In the dimly lit and spacious secret room, more than 100 men, women, and children were armed with weapons and distributed in all directions.

In the center of the room was a young man in a blood-stained white robe, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

There was still undried blood on his face.

His face was extremely handsome, but his face was expressionless, and his eyes were as calm as water, but there was a hint of disappointment in the depths.

The two long swords in his hands were dripping blood, but there were no bodies in the field, and no one had obvious scars.

This is not the blood of the people in the field.

He had killed three hundred and thirteen guards just now, and he was only one step away from being able to escape from here with the Great Trans-Star Teleportation Array.

Just one step away!

It's a pity that the space was forcibly blocked by the sky-curtain level powerhouse who came in a hurry,

Bright meeting room.

"How did Number One break free from the seal?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know? Did you know that he almost escaped with the help of the Interspace Teleportation Array?! He's going to use the out-of-order teleportation, and once he enters the Void Turbulence, do you know the consequences?!"

"We've raised the Seal of One by two levels, and we're working hard to find out why it broke through the seal."

"Humph! I will report this matter truthfully, and your punishment will be decided by the above! ”

"Besides, such a mistake does not allow for a next time!"

"Yes!"

"Remember, even if everyone here is dead, he won't allow the slightest mistake!"

In the secret room, the young man who was surrounded suddenly sighed.

Although I had long expected this possibility, it was inevitable that there would be some disappointment after ten years of preparation.

When will this be the next opportunity?

The moment he moved, hundreds of people around him hurriedly retreated.

"Are you scared?" Number One swept around flatly.

No one responded to him, and everyone's hands clutched their weapons tightly, as if that would give them some security.

"Aren't you going to go together?" One's voice echoed in the field.

"Great, everyone, go up together, kill him first, if you don't kill him, we all have to die here!"

A middle-aged man with a dark face clenched the light knife in his hand and said loudly.

He looked as if he was about to rush towards the blade, but he suddenly stopped.

There was no one around him, and no idiot was charged.

He silently retracted his feet.

The scene was at a stalemate.

After about half an hour, a deep voice rang out in the chamber.

"The rules are changed as follows: Number One dies, the battle ends."

Number One calmly looked at the excited poor worm in the field, he knew that everyone here would die, but he wouldn't.

Because there is a force within him that will save his life at the most critical time.

However, once he uses it, there will be a punishment that is worse than death waiting for him.

"Are you ready?" No. 1 did not carry the voice of good emotions into everyone's ears.

He's pretty much adjusted.

Both hands clenched the sword, fighting posture.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Out of nowhere, he let out a roar.

"Kill him!"

This time, someone really rushed up!

One's eyes turned red in an instant, and the strange rose red made the hairs of the woman with the long sword marks on her face stand on end in front of her first.

But there was no way back, and they ran into the most terrible devil in this hell, One.

Listen to some "old men" who have survived many games, this is a terrifying existence who has survived ninety-seven games!

Her sword was vibrated open by a powerful force, and a cold light came into view.

No. 1 cleanly pierced the long sword through his throat, using the sword as a force point, and the woman who had not yet lost her breath was dragged towards the sword from all directions.

Its flesh splattered, and Number One used the splattered flesh and woman's shattered corpse as a cover, and cut off the legs of eight people in an instant.

"Ah!!h

"Ahhh!!h

The screams and the struggle to swing weapons indiscriminately threw the scene into chaos for a while.

There was indifference in No. 1's blood-red eyes.

He kicked the brawny man in the head with a broken foot.

It flew upside down, knocking out the crowd that rushed up from behind.

Breakthrough!

No. 1 swung his sword with his backhand, and as soon as he raised his broadsword, the big man who was about to cut it down was directly sealed, and at the same time, the blade quickly headed towards the exit that was opened.

For a short while, the sword light was accompanied by blood splashes.

No. 1, who was about to pull the sword out of an old man's heart, suddenly pierced the sword, and exchanged positions with the old man with the sword body as a pivot.

A burst of axe broke the old man's waist!

Vertical sword!

The sound of metal crashing.

The tremendous force knocked One out of the way.

Behind him flying upside down, three swords in the cold light stabbed at his vital point in unison......

No. 1 seemed to have expected it, and forcibly twisted his body in the air, and the upper body of the old man was thrown out by him!

Blood spilled in the sky, and the corpses met the three people who attacked.

Number One didn't have time to pay attention to them, and the enemies on both sides were spilled on their faces by this sudden hot blood, and their vision was blurred for a while, this was a rare opportunity!

An axe flew out, and the heads of the three people on the right were directly scooped open.

No. 1 landed, and with a few rolls of his remaining strength, he came to the front of the three people who were disrupted by the upper body of the old man, and killed the three of them with three cold mangs, and killed the three at the cost of an extra bone wound on their faces.

Don't care about the wound.

He had already highlighted the central encirclement, and the next step was to use the open terrain to wander around, so as to completely disperse the remaining seventy or so people!

In another vast and open space, all men and women in uniform, no matter what kind of cultivation, sat upright and watched the huge projection screen in the air with the most serious and focused eyes.

In the picture, a young man has just killed five of the seven people who surrounded him at the cost of three swords in his body, and rushed out of the encirclement again.

There were thirty-six living people in the field.

No. 1 had already been hit by twenty-seven swords and four swords, and if it weren't for his special method of sealing the wound and slowing down the flow of blood, he would have died long ago.

The dimly lit chamber was already littered with corpses, and blood had completely whitewashed the ground.

Several of the remaining people had begun to tremble in their calves.

How could there be such a terrible person?!

Is this the number one who can get out alive in 97 battles of 100 people?

It is worthy of those "old people" who have survived a few or more than a dozen games, and they will pray not to encounter the 'demons' every time they start to put them in.

How is it possible to win in the face of such a terrifying killing machine?!

He, doesn't he feel pain?

"Let's go together, or we'll all die!"

A middle-aged man's eyes were already red, and he rushed out first with a roar.

The rest of the people only hesitated for a moment before rushing forward!

The battle continues.

By the time he stabbed the sword into the heart of the last man, No. 1's white robe had already been dyed blood-colored red, his own blood, and the blood of corpses all over the field.

His left hand was gone, and there were nearly 100 wounds on his body, large and small.

No. 1 stood up with difficulty, calmly looked at the nearly 100 corpses in the field, and said lightly: "Rest in peace." ”

He knew they would not rest.

"Treat me immediately, I won't be able to seal the wound." One's voice without the slightest emotion resounded in the hellish chamber.

"Treat him."

"Yes!"