Before he appeared, the audience around him began to shout the name of Thunder, Wang Tianyu couldn't help frowning, and secretly said in his heart that this Thunder was not a little famous in this arena.

As an "opponent" who has fought countless times with Han Ling, Wang Tianyu naturally knows that Han Ling is powerful, so he doesn't think Han Ling will lose at this moment, but thinking that this guy is beating himself and Cheng Ye almost every day, he can't help but hope that this guy named "Thunder" can cause some trouble to Han Ling.

After all, if this guy can easily defeat him along with the realm demon protector or a well-known master in the arena, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for me to have the courage to challenge him in a short period of time, right?

Oriyu was also a little worried, although half a year's life made her know that the seemingly indifferent Han Ling had a very good temper, and was polite, elegant and easy-going, which was simply a model of a gentleman, but on the day of the first meeting, the murderous aura that seemed to be like a knife still surrounded Han Ling like a blade, and it couldn't help but make people shudder.

To be honest, she was actually more worried about the safety of that "thunder".

As the audience's cries gradually formed a wave, Thunder finally slowly stepped onto the field, it was a big man who was probably 1.95 meters tall, full of muscles, his eyes flashed with blue-purple lightning, and his short dark blue hair stood on end, which seemed to have explosive destructive power.

The female referee who looked young and beautiful, but was actually quite hot and spicy, watched the players on both sides come on the court, and looked at Han Ling's eyes that seemed to be mixed with a bit of sympathy, but she did not hesitate in the slightest, and after the two sides saluted, she waved her hand high:

"Game on!"

As the referee gave the call, a dazzling blue light suddenly lit up, and a blue-purple thunderbolt burst out, and the hideous dragon swam around the strong man's body, boom, and a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the arena, deafening.

Completely different from the dazzling majesty of the strong man, at the other end of the arena, almost in the blink of an eye, almost a quarter of the field was already covered in black fog, and Han Ling was completely hidden in the thick fog, and I am afraid that only a few demon protectors could see where he was hiding.

Thunder is not in a hurry, of course, no matter how anxious he is, it is meaningless, at this moment, under the shroud of black fog, Thunder can't see Han Ling's position at all, and it is meaningless to make a move, but it is wasteful, and it may even reveal flaws to give the enemy a chance to take advantage of.

Han Ling was also in no hurry, he was waiting for his fog to slowly spread to envelop the entire field, and at that time, the entire arena would be Han Ling's home field, and at that time, the opponent would no longer be able to find himself.

In that case, unless this guy with the title of "Thunder" can really use the thunder to dispel the black fog, he will have to accept his endless sneak attacks and be slowly consumed to death.

If the other party is really a battle-hardened demon master, how could he not figure out the joints and let himself spread the black mist?

Unless......

Han Ling's heart was suddenly shocked, and at the same time, Zhao Qianyu's eyebrows in the audience were locked tighter and tighter, the quietly burning flame on his index finger began to sway, and his left hand clenched his fist so that his bone joints began to turn white, and he couldn't help but whisper something.

The field is not big or small, the diameter is about twenty meters, the black fog does not spread quickly, but it does not take long to cover the field, and even Tianxun, who has never experienced the battle between demon hunters, can guess that when the black fog completely covers the field, it is the time when the "Thunder" is defeated.

Except for Zhao Qianyu, everyone's faces couldn't help but show a relaxed look.

"This guy is very calm. Cheng Ye pinched his chin, and the indifference of his opponent made him feel a little uneasy, his beastly instinct reminded him that something was wrong in the field, but he couldn't guess what would go wrong.

"Can't you see it, idiot!" Zhao Qianyu looked at something strange in the black fog, and slammed down his thigh, but he couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Although it was also pitch black, the black was not a mist, but a dark cloud.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

The silvery light flickered, and darkness returned to the field in the blink of an eye.

However, then, a sound like the sky cracking and the earth cracked again, and I saw a dazzling flash of light pass by, and a lightning bolt fell from the sky like a hideous silver dragon, instantly illuminating the entire black mist.

It also illuminates Han Ling's hiding place.

Almost at the same time, the thunder that was walking around the body converged on the right arm of the demon protector named "Thunder", and the "Thunder" silently stretched out his hand, and the lightning condensed into a blue wolf in mid-air, and pounced viciously towards Han Ling, and the hair made of lightning shot out like a small snake from time to time, and the ring was full of fine scorched black marks.

"Uh...... This guy ......" Wang Tianyu was silent for a moment, looked at the muscles of the man on the field, and then looked down at Zhao Qianyu's slightly drooping abdomen beside him, "Could it be...... Department of Intelligence?"

There was not much time for Han Ling to think on the field, and almost instantly, six thunderbolts fell from the sky, arriving almost at the same time as the thunder wolf, dispelling all the shadows of the black mist.

Do you want to dodge?

The cage of six thunderbolts sealed almost any possible path of evasion, and the only way out was to face the fangs and claws of the Thunder Wolf, and even with Han Ling's swiftness and strength, he was unwilling to confront the Thunder Wolf head-on.

The eagle grabbed Wang Tianyu's sleeve nervously, Tianxun clenched his hands, Cheng Ye looked thoughtful, but Zhao Qianyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, it's just a little bit." ”

Everyone looked at Zhao Qianyu in confusion, Zhao Qianyu shrugged with an innocent expression and said, "Please, you don't have to worry about him for this little thing, right?"

