Present, the miscellaneous servants dressed in green clothes felt sorry for a while, and finally saw a miscellaneous servant who passed the assessment and became a disciple of the outer courtyard but was killed.

The miscellaneous servants sighed and began to be angry and invective.

And most of the inner courtyard disciples and outer elders who stood on top of the statue chose to leave quietly after seeing Ye Han's demonization.

In the eyes of these people, the half-demon is not worth paying attention to.

The people who stayed also changed their attitudes and became lively watchers.

Only the newly promoted disciples of the outer courtyard are still shouting, still cheering for Ye Han, these newcomers to the Demon Sect, the blood is not cold.

Dead?

Just dead?

The people who were still watching around sighed.

"Ye Han!"

Lan Xin roared hysterically, holding a sword in her right hand, and was about to jump onto the stage of life and death.

On the side, Pang Du grabbed her sleeve and dared to let go, "Sister, Ye Han is just a half-demon, he can't even live to be fifteen years old, it's not worth it, otherwise you will follow Gao Lian, endure humiliation for a while, and have a chance to take revenge in the future!"

"Smack!"

Lan Xin slapped Pang Du hard, her eyes were cold, "Ye Han, I have only known him for a few days, he can fight with Gao Sheng and Gao Lian for me regardless of life and death, but you want your sister to become Gao Lian's plaything, to survive, to be a shell that has lost her soul, such a person, will there really be a chance in the future?"

She paused and glanced up and down at Pang Du, "I thought you were still young, just a little willful, but I didn't expect that you were afraid of death, and you still wanted to sell your sister for glory." ”

"Get out!"

Lan Xin roared, "I don't have a brother like you!"

With that, she twisted her wrist and stabbed Pondu with her sword.

Pang Du's eyes narrowed slightly, he let go of the sleeves in his hand, and said puzzledly: "What's wrong with following the Three Princes? With sufficient cultivation resources, rich connections, and the protection of the Three Princes, it is ten thousand times stronger than us to go alone!"

"Get out!"

Lan Xin was furious, her whole body was cold, and she held the long sword tightly in her right hand, and she only improved a little.

She looked at Pondu and said quietly, "Do it yourself!"

As she spoke, she swung her sword and cut off a corner of her skirt and threw it into the air.

Grace and righteousness!

Seeing this scene, Pandu clenched his hands into fists, "Stupid woman!"

With that, he turned and left.

Ye Han will die in his heart, what is there to see.

Lan Xin bit her lip tightly, and was about to rush to the stage of life and death with her sword, when a purple figure stood in front of her.

The purple-clothed elder looked at her and sighed: "Life and death platform, there are rules of life and death platform, and you can't break this rule." ”

Lan Xin stared at the purple-clothed elder with a cold face, "Who can break this rule?"

"Strong!"

The purple-clothed elder looked at the life and death platform and muttered in his mouth: "What he says is so strong that it is the rules." ”

Lan Xin was stunned, her hands turned white, and her eyes were full of tears.

At the age of eighteen, she cried for the first time since she could remember.

In the field, in everyone's eyes, Ye Han held a sword in his right hand and stabbed it into Gao Lian's chest and abdomen steadily, and the black light burst out, blasting out a big hole.

This!

This, this, how is this possible!

The purple-clothed elder looked shocked, lost his mind for a moment, and muttered: "Obviously, the dantian was shattered, and he still breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't die thoroughly!"

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

Everyone was in an uproar.

On the platform of life and death, Ye Han and Gao Lian stood still, the two supported each other, and the blood kept flowing down, converging into a pool under their feet.

Gao Lian's eyes widened, his face was shocked, he forced his last breath, and said in a trembling voice: "You have a big secret on you!"

It's a pity that his voice is too small, and no one can hear it except Ye Han.

With that, blood poured out of his mouth, and then his head tilted and his hands drooped.

Golian died, died suddenly.

At this time, Ye Han's chest rose and fell, he exhaled, and the hand holding the killing sword was also loose and fell down.

Immediately afterward, his body changed, regaining his original black eyes and black hair, the scales of his hands receded, his skin was charred, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Tragic!

Lan Xin tried to jump on the stage of life and death again.

This time no one stood in the way.

When she hugged Ye Han, tears couldn't stop flowing.

He's dead!

There are no miracles!

Ye Han had no pulse, no heartbeat, and his body gradually became cold.

"I'll get you out of here!"

Lan Xin carried Ye Han on her back, blood soaked her plain skirt, dripping along the corners of the skirt, and behind her, a red line was drawn.

She didn't shed any more tears.

Because she knew that Ye Han didn't allow her to cry.

"Wait a minute!"

A black-clad deacon stepped out of the crowd.

"Zhao Xing!"

Lan Xin stared at Zhao Xing with a cold look in her eyes, "What do you want to do?"

"Hey, hey!"

Zhao Xing glanced at Ye Han on Lan Xin's back, and said gloomily: "I just want to confirm whether Ye Han is really dead." ”

As he spoke, a dagger appeared in his hand and walked towards Lan Xin.

The confirmation in Zhao Xing's mouth was that he stabbed Ye Han twice more on his corpse.

The more he stabbed, the more reassuring he could be.

The sky gradually darkened, and scattered raindrops fell, gradually becoming denser, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

On the stage of life and death, the blood stains were washed away by the rain, diluted, faded, and disappeared, after today, no one will remember Ye Han.

The dagger in Zhao Xing's hand, in the rain, was about to pierce into Ye Han's vest with a bright cold light.

"Life and Death Table!"

Lan Xin looked at the purple-clothed elder with a calm expression, "I want to go to the stage of life and death with Zhao Xing, and fight for life and death!"

