God-level funeral system

"I didn't do this to force you." The white-haired old man said, "I'm just trying to reason with you."

"Reason with me?" The man laughed loudly, "I think you are crazy!"

The blade in his hand suddenly shone with a dazzling light, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already standing beside the white-haired old man, and the blade was aimed straight at the other's throat.

"Hehe, as expected, he still has some strength." Seeing that person appearing beside him, the white-haired old man was not surprised. He smiled, swayed his body suddenly, and avoided the opponent's attack, and then his fist came crashing down. Finally, it slammed heavily on the man's shoulder.

The man suddenly felt that he was hit by the force of Wanjun, and his body involuntarily took several steps back before he stabilized his footsteps.

He looked up, but found that the other party was still standing.

"Haha, it's interesting, come again!" The man laughed, with a fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes.

"If I want to kill you, it's almost like crushing an ant!" The white-haired old man said with a smile, "I'm not a good tempered person."

Hearing the other party's words, the man also restrained his smile, his eyes gradually became sharper, and his gaze towards the white-haired old man was full of murderous intent.

"Are you sure you want to fight against me? I think you should know that you are not my opponent at all." The white-haired old man looked at him and said.

"Really?" There was a mocking smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

"Since you want to seek death, then I will help you." He said, waving the long knife in his hand, and rushed towards the white-haired old man.

The figure of the white-haired old man burst out in an instant, attacking the man, and countless white lights appeared on his hands, blasting towards the man.

Those were sharp silver needles, exuding a cold aura, making everyone feel like they were in a world of ice and snow, and the temperature on their bodies dropped rapidly, as if they could be frozen to death in a second.

Looking at the behavior of the white-haired old man, they all felt a little horrified. Those silver needles looked very sharp and could pierce the hardness of steel.

"boom!"

The attacks of the two collided with each other in the air, and the explosion sounded,

Strong energy splashed, and the entire room was shaken.

There was a solemn look in the man's eyes. Several silver needles were stabbed into his body. Even though he had used a long knife to knock away the flying hidden weapons, he was still hit.

It felt like the blood all over his body was burning, making his skin feel a faint pain.

Not daring to delay, he swung his arm vigorously, shaking out the silver needles that had been pierced into his muscles, but his arm was still a little numb, and the movement of his true energy was also a little stagnant, apparently a little affected, This is extremely bad for him.

No, it can't go on like this.

he thought to himself.

"You are no match for me at all, and your physical skills are lacking. It's too late to give up now." The white-haired old man smiled and shook his head.

"Well, unfortunately, you still have to die!"

A fierce light burst out from the man's eyes, and the long knife in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and then, a huge knife light slashed towards the opponent.

The saber light was five or six meters wide and more than ten meters long, like a black mist covering the entire space, with terrifying power, it went straight towards the white-haired old man with a domineering aura.

There is a strong coercion in this knife light, which seems to be able to cut off everything in the way, giving people an unmatched feeling.

The white-haired old man sensed a dangerous aura, and his figure suddenly retreated, but he was still a step slower, and the knife light had already arrived in front of him.

At this moment, his body suddenly disappeared in front of the man strangely, and then appeared behind him.

A look of horror appeared on the man's face, and he suddenly turned around, but he did not see the white-haired old man.

But on his right side, there was a sudden gust of bitter wind, attacking his head.

"Oops!" The man secretly yelled that something was wrong, he quickly mobilized his true energy and stood in front of him.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, his body was thrown to the ground by a huge force, and he rolled several times on the ground before he stopped, but his face was full of shock and doubt.

"What...what's going on? Why can he teleport? Has he also practiced some special technique?"

The white-haired old man didn't care about the other party, he stepped towards the other side, his figure disappeared out of nowhere again, and the next moment, he appeared behind the man, with the silver needle in his hand, quickly moving towards The opponent shot from behind.

The man turned around quickly, the long knife in his hand crossed.

"Chong!"

There was a sound of metal clanging, and the long knife in the man's hand was directly shaken to the ground by the hidden weapon of the white-haired old man, making a crisp sound, while his body was pierced by the silver needle.

"Damn it!" He let out a miserable howl, blood gushed out from his mouth, his face was pale, and the clothes on his body were also damaged a lot.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, the white-haired old man shook his head with a smile, with deep disdain in his eyes, and said lightly, "It seems that you are not doing well!"

When the man heard this, a look of humiliation flashed in his eyes. He has been the pride of heaven since he was a child, and he has never been wronged. He has always been flattered and flattered by others.

But now!But he fell into the hands of this white-haired old man. He was unwilling, very unwilling.

After a while, a layer of frost appeared on his body, slowly freezing his limbs. He just lay on the ground, motionless, and the frost on his body continued to spread.

Seeing the man's appearance, a smile appeared on the face of the white-haired old man, and he said lightly, "Then let's finish you."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his palm, a cloud of white mist condensed in the palm of his hand, and immediately, it enveloped the man. In an instant, the white mist penetrated into the man's body, and then merged into his bone marrow. middle.

The man's eyes widened, with horror in his eyes. His hands stretched out upwards, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end, his hands just caught the air, and his arms kept trembling. Then it fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man snorted softly and shook his head, "What a waste, take him away."

The other contestants showed a trace of panic and fighting spirit.

These people are all young masters. On weekdays, except for the geniuses cultivated by big families, they are all proud and conceited people.

At this time, it was normal for them to be unconvinced when they saw an opponent who was much stronger than themselves being defeated by the white-haired old man right in front of their eyes.

They took out their weapons one after another, surrounded the white-haired old man, and stared at him one by one, wishing to tear him to pieces immediately.