Chapter 318 Don't Make Me Kill You!

"not enough."

"Whoever has too many scrolls should not hide them. You only need two scrolls, one black and one white, to clear the level. Too many scrolls are useless."

Looking at the energy that was only slightly enlarged above the void, Ling Zixu shook his head and shouted in a deep voice.

Many sword cultivators hesitated for a moment, and immediately took out the scroll and crushed it.

If it was the beginning, they would definitely be reluctant to take out more scrolls.

Although only two scrolls, one black and one white, are enough to clear the customs.

But many scrolls can be handed over to resist when one loses.

Ordinary opponents just fight for the scrolls, and after getting the scrolls they need, they will naturally leave.

But now, the three-day competition period has passed, and the extra scrolls are indeed of little use.

Besides.

If everyone doesn't take out the scrolls, then the energy is basically not enough.

At that time, no one can pass the customs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, muffled sounds resounded continuously.

In an instant, thirty or forty scrolls had been crushed.

Among them, the four extra scrolls on Tang Fei's body were naturally included.

but.

Unfortunately, after crushing so many scrolls, even half of the exits have not been condensed.

"It seems that it is still a little far away."

Glancing at the sword cultivators around him, Tang Fei shook his head, quite helplessly.

Although there are two or three hundred sword cultivators gathered here, except for some who didn't get all the scrolls, most of the rest only have the guaranteed two scrolls.

Under such circumstances, it is not easy to make up thirty or forty scrolls.

"There are not enough scrolls, those who are weak take the initiative to hand over the scrolls!"

"Don't force me to shoot!"

Ling Zixu's cold and domineering voice immediately resounded in the void.

At this moment, it would be too troublesome to find other sword cultivators everywhere.

Moreover, this gap is not generally large.

If you go to another sword repairer, at least two or three hundred people will be able to gather the remaining energy.

Under such circumstances, it is really better to let the weak sword repairer hand over the scroll quickly.

When many sword cultivators heard the words, their expressions immediately changed.

This is a must-have item they need to clear the customs. If they hand it over, wouldn't it be equivalent to announcing that they have given up the opportunity to clear the customs?

Now is the last day of the assessment.

It is very difficult to get the scroll again in such a short period of time.

after all.

The scrolls in the hands of those weak sword repairers have already been snatched away.

At this time, most of the people who own scrolls are powerful characters.

"No one heard me, did they?"

Ling Zixu's voice was heard again.

No one spoke up.

Even Wu Haotian, he spread his hands helplessly.

If there are not enough scrolls and the exit cannot be condensed, then no one can leave here.

The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle.

This is true no matter where.

"Whoosh!"

In a flash, Ling Zixu appeared in front of one of the sword cultivators as if teleporting.

"You, hand over the scroll on your body!"

Ling Zixu looked directly at the sword repairman, and shouted in a cold voice.

"I……"

The sword cultivator's mouth was trembling, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Don't force me to kill you!"

Ling Zixu's delicate face suddenly sank.

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