Reborn Mosquito Daoist

Chapter 32 Swordsman
"You are new here..." came a lazy voice.

Han Yu looked back, he was a middle-aged man with a scruffy appearance.

"Ha, you must want to challenge the Ascension Arena after Jian Shisan's ascension. In fact, everyone has the same idea, and I don't know how long it will take..." The slovenly man said self-righteously with some familiarity.

"Has everyone been waiting for this sword thirteen to ascend for a long time?" Han Yu pursed his lips.

The sloppy man smiled: "100 years!"

"Gambler, it's not 100 years, it's 300 years!"

Han Yu turned around and looked, and the person who spoke was a drunken fat man.

The slovenly man called a gambling ghost scolded with a smile: "That's because you died too early—oh, all in all, since Jian Shisan entered the battle arena, no evil spirit has dared to challenge him, he can't ascend, and no ghost dares to go up The battle arena has been stalemate since then..." This guy was fond of gambling in his life, but he actually practiced a "heart-stealing demon technique" after his death. The thoughts of these ghosts in front of him can't be hidden from him at all. Unable to figure it out, he made a tentative statement.

Han Yu saw him boasting, but he didn't take it seriously—this should be the most wonderful layer of hell in the killing field!Now that we meet each other on a narrow road, we should rush forward fiercely, how can we be timid, thinking, and stride forward.

The gambler looked at Han Yu's leaving back, and suddenly felt a tragic feeling in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when thousands of troops fought against each other on the battlefield, and he couldn't help trembling all over.

"The challenge is coming!"

The appearance of Han Yu made the Feisheng battle arena erupt, and the applause of all the ghosts was thunderous - the eyes looking at Han Yu were full of gratitude, and he sacrificed himself as a ghost, which was amazing and admirable.

Applause, cheers, cheers, wave after wave.

Come on, Sword Thirteen!

Han Yu finally saw the mysterious ghost swordsman——

Under the mottled blood moon, Jian Shisanyi was wearing a blue gown, sitting on the edge of the Feisheng battle platform as handsome as a god, his eyes flashed, and he stared at Han Yu solemnly.

How many years did Jian Shisan wait?No ghost can answer.In purgatory, such a thing as time only has a concept at the moment when it is wiped out.He is the first generation disciple of Shu Mountain, a natural swordsman, but he died too early. He only had the strength of an earth immortal when he fell into this scroll world. He has been killing for countless years, and the more he kills, the braver he is. , It's a pity that those who were able to fight him had already ascended, and the group of ghosts who stayed behind have completely lost their courage...

For more than 1000 years, Jian Shisan's soul power has approached the peak of the gods.The method of increasing soul power in the killing field is simple and crude. The dead souls fight each other, and while gathering the killing power, they will also absorb part of the soul power of the defeated.This process is good and bad, it can easily make the remnant soul grow stronger, and it is also easy to fall into madness because of the fusion of too many remnant souls.

But Han Yu knew that Jian Shisan in front of him not only did not fall into madness, but also calmed down to a terrifying level.

This is a real swordsman. There is no such thing as magic in the killing field, and it relies on real guns and live ammunition to fight. One can imagine how terrifying a swordsman is.

"In hundreds of years, you are the first one to voluntarily die—" Jian Shisan said suddenly.

"It's also the last one!" Han Yu sneered, swordsmanship?There is one method that masters all methods, and with his current state, he can create some random moves that are enough for common people to be regarded as scriptures.

Jian Shisan seemed to be arrogant, and he had secretly reached the best state of energy and energy. Amidst the cold snort, a wisp of extremely cold sword energy followed the raised sleeves of his robe and rushed towards Han Yu like a arrow.

Han Yu had been on guard for a long time, let out a groan from the bottom of his throat, and quickly clasped his palms together and slapped out——

In an instant, two fierce and unparalleled soul powers surged together, and there was a sound of "Peng", the aftermath shook, and several evil spirits watching the excitement were severely injured on the spot.

The ghosts were in an uproar, Jian Shisan was famous for its reputation, this sword was ready to strike, it contained the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship, it was not enough for the supreme master to dispel it, but Han Yu's light palm was so powerful, it was really puzzling .

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

Han Yu's heart trembled, but fortunately, the training in No. 18 Hell had greatly improved his martial arts skills, otherwise he would really not be able to catch the sword Thirteen.Thinking about it, he said: "You also take my sword!"

After finishing speaking, his wrist moved slightly, and a long sword was condensed from his soul power, and he threw it out of his hand.

From Jian Shisan's point of view, this sword was a slanted cut, it was unpredictable and extremely vicious, and it was Han Yu's own killing move created after a lot of fighting - ghosts linger.

However, from Jian Shisan's point of view, Han Yu's sword technique is not difficult to decipher. What he needs to guard against is another wave of attacks from the opponent in conjunction with this sword technique.

Sure enough, at the moment when the lingering ghost was rejected by Jian Thirteen Sealing Sword, Han Yu swung his left hand, splitting the stele and cracking the stone, looking like he was desperate.

If in normal times, this style of holding a knife is extremely vulgar and has no skill at all, Jian Shisan will naturally not take it seriously.However, Han Yu's right hand's lingering lingering spirit cooperates with each other, one soft and one strong, and it turns decay into magic, and it becomes a trick with endless changes.

Jian Shisan was forced to be helpless, roared, raised his hands, and fired seven swords in a row.

The entire Ascension Arena buzzed, and the two fat gluttons screamed in alarm, being smashed to pieces by the overflowing soul power of both sides.

Seeing that Jian Shisan was about to break Han Yu's ultimate move, a long sword wedged into his back.Jian Shisan was caught off guard, and Han Yu was already close to him again, punching and kicking fiercely, seemingly chaotic, but every blow was a vital point of the ghost's body.

After a round of violent punches and kicks, Jian Shisan's soul body collapsed on the spot.

Jian Shisan never expected Han Yu's lingering move. The real killing move is not the combination of hardness and softness, but this shadowless sword energy, one sword with two energy, the entanglement of light and dark, this is the real lingering...

After Han Yu killed Jian Shisan, he not only took away the killing power from him, but also enhanced the killing power generated by the two of them fighting. He had already reached the critical point of ascension, and it was almost the final kick.

The gambler couldn't believe it when he saw Han Yu ascending to the Ascension Arena. Before the group of ghosts, he seemed to want to confirm whether this was a dream or not.

Han Yu was worrying about how to gather enough killing power, when he suddenly saw this guy, his heart moved, and he staggered to the Gambling Ghost.At the same time, forcibly transforming an evil mirror to confuse the other party's mind, leaving behind a subconscious mind: this person and Jian Shisan are both losers in the battle!
The secret method was broken in an instant, and the gambler was clever, as if suddenly awakened, and yelled: "This guy was severely injured by Jian Shisan, and they were both injured, so I said..."

The group of ghosts has known the nature of gambling ghosts for a hundred years, and they know that he has a magic method to check the mind of the soul. They show off everywhere on weekdays, but they don't doubt it. Before hesitating, a few little ghosts have already sneaked close to Han Yu.

Han Yu seemed to have been seriously injured, without realizing it.

"Haha, take your life!" All the ghosts were convinced and rushed forward.

"The time has come!" Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and struck with his fingers, killing countless daredevils.

The Ascension Arena, which has been immersed for thousands of years, is flickering with blood, and finally ushered in the day of Ascension again.

Almost at the same time, the sea of ​​thunder outside fell, and the moment the bloody cage shattered, Han Yu's entire body was also invaded by endless thunder.

(End of this chapter)