There was a sudden silence.

There were no cheers, no shouts, no roars like the ones that had been before.

Because, that is the worst blasphemy of this wonderful show in front of us.

Two three-star commanders, two five-star commanders, even if one of them is an auxiliary demon protector who does not have too strong combat ability, even if the opponent is an agile system that is fast and difficult to capture, it should be effortless to take down a guy who has just broken through to a four-star commander.

But on the contrary, the three power-based demon masters seemed to be completely unable to capture Han Ling's figure, but Han Ling almost broke through to the side of the woman called "soul" several times, which made people sweat for this auxiliary demon master.

If you look at it this way, it seems that even Han Ling has the upper hand.

Is Hanling fast?

No, his every move is definitely not fast, and it can even be said to be a little slow.

But it's natural, and it seems to be flawless.

Freya is the master of the Ghost Shadow, and Han Ling has spent ten years as her, which is a decade when Han Ling himself can hardly distinguish between fantasy and reality, and in the practice with Wang Tianyu and Cheng Ye, he abandons the combat experience and habits he has accumulated, and wholeheartedly tries to practice the martial arts he inherited from Freya's practice.

Because of this, Freya's experience and experience have been turned into his strength.

To Freya, the trio's martial arts were as crude as a child wielding a toy compared to the deadly moves of the ghost's companions.

Stepping on the sword surface of the giant sword that swept over, the dagger of the power of death turned into a whirlwind of knives and scattered out, and naturally turned over to dodge another vertical sword, and the power of death condensed into the long sword and pointed at the hammer head of the mace swinging from the bottom up, and stepped on the handle of the mace, and stabbed the eye of "Chaos" with a sword.

His figure was a little blurry, and it seemed that he couldn't see clearly no matter what.

Is that a skill? Maybe.

Is that the body? Maybe.

Is that person still Han Ling?

Or is it Freya, actually?

Who knows?

The four people of "Chaos Death" became more and more anxious, and some things were not in a hurry, on the contrary, because of their anxiety, they made more mistakes, and Han Ling was more comfortable - if it wasn't for the help of his teammates, I am afraid that the ghost sickle would directly cut his "dead" left shoulder, and if one of the several people besieging Han Ling was injured and lost combat power, the subsequent battle would probably only become more difficult.

It's a pity that the round, flowing white black shield suddenly wrapped around the body of the "dead", blocking the slashing ghost scythe, but that blow destroyed the shield in an instant, and the pitch-black round shield that surrounded the whole body suddenly burst into countless diamond-shaped fragments, and shot out in all directions.

Han Ling's figure was still blurred, but a few drops of blood were faintly dripping.

Just as the ripples on the water gradually calmed down, the reflection in the water finally became a little clearer.

It seems that having the upper hand is not an advantage after all.

Even with Freya's experience and experience, because the opponent's demon protector has a strong rescue ability, until now, Han Ling has not been able to cause any damage to the opponent, and it is becoming more and more difficult to deal with the opponent's continuous attacks.

Relax your body, just like Freya did.

As long as you swing your weapon calmly, you can dodge attacks with ease.

Of course, ordinary viewers can't see who is superior or inferior on both sides, nor can they see what the battle situation is on the field, so in the eyes of the audience, all you can see is that Han Ling is not defeated by one enemy and four enemies, which proves that his strength has far surpassed his opponent.

These spectators weren't die-hard fans of that team, they were just looking forward to seeing a game that was extraordinarily exciting, and at best extraordinarily bloody, so their cheers naturally belonged to the strong as well.

I don't know who was the first to call out the name of "Han Ling" in a very faint voice, but the voice began to accumulate gradually, gradually forming a whistling wave.

Finally, "Chaos" condensed into a chaotic arrow again, and the arrow locked onto Han Ling's body in the twist and confusion, this blow was still unavoidable, Han Ling had to cross the ghost scythe to block, but the strong impact made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, his body finally came to a standstill, and then the twisted and spinning portal lit up in front of Chaos and Han Ling at the same time, and in the next moment, Han Ling was pulled in front of his opponent again.

This time, Han Ling, who was still bound by the power of chaos, finally couldn't dodge anymore, and the "chaos" smashed down with a hammer, the speed of this blow was too fast and too powerful, Han Ling only had time to deflect his body slightly before he was hit, and the shoulder armor of the left arm temporarily constructed by the power of death only blocked the terrifying-looking mace for less than half a second.

With a crisp sound, Han Ling couldn't support his body for a while, his left knee slammed into the ground, and he fell to the ground like this, his shoulder was already bloody and fleshy, and he didn't know if his bones had been shattered like this.

