Chapter 2665 The probability of killing and being killed!
In the desolate and withered Three Thousand Remnant Realm.
Two figures wielded sword light, one behind the other, like two shooting stars, streaking across the endless dark starry sky.
The former looks middle-aged.
He has a majestic appearance and a majestic complexion. He is dressed in black and has a long beard that reaches his chest. He has an elegant and elegant demeanor. Behind him, there are two long swords, one purple and one green!
The latter is a young man.
There is a rusty iron sword on his back. He looks ordinary and dumbfounded. If you look closely, you can see that he is a bit naive, a bit reckless, and a bit stubborn.
former.
Naturally, he is the poet Mu Xinghe and Mu Da.
the latter……
"Jun Wuwu!!"
Seeing the young man's hand reaching for the iron sword behind his back, Poet Muda's scalp went numb and he held down his hand: "What...what do you want to do again!"
In desperation.
He lost his former elegance and almost cursed!
Jun Wuwan thought for a while and said seriously: "I'm going to give him a sword."
Mu Xinghe: "?"
"I've done the math."
Jun Wuwu's reaction seemed a bit slow. He thought about it again and said seriously: "The probability of killing him with this sword is as high as 20%."
Mu Xinghe: "??"
He almost laughed angrily.
"Why don't you calculate the probability of being killed by him?"
"..."
Originally speaking out of anger, Jun Wuwu took it seriously. After thinking carefully for half a breath, he said slowly: "There is a 40% chance that I will be killed by him."
Mu Xinghe: "???"
"Shouldn't it be 80%?"
"because you are here."
Jun Wuwu glanced at him, his face calm and calm.
Mu Xinghe: "..."
He was a little tired.
I wanted to scold the other person, but I thought that since they met, the other person had such a bad temper, so I didn't bother to care about it, so I dragged him forward and ran forward!
boom!
Boom boom boom!
The two of them were separated for only three breaths, and a violent immortal power with madness came down instantly. As the immortal energy spread, the starry sky was annihilated, and everything turned into nothingness!
In the violent energy.
An eyeball with a radius of 10,000 feet and covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes fell down, chasing the two of them in the direction they were escaping!
Can't say ugly.
I can only say that she is on par with Ghost Sanniang.
The huge eyeballs are filled with small raised bumps the size of fists, and around the eyeballs are countless densely packed pale white tentacles!
Awesome!
It's a part of the former Tianmu Taoist...that big eye!
He had an adventure when he was young.
Fusion of a top evil monster, relying on the evil monster's ability, successfully advanced to immortality. Although the body was broken back then, it was not lost at all, and now it still retains nearly half of its strength.
After the battle at the beginning of the era.
The immortals in the three thousand worlds died and were suppressed and suppressed, but he was the only one who escaped by chance and wandered around in the three thousand remaining worlds.
Now more than half an era has passed.
He was already delirious and crazy, but his habit of holding grudges was still there, and he even tended to get worse!
Who looks at him.
He's going to destroy someone's whole family!
What a coincidence.
Tens of thousands of years ago, Jun Wuwu met him not long after he came to Zhengfantiandi, and then... accidentally took another look at him.
And then.
It was a pursuit that lasted for tens of thousands of years!
…
"This big-eyed thief!"
"It's just like a ghost!"
While Mu Xinghe was pulling Jun Wuwang away, he was paying attention to the movements behind him. He felt tired both mentally and physically!
To this day.
He and Jun Wuwu had both entered the semi-immortal stage, but facing that big eye, their chances of winning were still slim.
"so."
Jun Wuwan thought for a while, then held the iron sword behind him again, and said seriously: "I must give him a sword."
Mu Xinghe almost laughed angrily: "Then what? Beat him to death?"
"The odds are there."
Jun Wuwu thought for a moment and gave a very standard answer: "Two versus one, the advantage is ours."
Mu Xinghe ignored him.
Holding his arm tightly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he felt the poetry in his heart bursting out, and he couldn't hold it back at all.
"The sky is blue and filled with clouds, the ground is vast and the wind is howling!"
"The road ahead is uncertain and there is no destination, and everything in the world is like a chess piece that is difficult to solve!"
"May I have peace and happiness in this life, and don't let my lonely soul come back... eh?"
When poetry flourished.
Suddenly a figure appeared in front of them with his back to them!
original.
Pros and cons, although the world is big.
But he and Jun Wuwang would occasionally meet one or two fellow travelers, but this figure... made Mu Da poet feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before!
The figure paused.
He subconsciously said: "This fellow Taoist..."
The words were not finished.
The figure suddenly turned around. He also looked middle-aged, with a tall figure and a coarse cloth. His eyes were filled with gray energy. Although he just stood there motionless, a fierce aura was pressing towards the two of them!
Astonishingly, he is also half-immortal!
powerful!
Jun Wuwu felt a chill in his heart and his eyes shone.
How can he be so strong! ! !
Mu Xinghe's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that even if he was in the same realm, one on one...he had no chance of winning!
only……
When he saw the person's appearance clearly, most of the tension in his heart disappeared instantly!
"Gu Tian, fellow Taoist?"
He almost didn't recognize it!
In the past, when he went to Xuantian Sword Sect, he had met Gu Tian once, but at that time, his cultivation was far less than now, and he was also on the path of Demon Lord, but now... not only has he been reborn, but he seems to have also embarked on a completely new path!
"Is it you?"
Gu Tian also recognized him, and the fierceness in his eyes was slightly reduced.
While speaking.
His eyes passed over the poet Mu and fell on Jun Wuwang, who was carrying an iron sword and looked a little stupid.
Strong enemy!
With just one glance, he judged the opponent's strength.
"Brother Mu."
Jun Wuwang was also observing Gu Tian, and did not forget to ask: "Do you recognize him?"
"Have you forgotten?"
Mu Xinghe smiled bitterly: "I mentioned to you that the tenth generation sword master of your Xuantian Sword Sect, that amazing little guy... this is his adoptive father!"
Hearing this.
Jun Wuwang's eyes lit up instantly!
"So..."
Boom!
Boom boom!
Before he finished speaking, a violent immortal aura came from far away, pressing in!
Gu Tian looked up.
Just in time to see the extremely ugly eyeball full of attacks approaching!
"Not good!"
Mu Xinghe's face changed slightly: "That big-eyed man is chasing us again! Quick! Wuwang, fellow Daoist Gu Tian, this thief is fierce, let's..."
Boom!
Just as he said this, the gray air in Gu Tian's eyes became stronger, and a gray violent and domineering aura rose up. The aura was different from that of ordinary cultivators, and it was difficult for Jun Wuwang to recognize it for a while. What kind of power is this!
Take a step forward!
Gu Tian was about to meet the big-eyed man!
Mu Xinghe's heart jumped!
"Gu Tian, fellow Daoist, what are you going to do?"
"Kill him!"
"But your cultivation... how sure are you?"
"..."
Gu Tian frowned, glanced at him, and gave him a standard answer.
"Twenty percent."
