep, and after looking at the Ning Mai situation of promotion, he doesn't blame the other party's behavior.

In this case, it's not surprising that the desire to survive makes people do anything.

Even a monk is not free from vulgarity.

Ma Cheng turned and looked at Qian Cheng. His throat was dry and he said, "elder martial brother Qian, why didn't you kill the bird when it just fell down?"

Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes: "are you accusing me?"

When Qian Cheng stares at him, Ma Cheng feels numb on his scalp and softens his knees.

The sky was in a state of mind, and Ma Cheng suddenly fell down on his knees with a plop.

"No next time." Qian Cheng said faintly.

Looking at this scene, Puyang Yi shrinks his neck.

He looked at Chuyan and wusilanma, and scratched the back of his head. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it at last.

After he got up again, Ma Cheng went back to the coagulation state he had brought.

With deep hatred in his eyes, he closed his eyes after a deep look at Li mo.

At this time, Ma Cheng gives people a particularly terrible feeling.

The ship moved on.

With the lives of four monks in ningmaijing, the warship is getting closer and closer to the palace.

People just speculated that the palace was built on the island.

Now it is completely certain that the palace is the island, and the island is the palace.

It's just that on this white bone lake, such a quiet island, it gives people a sense of mystery. It seems that something terrible is dormant inside.

The ship stopped again more than thirty miles away from the lake.

Xue Li and Ma Cheng look at Li Mo, although they don't speak, their faces are gloating.

Li Mo, on the other hand, was angry.

The distance of more than 30 Li, if it is on the flat ground now, is not worth mentioning at all for the friars in diyuanjing.

But now, the distance of more than 30 miles is like a gap, a natural moat, which must be filled with human life.

And now it's limer's turn.

Li Mo is one of the three great achievements in Diyuan realm, and he has the largest number of monks in Ningmai realm, up to four.

He looks at Ma Cheng and Xue Li, then looks at the four people behind him. Then he gets up and walks over to Chu Yan.

"To be fair, you give one, I give one."

Standing in front of Chu Yan, Li Mo said without expression.