"Now, step down. Chaos's voice was unexpectedly soft, and his threat sounded less oppressive and even inexplicably endearing in this soft voice.

But what threatens the opponent is not how majestic the voice is, but how terrifying the weapon in his hand is, at this moment, his mace hammer head is still on Han Ling's shoulder, and it seems that it will be smashed down again in the next moment, which is particularly terrifying.

Han Ling raised his head, his smiling face was inexplicably terrifying, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

The "Chaos" instinct realized that something was wrong, and immediately retreated when the stick was withdrawn, so that Han Ling's shoulder, which had already been punched out of the hole and shattered the bones, was torn off even the skin and flesh, and the wound was extremely bloody and terrifying.

But Han Ling was still smiling.

How could he not have imagined that the opponent would have such an almost brainless combo as one arrow and one pull.

Because the simplest combos are often the most practical.

He knew that his opponent only had the Chaos Arrow skill to restrain him.

He was waiting for this moment.

The specific principle of the opponent's involvement in front of him Han Ling was not clear and did not need to be clear, he just needed to understand the effect of this strange skill - this skill could pull two people in the middle of them, and that's it.

It seemed to be just his simple solo dance just now, but in fact, under his leadership, the opponent's formation has been shattered.

Now that "death" and "death" are quite far from themselves, how can "Chaos", which has no skills, stop me?

Why did he stop me?

He's just like his name.

The heart is as cold as ice, and the body is as hard as Ling.

Not just indifference to the lives of others, but also to oneself.

From the moment he deceived Zhao Qianyu into making such a battle plan, he had already made his own decision.

He counts not only with his companions and opponents, but also with himself.

If he could win, he wasn't afraid to risk his life as part of the gambling chips.

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune, this time the gamble was that he won.

Han Ling's speed had not been fast before, or it seemed to be slow but fast, but this did not mean that as an agile demon master, he could not increase his speed to the limit in an instant, and he shook through the "chaos" in a flash, and then the next moment he was already in front of the "soul".

"Death" and "death" finally couldn't bear it anymore, because Han Ling's figure was erratic and difficult to find, the skeleton ghost fire that could not be used in order to avoid accidental injury smashed into Han Ling's back, and at the same time, between Han Ling and the "soul", the black shield appeared again.

This time, the shield even seemed to swallow up all the light around it.

Han Ling didn't care about those, whether it was the skeleton wailing behind his back or the black shield with white light flowing in front of him, he just looked at the "soul", indifferent as a messenger of the netherworld, coming to harvest the lost lives.

The woman's emerald green pupils were like glass, but her beauty was ruined by anxiety and fear, and a look of panic and fear finally flashed on her charming face.

Han Ling suddenly felt a little pity, and the sickle in his right hand condensed and formed.

The whole arena seemed to be darkened for a moment, and then it was as if nothing had happened.

The black light flashed, and in an instant, whether it was a dark shield or a ghost fire, everything vanished.

Demon Slayer Netherslash.

The scythe rested on the neck of the "soul", Han Ling's smile and the bloody shoulders turned out were particularly terrifying in the eyes of others, at least in her eyes, she didn't dare to move, so she was hit hard in the lower abdomen, and at the moment when she couldn't help but lean over, her left fist had already hit her temple.

She had passed out before she fell off the stage.

Han Ling took a deep breath, reflexively threw out a few daggers of death, and went off the stage directly with a spin.

He touched his chest, almost subconsciously said, "Why is the concubine's chest so flat", and then laughed out loud while being afraid for a while, so he fell next to the unconscious "soul" and spread his body out.

He began to worry a little about the day when he would no longer be himself.

It's Freya.

He was so tired, the last knife had exhausted all his demon souls, and there was a stabbing pain in his shoulder, listening to the tsunami from the mountains on the side of the arena, as if the whole world was slowly moving away.

"Chaos" looked at Han Ling in the audience, the anger in his eyes couldn't be hidden and didn't need to be hidden, he was very angry, he should be angry, this kid played the four of himself alone, not to mention taking away his most important auxiliary system, this is indeed a very shameful thing.

Boom. A voice came from behind him, and the "dark" and "shadow" were thrown over like rags, covered in charred black, and wrapped in a crackling power grid.

didn't see the "soul" stay on the field, and everyone in the stars couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But on this field, Han Ling is also gone.

It's worrying.

At this moment, Zhao Qianyu looked at the blood on the "Chaos" mace, and suddenly laughed.

"Very good, good, he's done what he's supposed to do. ”

"Now, it's up to us to do the rest. ”