Chapter 632 The neck was wiped

"Okay, now this desperate battle has officially begun. Let's see how long this god of death can last under the three strong defenders? I hope he won't die too quickly!" the host shouted.

However, the three of them looked at Han Yang and did not move.

Park Yongtai glanced at Han Yang and said arrogantly: "Just him, just Chinese trash, isn't enough for me to join forces with others! You guys go first. If you can't do it, I will kill him. I will only need three moves!"

The killer king Gala smiled at the corner of his mouth. He looked up and down at Han Yang, and said in a broken Chinese with a smile: "The three of us will be defeated by one person!"

As he said that, he turned to look at the strong man with a strong man and said, "Old Hei, you go first, you can't do it anymore, let's help you!"

The strong black man Senlong glared at him, then turned to look at Han Yang, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Just this kid, I can kill him with one hand!"

As he said that, he had already rushed towards Han Yang. He rushed forward and punched Han Yang in front of him with one punch.

Outside, everyone stared at the big screen with their eyes fixed on their faces.

When Han Yang saw the black and strong man punching him, he snorted angrily, and suddenly stepped on his feet. He flashed his whole body, and his hands were like lightning. He grabbed the black and strong man's wrist with one hand. Then he turned his whole body forward, his waist and horse were united, and he pulled the black and strong man down and threw it directly over his shoulder.

The black strong man's face changed drastically and his expression was shocked, but because of his inertia, he could not resolve this force at all. However, after Han Yang threw him over, he kept moving forward and kicked him directly on the back. The black strong man's whole body slammed on the iron cage with a loud bang, shaking the entire iron cage violently.

In the audience, everyone looked shocked. Obviously, they did not expect that after killing the Lion King, this guy's combat power would still be so fierce.

The strong black man was thrown to the ground. Although he was not injured, he was so shocked that he was dizzy.

Many people in the audience cheered loudly, but at this moment, everyone changed their qualities, and He Zhiyuan even shouted: "Brother, be careful behind!"

It turned out from the big screen that everyone saw that when Han Yang kicked the black man out, the killer king flashed, his whole body flashed, and he moved quickly, quietly behind Han Yang. There was a silver scimitar in his hand. The scimitar was flashing with cold light, which looked very sharp at first glance.

He went behind Han Yang, with a cold and weird smile on the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, he stretched forward with a scimitar, hooked Han Yang's neck and stroked it.

Although Han Yang was dealing with the strong black man, his eyes never moved away from the other two people. When this guy disappeared, Han Yang had already noticed it. At this moment, when he saw the scimitar stretching to his neck, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he did not dodge.

The scimitar flashed quickly, and Gala had already flashed aside, a hint of pride appeared on the corner of his mouth. Under his hands, no one could escape.

When the host saw this scene, he was even more excited and as if he was injected with chicken blood. "Haha, friends, this Mr. Death was actually wiped by Mr. Garo's neck. It seems that he is just like that!"

In the audience, everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, especially those who bet Han Yangying, were even more incredible.

He Zhiyuan was stunned and his face was pale, "He...he still..."

The three girls Ling Zhuqing had already stood up, staring at the big screen with panic on their faces. Han Yang, who was standing there motionless.

In the room, the man in white couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this scene, and looked relieved, "Dog, I think you are so powerful. It turns out that it was so easy to be solved by Gala!"

The beauty in the black long skirt in the back row was also stunned. The man in the samurai uniform had a gloomy face and cursed coldly, "It's so shameless to attack from behind!"

But at this moment, someone shouted, "He...he doesn't seem to be dead? No blood spurted out from his neck!"

After hearing this, everyone looked carefully and saw that although Han Yang was standing there, there was no blood on his neck.

At this moment, Han Yang moved, he slowly turned around, and he looked at Gala, who was proud of his face with a sarcastic sneer on his lips. The moment Gala saw him turn around, the smug look on his face instantly condensed, but turned into astonishment.

He looked at Han Yang in shock and saw that there was no bloody incision on Han Yang's neck. He was shocked, "No... this is impossible... this is impossible..."

No one has ever been able to remain intact after being scratched by him in the neck.

His scimitar was made of world's top alloys, with many rare elements added to it. It is extremely sharp and can be easily chopped even if it is a bone.

So, seeing that Han Yang's neck was intact, he was completely in a bad state.

Not only him, but also the strong black man who had just gotten up next to him, and Park Yong-tae, who had a proud look on the side, were also shocked.

After seeing that he had nothing to do, everyone in the audience was stunned for a few seconds before thunderous applause and cheers burst out.

He Zhiyuan was shocked and said repeatedly: "This... how is this possible?"

When Ling Zhuqing saw this scene, his expression couldn't help but relax, and a surprised smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The beauty in the black long skirt in the back row and the man in the samurai uniform were also shocked.

The host's face looked very ugly, and there was a deep look of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

In the room, the moment Han Yang turned around, the smile on the face of the man in white condensed. His eyes were cold and he kicked a small table in front of him to pieces. He shouted angrily: "Kill him for me, let the three of them, and kill him at all costs..."

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In the iron cage, Han Yang turned his head and looked at Gala. A little disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Your trick is worthy of being called the King of Killers? I will let you see what is the real King of Killers!"

As he said that, he rushed forward and arrived in front of Gala. Gala was prepared for it and swung the scimitar in his hand towards Han Yang's neck.

Han Yang was prepared, and suddenly he made a move like lightning. He pinched his wrist and folded it hard. Galo's hand holding the scimitar automatically released. Han Yang quickly took the scimitar with his other hand. The light of the knife flashed, and the scimitar had hooked Galo's neck.
Chapter completed!