Supreme Killer

Chapter Three Six Seven and Two More

On the stage of life and death battle, Xiao Fan stood holding a sword, calmly looking at the exit opposite the battle stage.

"Next is today's ghost's twelfth opponent." The host's voice sounded. At this moment, a figure appeared behind the host and disappeared after speaking a few words in his ear.

"Dear viewers, I will announce an explosive news next." The host trembled and shouted: "The next twelfth battle, there will be four ghost opponents, not one!"

"What?" When the audience heard the words, they all showed awe.

Four people alone?

These people have all crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses. They can appear in more than 80 games, and each of them is an elite among the elite.

One-on-one is dangerous enough, now the ghost is going to fight four people?

Xiao Fan also frowned, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the battlefield of life and death is nothing more than this, can you finally sit still? Four is four, as long as it is the King of War, how many come and kill. "

At this moment, Xiao Fan was extremely cold in his heart. Do you really think he is a bully?

Without my permission, let me fight for four. If so, I will give you a big surprise.

"Audience, I think everyone is wondering, don't you believe in the power of ghosts?" The host can always ignite the atmosphere of the scene.

"Of course I believe that ghosts are invincible in the world!"

"The ghost will win!"

The crowd also boiled completely. They had watched many life and death battles, but they had never seen one against several.

"Once the ghost wins, there will be four additional wins. In other words, as long as the ghost kills one person, there will be one more win. Killing four people is equivalent to eight wins!" The host himself was a little excited.

"Below, please come on the field, the beast known as the death killer. The beast has won eighty-one games in a row. Just like his name, everyone who died in his hands will be torn to pieces on the stage of life and death. He is a real beast!"

"The second person, Mad Tiger, won 83 games in a row. His boxing skills were extremely domineering. He was almost beaten by one punch in the last life and death battle. After the training of 83 games, Mad Tiger finally became the Tiger King. Title."

"The third person, Falcon, Falcon has a pair of sharp eyes. His claws can hit mountains and rocks. Even the once fighter crazy wolf may not be able to fight him. Now, Falcon has created 85 games. Winning streak."

"The fourth person, Blood Fiend, the creator of 90 games, a blood-drinking knife swept through the battlefield of life and death, **** knife, the head fell to the ground, he is also a rising star, just less than a year, won 90 consecutive games Victory, no one knows where the blood evil is."

The host introduced the identities of the four one by one, and the monks on the scene showed a look of horror. These four names are all prestigious.

Their popularity is not lower than that of the ghosts, especially the blood evil, and the victory is still above the ghosts.

Many audience members clenched their fists, squeezing a cold sweat for Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan frowned. Naturally, he had heard the names of these four people. He originally thought that he would only meet after 90 games, but he didn't expect to come up now.

"The Battlefield of Life and Death really can count on me." Xiao Fan smiled indifferently, and suddenly looked at the host high in the sky and said: "Wait!"

When the crowd heard this sound, they all turned around and looked around, wondering what the ghost meant.

"Haha, this kid is finally scared!" Seeing Xiao Fan's movements in the meeting hall, the elder suddenly laughed.

The third elder's face sank slightly, not knowing how to speak.

On the stage of life and death, the four people on the opposite side stared at Xiao Fan with cold eyes, like four tigers, staring at a piece of delicious fat.

"Do you kill one person and add another win?" Xiao Fan's hoarse voice continued.

"Not bad." The host didn't know what Xiao Fan meant.

"Then two more." Xiao Fan said lightly.

Two more?

When the crowd heard this, their pupils shrank. Does this guy want to be one to six?

You know, one-to-four is already very dangerous. Fighting six is ​​basically to die. Even in the battle royal realm, you don't dare to battle six. After all, those who can survive to 80 matches are all at the peak of the battle king. The strong in China, even in the early days of the battle emperor, can still fight.

"Are you sure?" The host trembled, and he was shocked by Xiao Fan's words. He trembled and said, "Okay, wait a minute, I'm going to ask the higher-ups."

Leaving a word, the host disappeared immediately.

"The ghost is really domineering. One-to-four is enough. He has to fight six. Now he has won 87 games in a row and killed six people. Wouldn't he also get 99 games?"

"Ninety-nine games, hiss! It's really a monster, the ghost seems to have not been three months, if this time succeeds, he really made history."

"Once he wins, he will face the same ninety-nine games of the deceased, really looking forward to it."

The crowd boiled. If it had been before, perhaps he would still think that Xiao Fan was looking for death, but now, Xiao Fan's strength has been recognized by everyone.

On the battle platform, the four blood evil spirits were full of murderous auras, no wonder they were so angry. They were all killed all the way, and they were even underestimated. This made them not angry.

Without moving, four monstrous murderous auras went straight to Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan's robe agitated, hunting noises, thick black hair flying in the air, those murderous auras had no effect on him at all.

In the conference hall, the senior elders' expressions became serious as they listened to the report from the visitor.

"Are you sure he wants to add two more people?" The elder's expression was not very good. He originally thought that his conspiracy had succeeded, but now he realized that he seemed to be fulfilling the ghost.

"Yes, he said to add two more." It was the host who was speaking, and he was extremely uneasy.

The third elder stayed there, not knowing how to speak, he found that he still underestimated Xiao Fan.

"Since he's looking for death, add Ghost Blade and Ye Luo!" The Great Elder said solemnly, and the last two words almost popped out of his teeth.

"Yeluo!" Hearing these two words, the three elders trembled. Yeluo, that was the person who had won 97 games in a row, and was one of the most likely to win a hundred in a row. One.

"Quasi!" the purple robe youth said in a condensed voice, he was also astonished to the extreme.

"Yes!" The host respectfully retreated.

"Owner." The three elders looked ugly.

"You all underestimate this person. People are afraid of death. He dare to say this. It shows that he has this confidence. If he wins this game, his winning rate will reach 99 games. Compete." The purple robe youth said.

"Yes." The third elder nodded helplessly. The overall situation has been determined. Whether the ghost can win or not depends on himself.

There was a sneer on the face of the elder, and he secretly said in his heart: "Lian Zhan six people, unless he is the second sneer blade, he will definitely die!"