I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Fan Yixian's body had just begun to retreat, and the tiger's claws on both hands and claws of the violent tiger attacked his hands like lightning.

Fan Yixian's army of soldiers was difficult to resist, and the two tiger claws of the violent tiger attacked.

He had planned to repel the tiger claw on the right hand of the violent tiger first, and then smashed away the attack from Fan Yixian's left hand tiger claw.

However, he obviously underestimated his speed.

Just now, Fan Yixian shook the tiger claws of the tiger's right hand instantly, and the wind whimpered. There was a piercing pain in Fan Yixian's right wrist.

The pain was unbearable with the ten fingers connected to the heart, and Fan Yixian's wrist said pain unbearably.

The moment he resisted the attack of the tiger claw with the right hand of the tiger, his right hand had been cut off by the tiger's left hand like a flash of lightning.

The heart-wrenching feeling suddenly made Fan Yixian's retreating body fill up again for an instant.

But the violent tiger, who was chasing after him, immediately saw the needle, captured the moment of time without hesitation, and shot again.

With the help of this moment, the Tiger kicked his right foot out without hesitation.

When he kicked out with his right foot, the tiger claw on his right foot had popped out silently.

Then, the sound of tearing the air flashed away.

The tiger claw on the right foot of the violent tiger was picked from Fan Yixian's left wrist, which was tightly grasped by the left wrist of the King Kong Jiang Mochu.

The fierce tiger just lightly picked at his feet, the ferocious and sharp tiger claws, like tofu, cut off Fan Yixian's only other hand.

With a ding sound, Fan Yixian, who was still holding the King Kong Jiang Mochu Yuanbing's left hand tightly, also landed on the ground.

Just breathing, the Tiger had turned on the defensive, and instantly cut off Fan Yixian's hands.

Until then, Fan Yixian finally couldn't help but let out a miserable howl like a ghost.

Fan Yixian's figure has smoothly retreated to ten feet away, but his face under the mask of King Fudo Ming is even more disastrous and ugly than the face of a dead person.

He looked down at his arms.

At the end of the arm, the place where his slender and powerful hands should have grown, has now become empty.

Only a pair of bald arm bones remained.

The red blood was flowing, and he even saw the white stubble in the flesh and blood of his arm.

And where are his hands?

Fan Yixian turned his head and looked not far away. There, at the feet of the tiger, a pair of once slender and powerful, changeable and agile, able to use eighteen yuan soldiers, use at least three kinds of unique skills, lying quietly Fan Yixian's blood was stuck under the tiger's feet, which was soiled by the dust on the ground.

At this time, the tiger was using a pair of wild beast-like eyes, just this Fan Yixian, and then suddenly opened his mouth at Fan Yixian, showing a group of white teeth, and gave Fan Yixian a weird smile.

Then Fan Yixian saw that the tiger suddenly stretched out his right foot and stepped heavily on his cut hands.

I only heard the sound of clattering, and in a blink of an eye, Fan Yixian's hands had turned into a pool of blood mud, dotted with blood mud of countless white broken bones.

At this time provocation, at this time Chi Guoguo's provocation.

Seeing his own hands, in front of his eyes, trampled by a tiger, Fan Yixian's throat suddenly burst out like a night owl.

Just when everyone was guessing what he was going to do, Fan Yixian unexpectedly did not launch a futile attack on the tiger again.

Fan Yixian stood ten feet away from the violent tiger, looking at the violent tiger not far away, as if he was looking at a fierce beast from a bottomless abyss, choosing people to eat.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the incident of watching the images of violent tigers and young people in the study room of the master Xiao on the ninth floor of Tianze Building.

Fan Yixian suddenly recalled that the first time he watched the matchup, at the end of the game, the unpredictable blow of the Tiger with one claw and throat brought him deterrence and fear.

When he saw the blow of the Tiger, deep down in his heart, he was already weakly aware that he could never be the opponent of the Tiger.

If he must fight against the tiger, he will definitely die under the attack of the tiger.

At the moment when he saw the power of the violent tiger's blow, Fan Yixian's whole person, whole body and mind, were shrouded in the violence and terror emanating from that blow, his face became extremely ugly, and he was left in the blink of an eye. Countless sweat.

Others simply believed that Fan Yixian felt ashamed because he did not see how the Tigers killed young people, but they did not know that the Tigers at the time were not ashamed, but horrified and felt themselves. Was deeply shrouded in the boundless and inescapable terror.

And now, this deep and boundless, inescapable horror, truly came, and truly enveloped Fan Yixian's whole person.

This deep terror enveloped Fan Yixian, oppressed Fan Yixian, and finally made Fan Yixian make an unexpected decision.

