redvbooks #1883 - Moore was slapped in the face
#1883 - Moore was slapped in the face
He looked at Qin Yi, who was also looking at him.
“Moir, what do you have to say now?”
Moir's entire body was covered in blood, and his aura was fluctuating...
If he continued to boast, then Qin Yi would have to consider whether to beat him to death and see how hard his mouth really was.
Moir said, "Hehe, just a trivial skill, this kind of attack that can't be put on the table is all you can use!"
After these words were spoken, the entire Blood Realm space instantly fell silent.
His state, as long as you weren't blind, or even if you were blind, you could see how bad it was.
However, Moir was still being stubborn, talking big.
Other Chaos God Race executives whispered:
“Lord Moir's mouth is really hard, this is the first time I've seen such a hard mouth, he's like this and still says he's fine.”
“You don't understand Lord Moir, maybe Lord Moir is just pretending, just to paralyze this native powerhouse.”
“You know what, there really is this possibility, as the saying goes, all warfare is deception, maybe that's the reason, Lord Moir is wise!”
“That's right, how can we imagine Lord Moir's wisdom? Just wait, he will definitely be able to kill this native powerhouse.”
......
Hearing his subordinates' praise, Moir felt a little embarrassed.
He was indeed being stubborn, because the other party was too difficult to deal with.
If he admitted his weakness, it would have a great impact on the next battle, especially Moir's own mentality.
But he didn't expect that his stubbornness could still gain his subordinates' praise...
This praise was a bit too much.
Qin Yi looked at Moir and said, "It seems that your subordinates have a lot of confidence in you."
Moir said, "Enough nonsense, just use whatever moves you have."
“If that was your strongest move just now, then you will definitely die in my hands next.”
Qin Yi said, "I am best at and like the most to fulfill other people's wishes."
Moir asked puzzledly, "What do you mean by this?"
Qin Yi said, "The meaning is as you wish!"
“Killing Life·Extinguishing Luck·Intercepting Luck·Misfortune·Luck·Luck Generation·Killing Luck!”
“Roar~!”
A luck dragon of a million feet in size appeared behind Qin Yi.
Moir's eyes went straight when he saw this luck dragon.
He knew about luck attacks and naturally understood how powerful they were.
The luck methods in his hands were not enough for him to face such a powerful luck attack.
“Your Excellency, what is your background?”
Facing Moir's question, Qin Yi said, "If you want to know what my background is, go and think about it slowly after death."
Under Qin Yi's control, the luck dragon quickly approached Moir...
Moir bit the bullet and looked at the million-foot-sized luck dragon.
“Source Water Spear Technique·Luck!”
The spear in Moir's hand connected to his own luck, attempting to resist the luck dragon's attack.
“Roar~!”
The luck dragon bit the spear in Moir's hand.
Feeling the force coming from the spear and his own luck attack constantly being disintegrated.
Moir was anxious, he understood very well the importance of luck to a cultivator.
Luck prospers, then one lives, luck extinguished, then one dies.
If luck no longer exists, then one is destined to fall!
Moreover, he himself did not have the method and channel to heal luck.
So once the luck cluster above his head was torn apart, what Moir had to face was an unprecedented crisis!
The spiritual power in his body poured into the spear like it was free, trying to stabilize the luck dragon's attack.
“Must stabilize!”
The Chaos God Race executives watching the battle looked at the luck dragon and Moir who was fighting hard, and their expressions were panicked:
“Can Lord Moir really resist such a powerful luck attack? I haven't found this level of luck attack in the classics.”
“We must believe in Lord Moir, he will definitely have a way to resist this kind of luck attack, but why is Lord Moir's arm shaking?”
“The arm shaking must be because it is very difficult to resist such a luck attack, Lord Moir is not a saint, and I have never seen him use a powerful luck attack in so many years of getting along with him.”
“What does this mean? It means that Lord Moir doesn't have the powerful luck attack method we imagined in his hands.”...
Moir, who was still able to stubbornly resist the luck dragon's attack, heard these words from his subordinates.
The spiritual power in his body suddenly stuck slightly.
“Roar~!”
The next second, the luck dragon seized the opportunity, directly broke Moir's defense, and instantly tore apart the luck cluster above his head.
Then, with a flick of its tail, it sent Moir flying.
The luck dragon followed closely behind and swallowed Moir, who had just stabilized his body.
Moir's voice came from inside the dragon's belly: "Damn guy, break for me!"
Streams of water erupted from the luck dragon's belly.
“Boom~!”
Under Moir's angry attack, the luck dragon directly exploded.
Qin Yi's expression did not change when he saw this scene.
The luck dragon had perfectly completed its mission, its most important purpose was to tear apart the luck cluster above Moir's head.
Now that the luck cluster had been torn apart, the attack effect of the luck dragon would naturally be greatly reduced.
Moir looked at Qin Yi and said with resentment, "You damn native, you actually tore apart my luck cluster! Damn it! Damn it!"
Qin Yi said, "Isn't this what you asked for? Why are you angry now that the luck cluster has been torn apart by what you call a trivial skill?"
Moir took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the rage in his heart.
He did say this before, but who would have thought that Qin Yi's strength could slap his face so hard.
At the thought of his luck cluster being completely torn apart, Moir couldn't control the rage in his heart at all.
“I want you to die! I want you to die!”
Qin Yi's voice was indifferent: "Want me to die? In the end, it is you who will die!"
The eyes of the Chaos God Race executives watching the battle in the Blood Realm space widened at this time, looking like they had seen a ghost.
“Lord Moir's luck cluster has been torn apart, this is a big trouble... can he still win?”
“The importance of the luck cluster to a living being is self-evident, even if Lord Moir can win this battle, he will eventually be unable to escape the result of falling.”
“Then we have to win this battle first, our luck clusters have not been torn apart, we still have hope to live.”
“I estimate that Lord Moir will fight desperately next, after all, the luck cluster has been torn apart, there is no probability of surviving at all.”...
The words of these Chaos God Race executives were like knives constantly stabbing into Moir's heart.
Especially when he heard that their focus was on whether he could win and let them live.
Instead of caring about himself, the anger in Moir's heart reached its peak.