Lose your marbles?

Is this woman crazy?

Everyone present was stunned, and there was a trace of unbearability in their hearts.

"Kill Zhao Xing!"

“......”

I don't know who made a fuss.

Then there was a shout in the audience.

Zhao Xing's face was pale, this time, his reputation was ruined, but as long as Ye Han really died, everything was worth it.

The purple-clothed elder looked at Zhao Xing with a calm expression, "Lan Xin wants to go to the stage of life and death with you, do you accept it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xing pondered and said in a cruel voice: "Just add one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

Lan Xin's face was cold, and she blurted out, "Don't say one, I will agree to more." ”

"Good. ”

Zhao Xing smiled, "I want Ye Han's corpse." ”

"Stupid!"

Lan Xin looked at Zhao Xing and said sadly: "Ye Han has no relatives here, as long as you kill me, his body will not fall into your hands." ”

Zhao Xing was stunned, that's the truth!

"Good. ”

As he spoke, he jumped and fell on the platform of life and death.

Zhao Xing looked at Lan Xin, clenched his hands into fists, and said fiercely: "Hurry up, I want to stab him a few times while he is hot." ”

Hearing this, Lan Xin half-leaned Ye Han on a statue, turned around and prepared to walk on the platform of life and death.

At this moment, a bloody hand grabbed the corner of her skirt and refused to let go.

Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, burst out two jet-black sword rays, looked at Zhao Xing, and said in a cruel voice: "Zhao Xing, I said that I want to go to the stage of life and death with you." ”

"Here comes the sword!"

A jet-black sword shadow flew from Gao Lian's corpse and landed steadily in Ye Han's hands.

"Buzz ......"

The sword body was swirling with black light, and there was a clanging sound.

The man is not dead, but the sword is still there.

Three cyan vials appeared in Ye Han's hand, uncorked the bottles in turn, and swallowed the whole bottle, swallowing three bottles in a row.

Fight to the death, without reservation!

A moment later, he slowly stood up with his sword, one blood mark at a time, and walked towards the platform of life and death.

Everyone was stunned, and no one dared to speak.

Even those inner court disciples and outer elders who stepped on the top of the statue's head were all distracted for a while.

When Ye Han walked to the platform of life and death, he turned to look at Lan Xin, who was stunned behind him, and said softly: "I can't seem to climb up, help me." ”

Hearing this, Lan Xin burst into tears, not sad, but happy, and cried with joy.

She shook her head desperately and grabbed Ye Han, "Don't go, don't go, don't go, this time I go up, I will definitely kill Zhao Xing." ”

After speaking, she tapped her toes, got up lightly, and was about to fly to the stage of life and death.

A bloody hand wrapped around her ungraspable waist, full of strength.

Ye Han looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and smiled, "I'm not dead, the sword is still there." ”

As he spoke, he glanced up at the life and death platform of the third and third highest, turned his head to look at the purple-clothed elder behind him, and said softly, "Can the elder do me a favor?"

"Good. ”

As he spoke, the purple-clothed elder stood still, spread out his right hand, and gently supported it.

Ye Han floated up out of thin air and landed steadily on the platform of life and death.

He looked at the purple-clothed elder, "Thank you!"

When Ye Han reappeared on the stage of life and death, Zhao Xing's face changed greatly, his heart was shocked, his fists were clenched, and there was a flash of brilliance.

He wanted to take advantage of Ye Han's unstable foothold and kill with one blow.

At the moment when Ye Han landed, Zhao Xing's right fist, the light was shining, and he used all his strength to blast out a punch.

"Collapse Mountain!"

He was too jealous of Ye Han, and this punch used all his strength and used up all his guts.

The punch is like a colorful tiger pounced on its prey, brutal and ferocious, and a blow is sure to hit.

"Puff ......"

A series of gas explosions sounded on the stage of life and death.

And Ye Han still used his sword to crutch the ground, supporting himself from falling.

He didn't make a move in the face of this furious blow.

Wait for death!

It's waiting to die!

This is the only thought in the minds of the people who are watching around.

Suddenly, the sword light behind Ye Han flickered, and the black qi was filled with his body, he was running the sword refining technique, and he was breaking through the longevity realm.

A thousand cuts!

The whole body is full of swords.

Gao Lian's two red long swords completely melted in Ye Han's dantian, turned into a streamer, and threw them at the killing sword, and the two fused together.

The killing sword was re-refined, and the black sword light flashed, and the spirituality was higher.

Ye Han's face was pale, there was no trace of blood in his body, he could no longer stand, and sat on the platform of life and death.

At this time, Zhao Xing's fist arrived, and the colorful tiger opened its mouth, and was about to bite off Ye Han's head.

At the last moment, the killing sword came out of his hand, and in front of Ye Han, it turned into a pitch-black sword shadow and shot towards the tiger's forehead.

"Whew......"

The tiger disintegrated in response, and disappeared strangely, while the sword shadow was faster, becoming a sword light, stabbing Zhao Xing's throat.

Zhao Xing's face turned pale, and he retreated backwards, until he retreated to the edge of the life and death platform, and there was no way to retreat.

As soon as his hind feet stopped, the pitch-black sword light shot into his throat.

At this moment, Zhao Xing looked terrified, and fell from the stage of life and death with his head tilted.

Airplanes!

Buzzing!

On the stage of life and death, the heads of onlookers buzzed.

A man who had already died, suddenly, burst out and killed a deacon of the outer court.

This man in Tsing Yi is too strong.

In everyone's eyes, the pitch-black sword light flowed in the air, and returned to Ye Han's hand again, and the brilliance flashed and disappeared.

At this time, Ye Han was dizzy for a while, and fell directly on the platform of life and death.