"Han Sen..." Li Xunlun was a little anxious. With his understanding of the Black God, how could he not understand the Black God's thoughts.
"It doesn't matter. Someone wants to give me a beast soul. I have no reason to not want it. Let's just settle it." Han Sen stopped Li Xunlun from continuing.
Han Sen knew that Li Xunlun had good intentions, and he didn't understand Heishen's thoughts, but this was exactly what he wanted. He had been practicing with Tang Zhenliu for so long, and he was 100% familiar with the technique of breaking the little devil's wind sword. Zhengchou couldn't find a chance to deal with the Black God, so he actually came to his door. Han Sen naturally couldn't ask for it.
And it can also take back the Hell Ghost Cow. Han Sen will naturally not let go of such a good thing.
"Okay, happy, I'm starting to like you a little bit." Heishen smiled a little coldly.
"Go to the square, you can use it there." Han Sen said calmly.
"Okay." Hei Shen responded, but he did not let his people get out of the way. He just walked around Han Sen to the square, as if escorting the prisoner, but he was afraid that Han Sen would take the opportunity to escape.
Li Xunlun also brought people to escort Han Sen. After arriving at the square, Han Sen and Heishen both handed over the beast souls they had just obtained to Li Xunlun.
"Please." Black God took the lead to reach the stage in the square, looking at Han Sen with cold eyes.
Since he took control of the Black God Sanctuary, he has never suffered such a big loss. As long as he has the chance, he can't wait to kill Han Sen immediately.
This time he not only wanted to get back the beast soul, but also wanted Han Sen's life.
Hei Shen had full confidence in his little magic wind sword skills, and he had fought with Han Sen before, so he thought he knew Han Sen's depth, so he would intimidate Han Sen into a duel.
News of the gambling fight between Black God and Han Sen spread quickly, attracting many people from Star Wheel Sanctuary to watch.
Li Xunlun was a little helpless. If Han Sen didn't agree to the bet, he could still protect Han Sen's safety in the Star Wheel Sanctuary. However, during the bet, the Black God killed Han Sen but he had nothing to say. It can be said that the beast soul has to be given to the Black God.
After Han Sen came to the stage, Black God was too lazy to talk to Han Sen. He longed to eat Han Sen's flesh and blood, summoned the black beast soul knife, and slashed at Han Sen.
Han Sen also summoned the Ghost Claw Blade and slashed it out with one claw.
However, this seemingly random claw made the Black God frown secretly, and a strange color flashed in the hawk's eyes. If he continued to cut with this knife, his elbow would be cut off by the ghost claw blade first. Or rather, his elbow was sent to hit his ghost claw blade.
In desperation, Heishen could only withdraw his sword and retreat. After dodging Han Sen's claw, he prepared to use his sword again.
He is very confident in the Little Magic Wind Sword Technique. It is rare to see someone at the same level who can block the second acceleration, and Han Sen is even less likely.
In fact, most people have the same idea as Black God. Black God's little magic wind sword technique is very famous on the ice field, and has the reputation of "the disappearing magic sword".
Most people didn't know Han Sen at all. Except for people like Li Xunlun who knew Han Sen's origins, no one knew who Han Sen was. He dared to fight the Black God one-on-one.
But soon, everyone's eyes widened and they could hardly believe what they saw.
Black God took a step back and avoided Han Sen's ghost claw blade. He drew his sword and wanted to cut again, but he only raised the sword halfway and found that he could not cut anymore.
Just like before, if he continued to cut, Heishen would find that his wrist would hit Han Sen's ghost claw blade.
"Coincidence?" Black God felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't believe that such a thing could happen, nor did he believe that someone could block his little magic wind sword technique like this.
Black God retreated and then struck again, but then his face turned very ugly.
Black God slashed more than a dozen times in a row, but he couldn't even make a complete cut. The sword was only halfway out, so he had to take it back.
Heishen had no chance to use the most powerful secondary acceleration technique of the Little Demon Wind Sword Technique. This made Heishen's face full of horror. He had never encountered such a thing before. It could be said to be evil.
The people watching the battle were stunned. Outsiders like them could see more clearly that the Black God's famous sword skills were completely useless in front of Han Sen.
It cannot be said that it is useless, it should be said that the Black God cannot even pull out the sword.
If the sword in Kurokami's hand had a scabbard, he might not even be able to pull it out of the scabbard.
Every time Heishen moved his wrist to lift the knife, he had to put the knife back the next second. It was like this every time. Heishen had no ability to use the knife at all.
From the beginning to the end, Heigami just kept retreating, like a young apprentice who had just learned the sword, practicing in front of his teacher. The teacher had already understood his every move, and was the first to hit his flaws and The key was to give him no chance to fight back.
The disappearing magic sword and the little magic wind sword technique seemed to have turned into a joke in an instant. The sword couldn't even come out, and there was still talk of secondary acceleration.
Backing up... Keeping back... It seems that there is no other choice but to retreat.
Black God has never been so useless as he is today. The little magic wind sword technique that he was proud of seemed to have become the most useless sword technique in the world, and even gave him the terrible feeling that he did not know how to use a knife at all.
"It's too strong. Who is that person? It's too scary. It's like I'm teaching my son a lesson."
"When did we have such a strong man on the ice sheet? He is so powerful."
"Oh my God, the Black God was treated like a grandson and abused. Is this really the Black God from the Black God Sanctuary?"
"It's fake, right? How could the Black God's magic sword be so useless?"
"What's so surprising about this? Don't you know the word "wasted in vain"? It's talking about people like Black God. They just rely on their many strong men. In fact, they have no real ability. If they come to power, they won't be beaten. Like a grandson."
"Who is that person?"
Black God's hands and feet were tied up, as if he was trapped in thorns. He couldn't stretch his hands and feet at all. If he stretched out even a little, he would be stabbed with blood. The depressed Black God just wanted to vomit blood.
Hearing the discussion of those below, Heishen almost fainted from anger.
With a roar, Heigen wanted to fight back with his sword desperately, but as soon as he raised his arm, Heigen realized that if he didn't retract, his arm would be chopped off, so he had to suppress his anger. He put the knife back again.
Suffocated, extremely suffocated, Heishen felt as if he was about to be suffocated to death by being peed on.
Even the few evolvers in the Black God Sanctuary were so frightened by what they saw that they could hardly believe what they saw.
They knew the strength of the Black God all too well. The Little Demonic Wind Sword Technique was invincible on the ice field. How could it be suppressed like this?
"What's the origin of that guy?" Their faces were full of horror. Even the Black God was suppressed like this. Wouldn't it be even worse for them if they went up? They might be killed in two or three moves. chapter;
