The first winner, Lan Rose, successfully defeated six opponents and became the fastest player ever, taking one second. This record may not be easily broken in many years to come.

There are almost no rules in this kind of game, knowing that all opponents die and fall or admit defeat. Therefore, it is not something that ordinary people can do to win in such a short time.

Lanros deserves the reputation of perverted genius.

The battles on other fighting platforms are also inspiring. Those who cannot withstand a wave of attacks can only withdraw from the game regretfully. This is considered good. Many people cannot resist the full blown attack from others. The injury is very serious, which may cause harm to future cultivation. Some people are even beaten to pieces if they are killed in a second, and they are beaten to pieces before they can even make a scream.

In such a fierce battle, people were stunned, without the shouts and cheers that broke out as they imagined. Everyone was quietly watching the miserable endings. Some of their relatives would be lost forever, and what they suffered was not joy but blows.

The game was surprisingly quiet. Except for the heavy breathing of the crowd, everything was so quiet.

The battle at the No. 2 battle platform where Xiao Fan is located is also in full swing. Fortunately, the round was over soon, and he was the last one to play.

In fact, there is opportunism in the middle. The first person who stands in the middle obviously suffers a loss. He has to withstand the attacks of six people around him, and the last person who stands on it may only withstand the attacks of one person.

However, there is no way to do that. Regulations are regulations and no one can change them.

Finally, Xiao Fan walked onto the stage, but there were only two people left around the table, one of which was Yan Kun, a young man with black curly hair.

"Xiao Fan, come on." Yan Kun nodded with a smile, slowly clenched the weapon in his hand. He was using a long-handled knife, which looked a bit like a snatch knife, with great power.

He was the first to play, but he resisted the attack of six people and stayed smoothly.

Xiao Fan was secretly surprised. Although he was only attacked by two people in the end, he could clearly feel that both of them were very strong.

He had already accumulated strength, and the second part of the Phantom Sword Technique was ready. Thunder lightning flashed under his feet. Xiao Fan had to use his ultimate move at the highest speed in the middle of the tiny place. This was an unprecedented challenge for him. Before, when he used the second part of the Phantom Sword Technique, there was a run-up distance of more than ten meters, but now there is no one.

"breathe--"

Xiao Fan held his hands tightly, took a deep breath and calmed down, and glanced at the left and right sides. The two opponents were accumulating strength to make a powerful blow. In addition to Yan Kun, another black-faced man was obviously powerful, with his muscles bulging high and constantly rolling up and down, unable to even wrap his combat uniforms.

He could only focus his defense on the side of the black-faced man, but Yan Kun's long sword had to distract him. For a moment, Xiao Fan felt at a loss.

This feeling is very bad, especially when facing a great enemy, having this feeling indicates failure. Xiao Fan has a very strong psychological quality. He has been facing various humiliations, various rolling eyes, and various ridicule since childhood, and has long been strong, but he didn't expect that he would feel a sense at this moment.

"Psychological oppression?" Suddenly a bad feeling arose in my heart. Xiao Fan did not dare to look at the eyes of the black-faced man. His eyes with dark blue actually had a breathtaking power.

Although Xiao Fan didn't understand what this was, he instinctively felt that this might be another special ability of the soul warrior, which actually made him feel a strong sense of psychological oppression. He was still a strong mind. If it were an ordinary person, he would have run away long ago.

Xiao Fan was secretly surprised. The world is so big that it is full of wonders.

However, this sense of soul oppression is transmitted through the eyes. As long as you don’t look at the opponent’s eyes, the oppression will disappear. Thinking of this, Xiao Fan closed his eyes and, with his spiritual sense, he could still accurately judge the attacks from both sides without using his eyes.

"Don't think you understand the power of soul." Xiao Fan sighed in his heart, his eyes closed, and felt the flow of air around him to determine the opponent's attack direction and strength.

This is his first time using spiritual sense to fight, and he can't find the feeling of North.

However, at this moment, a powerful force came, as if a mountain was pressing down. Xiao Fan knew that this was the heavy hammer of the black-faced man. This guy's weapons were like humans, all of them were black and shaped, and he waved them with great force.

Those who use hammers usually use double hammers, or long-handled single hammers. Few people use short-handled single hammers. The two hands feel that the handle is short and single, and they cannot exert all their strength when they are single. However, the black-faced man is different from a human, and he uses short-handled single hammers.

He grabbed the hammer handle less than 40 cm with both hands and swung it to Xiao Fan's head. The speed and strength were very good.

"Huhuhu--" A gust of wind came, and Xiao Fan's spiritual sense keenly caught the attack from the front right. It was very powerful. He immediately judged that it was an attack from a black-faced man. He did not want to be a force-shaped man, so he quickly flashed to the rear left.

However, at this moment, the black-faced man recently showed a grim smile, and his left hand holding the hammer handle moved slightly. A small hammer actually emerged from the huge black hammer, hitting it to the left and putting it back, sealing Xiao Fan's only way out.

Yan Kun, who was ready to go on the other side, looked at the opportunity and slashed forward with the long-handled sword in his hand. In this case, Xiao Fan didn't even have time to admit defeat, so he had no choice but to die.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, a loud bang broke out, and the sound of gold and iron came deafeningly, which shocked the audience around them widened their eyes, and some timids also closed their eyes, and some even prayed silently: Another soul is going to be added.

A big pit was smashed into a metallic table, and people dared not look down. If such a heavy hammer hits people, then there will definitely be a pool of meat and flesh, which is blurred and bloody. How terrible it is, who would like to look down?

However, the expected scene did not appear.

As a result, the black-faced man was injured in his right arm and was picked off the stage.

Almost everyone didn't know what happened at that moment, only Xiao Fan could see clearly. At the last moment, he felt endless danger and was forced to open his eyes, but saw an amazing scene. Yan Kun's arm suddenly became thicker and changed, and the long-handled knife slashed at the black-faced man. The sudden change made the black-faced man unable to defend himself, and he could only pull the weapon back. Despite this, his right arm was still picked by Yan Kun's long sword and almost slashed down.

"You saved me?" Xiao Fan murmured.

"It's nothing. Now we are the two of us left. Let's fight fairly. No matter who loses and who wins, they will win honor for Teacher Lei Li." Yan Kun smiled modestly. His face was very handsome, with a deep bird's nest, and he looked very charming, a bit like Beckham, especially with his smile, he was simply a girl killer.

"Thank you, but I will still do my best in the next game." Xiao Fan couldn't see through this young man. He was about the same age as himself, but he had a deep look, which made people see through his inner thoughts. The more you want to see through him, the more you feel that you can't see through it, as if you were a mystery.

"Well, this is my good junior brother." Yan Kun stretched out his hand and held Xiao Fan with encouragement.

Xiao Fan nodded and smiled, saying nothing.

At this time, the competition was over, and there was only one person left on most of the fighting stages. The losers left dejectedly, but they were much luckier than the dead players, only few, and still alive.

The air was filled with bloody smell, as if you were walking into a battlefield. Although you didn't see smoke everywhere, the cold murderous aura was no less than the real bloody battlefield.

Xiao Fan reached out and made a call, held the sword in both hands, slowly took a few steps back, ready to go.

Yan Kun was not polite, and his arm was exerting force, and a surge of force actually bulged the combat uniform, as if it was equipped with a hair dryer, extremely thick.

Win or lose again.
Chapter completed!