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When he looked at Qin Buyi, the other party was also looking at him.

"Moll, what do you have to say now?"

Moore's whole body has become a bloody man, and his breath is rising and falling...

If he was still talking nonsense, Qin Buyi would have to consider whether to beat him to death and see how tough his mouth was.

Moore said: "Haha, it's just a small skill. You can only use this kind of offensive method that is not on the table!"

After these words were spoken, the entire Blood Realm space instantly became silent.

As long as he is not blind, or even a blind person can see how bad he is.

However, Moore continued to speak harshly and talk big words.

Other senior leaders of the Chaos God Clan whispered:

"Master Moir has such a tough mouth. This is the first time I've seen such a tough mouth. He still says he's fine even though he's like this."

"You don't know Lord Moir. Maybe Lord Moir is just pretending to paralyze this strong native."

"Don't tell me, this possibility really exists. As the saying goes, a war never tires of deceit. Perhaps this is the truth. Lord Moore is so wise!"

"Then, Lord Moore's wisdom is beyond what we can imagine? Just wait, he will definitely be able to kill this strong native."

......

Moll was a little embarrassed when he heard the praise he received from his subordinates.

He was indeed speaking harshly because the other party was too difficult to deal with.

If he admits his weakness, it will have a great impact on the next battle, especially Moore's own mentality.

But I didn't expect that I would be praised by my subordinates for my tough words...

This boast is somewhat excessive.

Qin Buyi looked at Moir and said, "It seems that your subordinates still have great confidence in you."

Moore said: "Stop talking nonsense, just use whatever moves you have."

"If that was your strongest move just now, you will definitely die in my hands next time."

Qin Buyi said: "I am the best at fulfilling other people's wishes."

Moore asked in confusion: "What do you mean by this?"

Qin Buyi said: "It means it is as you wish!"

"Killing, destroying luck, intercepting luck, bad luck, luck, luck, killing luck!"

"Roar~!"

A million-foot-sized dragon of luck appeared behind Qin Buyi.

Moore's eyes widened when he saw this dragon of luck.

He is aware of the luck attack, so he naturally understands how powerful it is.

The means of luck in his hand were simply not enough to allow him to face such a powerful luck attack.

"Sir, what kind of heel are you?"

Facing Moore's inquiry, Qin Buyi said: "If you want to know what kind of heel I am, you can think about it after you die."

Under Qin Buyi's control, the Dragon of Luck quickly approached Moir...

Moir bit the bullet and looked at the million-foot-sized Dragon of Luck.

"Water Source Spear Technique·Luck!"

The spear in Moore's hand connected with his own luck, in an attempt to resist the attack of the Dragon of Luck.

"Roar~!"

The dragon of luck bit the spear in Moore's hand.

He felt the power coming from the spear and his own luck attacks being constantly disintegrated.

Mohr was very anxious. He knew very well the importance of luck to a cultivator.

If you are lucky, you will be born; if you are lucky, you will be destroyed.

If luck no longer exists, then it is destined to perish!

What's more, he doesn't have any methods or channels to treat his luck.

So once the ball of luck above his head is torn apart, Moore will face an unprecedented crisis!

The spiritual power in his body was poured into the spear as if it were free, trying to stabilize the Dragon of Luck's attack.

"You must hold still!"

The senior officials of the Chaos God Clan who were watching the battle looked at the Dragon of Luck and Mohr who was struggling to resist, and they all said in panic:

"Can Lord Moore really withstand such a powerful luck attack? I have never found such a luck attack in the classics."

"We have to believe Lord Moore. He must have a way to resist such a fateful attack. But why are Lord Moore's arms shaking?"

"The trembling arms must be because it is difficult to resist such a luck attack. Master Moore is not a saint. I have never seen him use a powerful luck attack in all the years I have been with him."

"What does this mean? It means that Lord Moore does not have the powerful luck attack method we imagined."...

Moore, who was still able to resist the Dragon of Luck's attack tenaciously, heard his subordinate's words.

The spiritual energy in his body suddenly became slightly stuck.

"Roar~!"

The next second the Dragon of Luck seized the opportunity, directly broke through Moir's defense, and instantly tore the ball of luck above his head into pieces.

Then a divine dragon swung its tail and whipped Moll away.

The Dragon of Luck followed closely behind and swallowed Moir, who had just stabilized his body.

More's voice came from the dragon's belly: "Damn it, break it to pieces!"

Streams of water erupted from the belly of the Dragon of Luck.

"Boom~!"

The Dragon of Luck exploded to pieces under Moll's angry attack.

Qin Buyi's expression didn't change much when he saw this scene.

The Dragon of Luck has successfully completed its mission, and its most important purpose is to tear apart the ball of luck above Moore's head.

Now that the group of luck has been torn into pieces, the offensive effect of the dragon of luck will naturally be greatly reduced.

Moir looked at Qin Buyi and said with a voice full of resentment: "You damn native, you actually tore my destiny ball into pieces! Damn it! Damn it!"

Qin Buyi said: "Isn't this what you asked for? Why are you angry now that the group of destiny has been torn apart by your trivial tricks?"

Moore took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his inner rage.

He had indeed said this before, but who could have imagined that Qin Buyi's strength could slap him in the face like this.

When he thought about his destiny being completely torn apart, Moll couldn't control his mental rage.

"I want you dead! I want you dead!"

Qin Buyi said in a neither salty nor cold voice: "You want me to die? You are the one who will die in the end!"

The senior officials of the Chaos God Clan who were watching the battle in the Blood Realm space had their eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Lord Moore's destiny group has been torn to pieces. This time he is in trouble...can he still win?"

"The importance of the Luck Group to a living being can be imagined. Even if Lord Moore can win this victory, he will not escape the result of his death in the end."

"Then we have to win this victory first. Our destiny has not been torn to pieces yet. We still have hope of survival."

"I guess Lord Moore will have to fight hard next. After all, the group of luck has been torn to pieces, and there is no chance of survival at all."...

These words from the top leaders of the Chaos God Clan were like knives stabbing into Moir's heart.

Especially hearing that their focus is on whether they can win and let them survive.

Instead of caring about himself, Moll's anger reached its peak.