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Han Yu looked back and saw that he was a middle-aged man with a sloppy appearance.

"Ha, you must want to challenge the Ascension Battle Platform after the Sword Thirteen Soars, in fact, everyone thinks the same, and I don't know how long it will take......" The sloppy man said a little self-consciously and self-righteously.

"Have you been waiting for this Sword Thirteen Flying Ascension for a long time?" Han Yu pouted.

The sloppy man smiled: "A hundred years!"

"Gambler, not a hundred years, but 1,300 years!"

Han Yu turned to look at the back, and it was a drunken fat man who spoke.

The sloppy man, who was called a gambler, scolded with a smile: "That's because you died too early - alas, all in all, since Sword Thirteen went to the battle platform, no evil ghost dared to challenge, he couldn't fly, and no ghost dared to go to the battle platform, and since then he has been deadlocked...... "This guy was a good gambler before he died, and after his death, he actually cultivated a "heart stealing demon method", and the thoughts of these ghosts in front of him couldn't hide it from him at all, only the new Han Yu made him unpredictable, so he made a temptation.

Han Yu saw him talking exaggeratedly, but he didn't think so--this should be the most bizarre layer of hell on the killing battlefield! Now that they met on a narrow road, they were so angry that they couldn't be afraid of it, thinking about it, and striding forward.

The gambler looked at Han Yu's departing back, and suddenly a tragic feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if he had returned to the years when thousands of troops and horses fought against each other, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"The challenge is coming!"

Han Yu's appearance made the surroundings of the Flying Ascension Battle Platform boil, and the ghosts applauded thunderously - looking at Han Yu's eyes were full of gratitude, sacrificing himself for a ghost, it was too amazing and impressive.

Applause, cheers, cheers, wave after wave.

Come on, Sword Thirteen!

Han Yu finally saw the mysterious ghost swordsman-

Under the mottled blood moon, Sword Thirteen was dressed in a cyan robe, sitting on the edge of the Ascension Battle Platform as plump as a god, his eyes flashing, staring at Han Yu with a dignified expression.

How many years has Sword Thirteen waited? In purgatory, time is only known at the moment when it is gone. He is the first generation disciple of Shushan, a natural swordsman, but he died too early, and only when he fell into this scroll world did he have the strength of an earth immortal, countless years of killing, the more he killed, the more brave he became, and the self-created purgatory swordsmanship became more and more powerful, but unfortunately, those who could fight with him had already soared, and the group of lonely souls and wild ghosts who stayed behind had completely lost their courage......

For more than a thousand years, Sword Thirteen's soul power had approached the peak of the Heavenly Immortals. The method of increasing soul power in the killing battlefield is simple and crude, the souls of the dead fight each other, and while condensing the power of killing, they will also absorb part of the soul power of the defeated. This process can be both good and bad, it can easily make the remnant soul grow, and it is easy to fall into madness because of the fusion of too many remnant souls.

But Han Yu knew that the Sword Thirteen in front of him not only did not fall into madness, but was also terrifyingly calm.

This is a real swordsman, there is no spell in the killing battlefield, it relies on the fight of real guns and ammunition, the horror of a swordsman can be imagined.

"In hundreds of years, you were the first to take the initiative to die-" Sword Thirteen said suddenly.

"And the last one!" Han Yu sneered, swordsmanship, he would also be a scale and a half-claw, just to use this killing battlefield to hone it. There is one law and ten thousand laws, and with his realm at this time, it is enough for ordinary people to create some tricks and regard them as true scriptures.

Sword Thirteen looked arrogant, and had secretly perfected his essence to the best state, and with a cold snort, a wisp of cold sword qi struck Han Yu like a stream of arrows along the raised robe sleeves.

Han Yu had already taken precautions, and with a muffled cry at the bottom of his throat, he quickly slapped out with his palms-

In an instant, two powerful souls soared together, and with a sound of "Peng", the aftermath shocked, and a few evil ghosts on the side who were watching the excitement were hit the spot.