Under the fighting platform, tens of thousands of teenagers and girls, including thousands of supporters of King Fudo Ming, suddenly saw that Fan Yixian was standing still on the spot, as if his body was frozen, suddenly moved.

Fan Yixian's straight legs suddenly bend down under the attention of tens of thousands of people.

Then there was a bang.

Fan Yixian's tall and straight body actually knelt down at this moment, facing ten meters away, the terrifying tiger knelt down like a **** or a monster.

"I don't want to die."

"Spare me. I still want to live."

Fan Yixian knelt on the ground, looking at the violent tiger ten feet away imploringly.

When Fan Yixian knelt down in front of the violent tiger, under the fighting platform, the entire semi-circular square had become full of voices.

Some people are uncertain, some are furious, some are laughing and cursing, some are thoughtful...

Ten meters away, the violent tiger watched everything in front of him with interest.

"Since you are so afraid of death, why are you still on this battlefield?"

"Since you are so afraid of death, why do you choose to fight with me instead of surrendering in advance?"

Fan Yixian hesitated a little when he heard the question from Tiger Tiger, and finally a ray of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had finally made a decision.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Yixian did not speak, but suddenly used his broken arm, which had lost both hands, and with difficulty, he took off the mask of King Ming that he had never taken off on the fighting platform.

Under the mask, a pale face without a trace of blood appeared, a face occupied by fear and pain.

Later, Fan Yixian faced the violent tiger and said with difficulty: "Because I can't help but fight."

"Because I am Fan Yixian, the second-grade guardian of the Tianzelou. The task given to me this time by Tianzelou is to fight you, and then either kill you or be killed by you."

"I have no choice. If I don't fight you, there will be no one in my family to take care of, and my relatives will be displaced."

"And Tian Ze Lou promised that as long as I participate in this duel, they will return me to take care of my family. Even if I am killed by you, my family will still be given the best care of Tian Ze Lou."

Fan Yixian opened his mouth, and what he said was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one thought that King Ming was named Fan Yixian.

No one thought that Fan Yixian was actually the gatekeeper of Tianze Tower.

No one thought that Fan Yixian's matchup with Tiger Tiger was actually forced to be helpless.

The entire semi-circular square, in Fan Yixian's words, gradually calmed down, and finally there was no sound.

Hearing Fan Yixian's words, the tiger suddenly grinned, and then said: "And if you don't participate in this duel, I'm afraid your family will become a tool for them to threaten you, I guess right?"

Fan Yixian listened to the words of the tiger, without saying a word, as if he was tacitly acquiescing to the inference of the tiger.

On the edge of the fighting platform, Tian Zelou's ruling face was extremely ugly. He had been eager to try many times, trying to prevent this duel from continuing.

But in the end he didn't do anything, because once the Tianzelou matchup started, it could only end if it was decided whether to win or die.

Otherwise, even the original poster of Tianzelou will not have the power to stop an ongoing duel.

At this moment, the violent tiger's voice resounded like a demon again: "Since you have chosen to participate in this duel for your family and relatives, you should already think of your own ending, which can only be killed by me. ."

"In that case, why do you want to tell the story again?"

"After you say all this, even if I don't kill you, you and your family will no longer be able to get the shelter of Tian Ze Lou, and will even be made things difficult by Tian Ze Lou, right?"

Hearing the words of the tiger, he turned his pale face, and suddenly a sickly twisted smile appeared: "Because I suddenly found something."

"Because I suddenly discovered that in this world, only my own life and death is the most important thing, the one thing that cannot be given up or ignored."

When the tiger heard this, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Is your family important?"

"I am the most talented and potential person in my family, Zhang Heng. Only with me can my family exist. Without me, my so-called family will no longer exist. I am the family, and the family is me!"

A touch of arrogance suddenly appeared on Fan Yixian's face, but when he stared at the fierce tiger on the opposite side, the pride and conceit in his eyes instantly disappeared like snowflakes that met the sun.

"Where's your wife? Don't you want it? How about a couple hundred days of grace a day?" The Tiger looked at Fan Yixian in front of him with interest.

"My wife is like clothes. Without him, with my talent and potential, I can find ten and one hundred better ones."

Fan Yixian replied without hesitation, one and two ugly twists.

"What about your son? What if your son is killed by Tian Zelou because of you?"

"If I'm gone, I don't know who he will recognize as a cheap old man in the future. He is dead. As long as I'm alive, I can still give birth to many, many younger brothers and sisters for him, as long as I want."

Having said this, Fan Yixian raised his head flatly and looked at the expressionless face of the tiger: "As long as you promise not to kill me."