"I thought the other party would be a master, but I didn't expect this guy to be just a little resourceful. ”

This is a preconceived mistake, who told you that the intelligence of the demon protector can't be the devil's muscular man?

But this is a mistake that Zhao Qianyu will make.

It's not a mistake that Han Ling, who has traveled countless times between life and death, would make.

What is Death?

The end of life is death, the death of all things is death, the extinction of the existence of things is death, and the end of everything can also be called death.

Everything has a beginning and must have an end, and under this causal relationship, everything must have its time to end and be destroyed.

Nothing lasts forever, and as long as it has a beginning, there must be an end.

That's what is called, "death."

This is the Ghost Shadow's teaching about "death", this is the deepest experience of Han Ling from Freya's memory of ten years, the skull-headed ghost scythe condensed in his right hand, and he has seen the "flaws" of those thunder and lightning in his eyes.

and, "Death".

Just like what he had done in the memory world in the past six months, he waved the ghost sickle in his hand very casually, and the ghost sickle circled around his body and then went up from the bottom up, but the movement seemed to be natural.

The head of the thunder wolf was easily cut off in this way, and the body was shattered and shattered, reducing it to a series of lightning scattered like small snakes, and the pitch-black mist that filled the entire field instantly condensed into a mass to envelop the thunderclouds, and also directly swallowed the thunder that roared and split.

If "Thunder" chooses to condense the falling thunder into one strand, it may also pose a threat to Han Ling, but in order to seal Han Ling's position, he divides the falling thunder into six strands, so that even if he is one star higher than Han Ling in terms of realm alone, even if he is an intellectual demon master with extraordinary skill power?

How could Han Ling be an ordinary agility demon reaver?

Gorgeous is not powerful, gorgeous is not powerful, and dazzling is naturally not powerful.

Only concentration is truly powerful.

How could such an attack that seemed gorgeous, but in fact spread his power too much, threaten Han Ling?

Almost in the next second, Han Ling had already appeared in front of the thunder, and the ghost scythe slashed down, but it seemed to be indestructible and unstoppable.

"This Ye Ling, is it really a four-star commander?" Thunder was a little confused, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and at the same time as Han Ling's ghost scythe slashed, he had already built Thunder into a crackling dark purple shield in front of him.

Although this shield only stopped Han Ling for a moment, it was enough.

An extremely dazzling light burst out on the thunder body, and the next moment, the thunder and lightning that were still coiling around him stretched and amplified at the same time, turning into countless thunderbolt arrows and bursting out, and those thunder and lightning arrows were like countless hideous little snakes with teeth and claws, winding and twisting towards Han Ling.

Han Ling's body turned, and from his sleeves flew out countless daggers that condensed the power of death, and those daggers stabbed the "flaws" of the thunder arrows in strange arcs, causing them to disappear.

The secret technique of the ghost shadow, the whirlwind of swords.

However, even if the sword whirlwind scattered dozens of arrows, there were still nearly a hundred thunderbolts bursting towards Han Ling, and without the blessing of the sword whirlwind, the ordinary dagger of death could not completely disperse the thunder arrows, not only because of the lack of quantity, but also because the power could not be compared at all.

Unable to do so, Han Ling retreated again.

However, this time, Han Ling almost did not pay any price, and unlike Han Ling, who was calm and relaxed, Thunder was already sweating and pale at this time, and it seemed that he had a sign that he was about to lose his strength.

Compared with the consumption and damage caused by the protective thunder and lightning being forced to be completely released, the thundercloud was swallowed by the black mist, and the psychological pressure caused by the thunder wolf being casually split by the opponent may be more serious, the corner of the strong man's lips overflowed with a bloodshot, and the blue thunder and lightning were released from his hand, gradually condensing into a blue dragon.

And at the moment when the thunder dragon was about to take shape, the thunder slammed into his chest, that is, as an intellectual-based demon master, he could not be compared to a power-based demon master in terms of physical fitness or strength, but just by looking at the muscles of his body, you could guess what kind of powerful strength he had.

This blow made his face pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and under the nourishment of the blood, the thunder dragon seemed to grow a few points.

Even so, this little dragon is not long, only about one meter, but even from a distance in the audience, everyone in the stars can clearly feel the explosive destructive power it contains.

With a little thunder finger, this domineering thunder dragon flew towards Han Ling with its teeth and claws.

Whether it is the referee, Han Ling, or everyone in the audience, as long as there is a little judgment, it can be seen that this is the final blow of the thunder burning everything.

If this blow can't be won, then, the thunder consumed too much by the demon soul will not be able to continue to attack, and it can only be slaughtered by the opponent at will.

"Alas. ”

Han Ling sighed lightly, his gaze gradually changed from cold to blank, as if he could no longer see everything in front of him, let alone the roaring thunder dragon.

He has always respected any of his opponents, especially when he struggles to fight back against the final blow when he knows he is doomed.

So no one knows when he put away the scythe.

It's like no one saw when his scythe swung flat in his chest.

It seemed that faintly, a bell rang softly.

The seventh arena suddenly darkened for a moment, but it was as if nothing had happened.

In the next moment, a black light streaked across the ring.

And with the light passing by, even the protective array on the edge of the ring appeared a clearly visible crack, and the countless runes on the ground quickly flickered and extinguished, and in the end, although there was still a flash of brilliance, it also became extremely dim.

And the Brontonn, which seemed to be enough to destroy everything in front of him, had long since vanished.

Thunder looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

Zhao Qianyu sat in the audience and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

That was Han Ling's real lore secret technique.

Demon Slayer Netherslash.