Burst!

A shirtless strong man had a bloody light on his chest and fell heavily on the edge of the hell platform, and he reacted extremely quickly and endured the pain to crawl down the stage. The masters of Hell Terrace are all demons who kill people without blinking, and the only way to survive is to step down. The outcome has been decided, and the strong man now just wants to save his life.

However, would his opponent agree? Obviously not, I saw that the man quickly took a big step, and the sword soul stabbed down on the strong man's back. "Ahh

"White No. 37 wins!" the thin middle-aged man announced, and then White No. 37 stepped down and went to the thinned middle-aged man to receive a white sign and two holy orders. Through this duel, Xu Han understood the meaning of black cards and white cards, the strong man who was killed just now was black card No. 49, and the opponent was white card No. 37, and every duel was a black card holder against a white card holder.

"In the next game, black 173 vs. white 58!"

A dark-skinned young man walked up to the thin, middle-aged man, handed over his white card and a holy order, and turned to the hell platform to await his opponent.

"In the next game, black 173 vs. white 58!"

The thin middle-aged man repeated it loudly again, and there was no movement in the audience. Xu Han realized something, took out his black card and looked at it, the black card was engraved with the three numbers 173. Then he strode over, imitated the former, and handed his black card and a holy order to the thin middle-aged man, who glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "Next time, remember your number." "The Hell Terrace doesn't ask for names, only counts. No matter how many Decrees you have, you only need to hand over one Decree to Duel, and if you die, the rest of the Decree will be recovered.

Baizi No. 58 looked at Xu Han, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "I haven't seen you, new here?"

"Hmm. Xu Han replied lightly.

The white character No. 58 smiled even more: "When you meet me, you are dead." ”

Xu Han shook his head secretly, no matter where he was, powerful people were crazy, and there was no one in his eyes. This kind of arrogance, if you win, you are strong, and if you lose, you are arrogant.

Baizi No. 58 released the sword soul, and a soft sword trembled slightly, emitting a cold clear sound. Xu Han's pupils condensed slightly, the soft sword was much more flexible than the long sword, and the opponent's sword path was definitely very flexible.

"Does anyone who comes out have a sword cultivation at the level of the Spirit Realm?" Xu Han held the blood sword and said secretly in his heart. Hell Terrace lives up to its name.

The soft sword trembled, the clear voice trembled wildly, and the cold cold light lingered. Xu Han fine-tuned his body, avoided the sword in various thrilling postures, his steps were slightly wrong, and suddenly, Xu Han's footsteps were certain, and the blood shadow sword light flashed away.

The clear sound of the soft sword suddenly weakened, and Mu Xue's clenched powder fist was slightly loosened, and the white character No. 58's eyes lost concentration and fell to the ground with a bang.

"I have only come for the Holy Order, to spare your life. Xu looked down coldly. A person who has no grudges and no hatred, he will not take people's lives lightly.

"Black No. 173 wins!"

This result caused a sensation, everyone knows the white character No. 58, and the strength is average, but he has also fought a lot in Hell Terrace. Xu Han is just a newcomer, and he can defeat No. 58 in the first battle, and he can win easily. The masters of the Hell Terrace began to pay attention to this young man, hoping to learn more about him, so that when they faced him in the future, they would be able to know the other side.

A strong man from the Earth Spirit Realm sneered: "This kid is a Qi Realm. The surrounding masters heard it and exclaimed: "Qi realm?

Each person can only fight once a day, this is the rule of Hell Terrace, Xu Han left in a hurry with Mu Xue after the battle, and came to sign up again the next day. In the second scene, Xu Han faced the white character No. 41, which was the strong man in the earth spirit realm yesterday.

"It's just a state of temperament, see how I clean him up. The strong man is full of confidence, in his eyes, the white character No. 58 is nothing at all, and Xu Han can win the white character No. 58, which is nothing.

"Don't be killed. Someone around joked.

"I've never been the only one who kills people. The strong man walked onto the stage dismissively.

