"Now, get down, you, still, have a little face." Baili Han didn't look at E Shulan, and said in a cold voice. There was unconcealed disgust and disdain in his tone.

In the audience, everyone was stunned by Baili Han's words. This sentence is not just contempt, it is simply humiliation, complete humiliation.

Putting aside the difference in strength between the two sides, E Shulan is also the identity of the god's servant, but she was ruthlessly humiliated by Baili Han. I remember that in the previous game, Baili Han never even said a word, and he was calm and calm. What's going on today?

Sensitive people immediately realized that Baili Han either had a holiday with the temple or with Eshulan himself, anyway, no matter which one it was, today's game was destined not to be dull.

E Shulan was also stunned, and then her fair face turned red, obviously burning with anger in her heart. Of course she also heard it, Baili Han made it clear that she couldn't get along with herself, thinking of this, she really had the urge to quit the game, and the strength of the Heavenly Thunder Quenching Body was by no means something she could compete with. However, if the goddess does not even have the courage to fight, the reputation of the temple will be greatly damaged.

After hesitating for a moment, E Shulan still stayed. Even if he loses, it's a big deal, anyway, his strength is already a little worse, as long as he keeps the reputation of the temple, he will be punished.

Now she still doesn't know what to do, and it wasn't long before she deeply regretted her decision. There are many kinds of defeat, and some are more humiliating than defeat without a fight.

The brass bell rings and the game begins.

E Shulan slowly pulled out the Zimu Sword, recited the ancient scriptures, and the eight-layer battle qi was quickly condensed to the extreme, and in the face of Baili Han, whose strength was far stronger than herself, she used her strongest strength as soon as she came up.

Eshulan's only thought now is to end this game with grace as much as possible, even if he loses, he must show the majesty of the temple. But she didn't think about it, would the other party give her this opportunity?

The long sword emitted the light and momentum of the eight-layer battle qi, and everyone in the audience held their breath and stared at the two of them intently, for fear of missing any detail.

Baili Han looked calm, step by step, and slowly approached Eshulan. Every step is given to Eshulan's incomparable pressure. The pace was like a thousand pounds, stepping heavily on her heart. And Baili Han never drew his sword. Such a move is even more humiliating to Eshulan. She doesn't deserve his sword at all!

Facing the strong self-confidence between Baili Han's eyebrows, E Shulan only felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, the sword flew out of the hilt, shrouded in a thick white cold light, and shot towards Baili Han.

There was an exclamation from the audience, remembering that in the last game, she used this sword to shatter the golden silk whip in the hand of Lan Xinyu, who was also an eight-layer battle qi, and at this time, the light on the sword was even richer.

Baili Han's footsteps did not stop, and his hand stretched out lightly, piercing into the white light. In the blink of an eye, the white mang vanished, and the delicate little sword appeared between his fingers, trembling and letting out a mournful tremble.

The little sword that could shatter even the golden silk whip of the eight-layer battle qi was actually caught by him with only two fingers!