"Young man, we can start the second game."
Han Sanqian smiled confidently: "Waiting for you anytime!"
After saying that, Han Sanqian looked at Su Yingxia and Ziqing: "Don't worry, I will be fine."
"Really?" Su Yingxia looked at Han Sanqian worriedly and murmured.
Han Sanqian smiled lightly: "Of course."
In terms of body, it was actually the most insecure round for Han Sanqian.
Although he does have all kinds of defenses, to many people, that thing is simply an invincible defense fortress, but Han Sanqian has no heart at all against that person.
Moreover, without the impetus of his own real ability, Han Sanqian has no idea how much skill those various defenses can exert. With such a two-fold addition, even Han Sanqian himself has no certainty about whether he can win the first round. All of them are completely pessimistic.
Fortunately, the performance of each part of the body did not disappoint Han Sanqian too much. After the little black stick experienced the baptism of the stone, it seemed that his previous weakness had changed. At least a flash of inspiration often played what Han Sanqian needed The surprise effect brought.
After the whole game, there was no danger.
"This second game, I have to rely on myself." Han Sanqian said calmly, turning his head to look at the shadow.
The two daughters, Su Yingxia and Ziqing, got up and left Han Sanqian wisely, and stood at a distance.
The second round was the round that Han Sanqian thought he had the most advantage. During this process, his spiritual consciousness could fully display Han Sanqian's true strength, so that he would not be dragged down by the current physical embarrassment.
Although that person must be more ferocious in the second round, Han Sanqian is confident.
Heiying chuckled and waved his hand. Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Han Sanqian's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian closed his eyes and fell asleep completely.
Everything, Fangfo entered an extremely dark space, and when Han Sanqian opened his eyes again, the darkness in front of him had long since disappeared.
Only the eyes full of white light remain.
And in the white light, there is a middle-aged man standing in mid-air at this time. He is dressed in white and has the appearance of a handsome young man. However, the long sword in his hand is solemnly raised, and the sword-brows are furrowed under the handsome face, which seems to indicate that at this time He is like a god of war.
"Is this the image of senior before he was alive? He is also very handsome." Han Sanqian smiled lightly and got up slowly.
During this process, Han Sanqian was not idle. With a slight movement of his hand, his body floated up slightly.
If you want to kill the consciousness, the most effective way is to set up a space illusion, and the spiritual consciousness of both parties will be intertwined in it.
But this has an advantage, the power of spiritual consciousness is like being in a nightmare and illusion, and you can freely display your abilities. Although it looks illusory, the spiritual consciousness recognizes the fact that it is destroyed by the illusion.
Naturally, he would die from it.
"Hmph, have you ever been younger than me?" He said coldly.
"Looking at the appearance of the senior, it must be a god. Han Sanqian dared to ask the senior's name."
"Name?" He smiled disdainfully: "What right do you have to ask my name?" He dismissed a sentence, seemed to feel Han Sanqian's politeness, felt that something was wrong, sighed, and said in a slightly calm tone: "The name is just an illusion , exist and disappear just like your physical body.�
"Now that my physical body is gone, what's the point of leaving only my name. So, it's worth not mentioning it."
After saying that, he looked at Han Sanqian with great interest: "Your consciousness can fly. It seems that you are not the trash you seem on the surface."
Han Sanqian smiled lightly and did not hide anything: "The junior has some cultivation, but some things happened, and he almost died suddenly, and all his meridians were cut off." JrNovels.com