On the Hell Terrace, the two looked at each other indifferently, and the strong man took the lead in speaking: "Little ghost, yesterday you left a life of the white character No. 58, I can only say that you are not suitable to stay on the Hell Terrace." ”

"To kill or not to kill, it's up to me, it's not about you. Xu Han replied lightly. He only came for the Holy Order, and he had no sense of the Hell Terrace.

"You're crazy. The strong man looked at Xu Han unpleasantly.

Xu Han's eyes were slightly dull and he was silent. He is too crazy? Who is the one who condescendingly educates others as soon as he comes up, and he just refutes and calls him crazy. I'm afraid that in his eyes, only those who obediently listen to him and obey him are not crazy.

"Hell Terrace is not a place for you to show mercy, I will kill you. The strong man said directly.

Xu Leng laughed and shook his head secretly, this strong man is also a two-level sword cultivator in the spirit realm, but his breath is much stronger than yesterday's Baizi No. 58, and his strength should be above Baizi No. 58. However, if he wanted to kill him with this strength, Xu Han could only say that he thought too much.

The masters in the audience also began to fan the flames.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In fact, they can't get used to Xu Han's style, Hell Terrace never shows mercy, if they lose, they will die, even if someone runs off Hell Terrace and saves their lives, others will laugh at them.

The strong man's declaration of death excited them, Hell Terrace, as it should be, kill, kill, kill as soon as you lose.

Just as all the voices fell to the strong man's side, Xu said coldly: "If you take back your words now, I can spare your life." ”

The masters in the audience sighed, this newcomer in the air realm, actually said that he wanted to spare the life of No. 41 in white characters? A pair of playful eyes looked at the strong man, waiting for his response. The strong man's face turned red, a newcomer in the realm, dare to talk to him in such a tone?

The strong man scolded rudely: "Fuck off, just because you are qualified to say this to Lao Tzu? What are you? When Lao Tzu was killing here, you didn't know which garbage sect to practice garbage sword skills and spare Lao Tzu's life? You don't pee to see who you are?"

Xu Han stepped out in one step, the space around the soles of his feet rippled, stepping on the ground, as if stepping on the surface of the water, the soles of his feet spread out a circle of ripples, giving people an unreal feeling, but he felt that it should be so. "Who I am, you'll find out soon. Xu Han's whole person's momentum has changed, as if he is integrated with heaven, earth and space, and his every move looks extremely dreamy, and his whole body naturally exudes an irresistible coercion.

The strong man was slightly stunned, and his heart was cold, and then, this irresistible pressure fell on him, making him stiff, and an inexplicable fear surged out of his heart.

"Do you think you are very qualified? Do you dare to say that no matter who your opponent is, you dare to go on stage?" Xu Han sneered at him, and approached him step by step. "You are just relying on the laws of the earth to perceive sword cultivation, and you specialize in bullying opponents who are weaker than you, to put it bluntly, you are just a soft-footed shrimp who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard. ”

The strong man inhaled sharply and couldn't help but take a step back. This step, of course, was also seen by the masters in the audience, and they were shocked, and the white character No. 41 was insulted like this, and he even retreated?

"I spare your life, I don't want to kill you, you still think you are amazing, you want to die, okay, I'll give you a death now. ”

Xu Han walked step by step, and with each step, the space would bloom with a trace of fluctuations, rippling layer upon layer. The strong man trembled involuntarily, and his steps retreated.

took another step back, and the masters in the audience were shocked, what was going on? Baizi No. 41 faced a newcomer in the realm and ridiculed him in every way, but he retreated again and again.

Xu Han held the blood sword in his hand, and a cold murderous aura bloomed out, and the space around the strong man was faintly distorted. The strong man's heart trembled, and now Xu Han completely overwhelmed him in momentum, the battle is like this, if the momentum is lost, the battle is equal to losing half. What's more, the strong man is timid before he fights, and there will be no suspense in this battle at all. But he just let out a bold statement, asking for the other party's life, so many pairs of eyes in the audience watching, does he want to slap himself in the face?

Xu Han took another step, and the strong man's mood completely collapsed, and he yelled: "Lao Tzu won't play with you anymore!" and jumped off the hell platform in one fell swoop.

Xu Han sneered in his heart: "You said that if you don't play, you won't play?"