The ghosts were in an uproar, Sword Thirteen is known for its prestige, this sword is ready to go, it contains the true meaning of the sword, it is not the supreme grandmaster who is not enough to resolve it, but Han Yu slapped it lightly, and it actually has such power, which is really incomprehensible.

"Okay!" Jian Thirteen was finally moved, Han Yu's palm applied all his strength to the extreme, which was really not to be underestimated.

Han Yu's heart was dark, fortunately, a tempering in the eighteenth layer of hell had made him grow in martial arts, otherwise he would really not be able to take the sword of Sword Thirteen. Thinking about it, he said, "You take my sword too!"

After finishing speaking, his wrist moved slightly, and his soul power condensed into a long sword, which came out of his hand.

In the eyes of Sword Thirteen, this sword is a sharp cut, unpredictable, and extremely vicious, and it is exactly the killing move created by Han Yu in a fight - the ghost will not go away.

However, in the eyes of Sword Thirteen, Han Yu's sword technique was not difficult to crack, and what he needed to guard against was another wave of attacks from the other party with this sword move.

Sure enough, just when this move was rejected by the thirteen sealed swords, Han Yu slashed with his left hand, opening the stele and cracking the stone, completely desperate.

If in normal times, this style of palm knife is vulgar and has no skills at all, Sword Thirteen will naturally not take it seriously. However, the ghost emitted by Han Yu's right hand did not disperse, one soft and one rigid, and it turned decay into magic, and it became a trick with infinite changes.

Jian Thirteen was forced to be helpless, roared, raised his hands, and in an instant, he fired seven swords in a row.

The entire Ascension Battle Platform "buzzed", and the two fat gluttons screamed in surprise, which had been crushed by the overflowing soul power of both sides.

Seeing that Sword Thirteen was about to break Han Yu's killing move, a long sword slammed in. Jian Thirteen couldn't be caught off guard, Han Yu had already approached again, and his fists and feet slammed out, seemingly out of order, but every hit was a ghost body.

After a round of stormy punches and kicks, the Sword Thirteen Soul Body collapsed on the spot.

How could Sword Thirteen not expect that Han Yu's ghost would not disperse, and the real killing move was not the combination of rigidity and softness, but this shadowless sword qi, one sword and two qi, light and dark entanglement, this was the real ghost that did not disperse......

After Han Yu killed Sword Thirteen, he not only robbed him of the killing power, but also blessed the killing power generated by the two of them, and he had reached the critical point of ascension, almost the last kick.

The gambler was in disbelief when he saw Han Yu ascending to the Ascension Battle Platform, and before the group of ghosts, he seemed to want to confirm whether this was a dream or not.

Han Yu was worried about how to gather enough killing power, and suddenly he saw this guy, his heart moved, and he stumbled in front of the gambler. At the same time, forcibly conjuring up a side of the evil mirror platform confuses the other party's mind, leaving a subconscious: this person and the Sword Thirteen are both defeated in the battle!

The secret method was broken in an instant, and the gambler was clever, as if he had suddenly woken up, and shouted madly: "This guy was hit hard by Sword Thirteen, and they were both defeated, so I will say ......"

The group of ghosts has known the nature of gambling ghosts for a hundred years, and knows that he has a demon method to check the mind of the soul, and he does not suspect it when he is playing around on weekdays, and between hesitation, there are already a few little ghosts who have sneaked close to Han Yu.

Han Yu seemed to have really been hit hard, and he didn't realize it.

"Haha, let's take your life!" the ghosts must have swarmed in their hearts.

"The time has come!" Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and struck with his fingers, and he didn't know how many daredevils were gone.

The bloodlight of the Ascension Battle, which had been immersed for thousands of years, flickered, and finally ushered in the day of Ascension again.

Almost at the same time, the thunder sea in the outside world fell upside down, and the moment the blood-colored cage shattered, Han Yu's entire person was also invaded by endless thunder.