Taoist fast crossing

House 4 is an even number, and House 3 is on the opposite side. The number is printed on the prison uniform on each person's right chest.

No one spoke, and each chose an opponent.

In front of Si Qingyan was a bald man covered in scars, with a ferocious smile and no weapons.

Si Qingyan easily dodged the casserole-sized fist.

The bald man hit again, and Si Qingyan hid again.

Others used their bodies to catch them, or their arms or palms, and they didn't dodge like Si Qingyan.

The bald man didn't slap or get angry, instead he grinned.

Bai Limo walked over here with a whip in his hand, and cast his eyes on Si Qingyan,

"No. 188 is out."

Si Qingyan glanced at the back of her hand, yes, that's right.

Si Qingyan was very relaxed and her posture was natural.

In Bai Limo's eyes, this attitude was undoubtedly a kind of contempt.

Contempt for the rules of the black court.

"Ten lashes." Bai Limo's voice was cold, like a layer of ice slag, and even the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.He is an ice talent, too strong, if he doesn't deliberately control it, his power will overflow.

The relationship between Si Qingyan and his roommate is not particularly close. When Zhao Ritian, Ye Liangchen, and Lu Mao saw him being called out by Bai Limo, their hearts were not fluctuated, and they even wanted to watch the excitement.Lumao was still regretting in his heart, if Lang Mie was injured, he might be weak and weak when he hit himself, which would affect the effect.

Si Qingyan didn't speak either.Now he has a feeling of salty fish from the bottom of his heart, and wants to do something, exempt from all the work in the black court, and watch other people suffering and suffering every day, while he drinks tea and cracks sunflower seeds and so on.His wish is so simple and easy to satisfy, lower than the requirements of retired veteran cadres, he didn't think about salary at all.

The onlookers are looking forward to a bloody feast.

Warden Bai seems to be in a bad mood today, he is usually only punished with five lashes.

Generally, with one whip, the crispy skin will be cut into two pieces.Slightly stronger, with five whips down, flesh and blood will fly, revealing the beating internal organs and bones inside.The abundant, direct and clear vitality is undoubtedly pleasing.

Their lives are too ordinary and regular, and they need a little freshness.They are all a group of heinous prisoners who have no morals at all and ignore life. If this novelty is about Warden Bai and death, it is undoubtedly more worth looking forward to.

They are eager to see the scene where the silver whip is whipped and blood is flying.

There was a crackling sound——

When Bai Limo whipped the whip indifferently, Si Qingyan reached out to catch it firmly.

His current body has not been strengthened to the most powerful level, a whip mark was cut on the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood was repelled by the stand around the silver whip, dripping to the ground.

Bai Limo was stunned, he didn't expect No. 188 to catch the whip.

The whip is not light, and it also comes with his own ice ability.

188 seems to be completely unaffected.

For the first time, he started looking at 188 squarely.

young and beautiful.

It seems inappropriate to use the word beautiful to describe a man, but No. 188 has an indescribable aura that makes people want to get close.What's more, his appearance is really outstanding, it's not the kind of sharp-edged beauty, but the calm and gentle comfort.

Bai Limo was a little lost in thought, last time No. 188 was not like this.

"Fight?" Si Qingyan grabbed the whip and pulled it away.

Bai Limo let go, and the silver whip came out.

Holding the silver whip, Si Qingyan froze.He just wanted to grab it, but he didn't expect to grab it.

For a moment, the entire training ground was suffocated.

"Are you provoking me?" Bai Limo was surprised.

He didn't think No. 188 had the strength to fight him.

If there was a real fight, he would definitely hit hard in order to maintain his majesty.

He clearly remembered the history of every prisoner in the black court. No. 188 was born in a very short period of time. As an experimental subject, he had a high IQ but deliberately concealed it. When the research institute planned to use him to conduct a dangerous experiment, No. 188 escaped and remotely controlled the entire research base to self-destruct.Then he showed a strong aggressiveness and seriously injured many law enforcement officers. The crime was too serious and the death penalty was more than enough, so he was finally thrown into the black court.

The highest level of combat power displayed by No. 188 is only B-level. He seems to have some physical defects. Logically speaking, this kind of man-made object cannot have too strong combat power.Bai Limo suddenly hoped that No. 188 would admit his mistake, that he would lighten up his ten lashes, and that the two of them would take a step back and let the matter pass safely.

"Yes. If I win, let me become a special case of the black court. The battlefield will be recruited, and other matters will be exempted." If Si Qingyan is not too salty, maybe he will propose the idea of ​​​​becoming the warden.

"Okay, if you lose, you will die." Seeing that No. 188 did not realize the seriousness of this matter, Bai Limo reminded him.

"I won't lose." Si Qingyan smiled.

He is now like a 1000-level super super powerful guy, who is about to compete with an 80-level "big guy".Thinking about how to do it, let the 80-level "big guy" lose more naturally.

"Here, or?" Seeing that No. 188 was determined to die, Bai Limo didn't say anything.

He will keep his hand and keep No. 188 alive.

"It's all right." Si Qingyan's mentality is very Buddhist, and she just wants the years to be peaceful.

"Here, you first." Bai Limo pursed his lips slightly, not paying much attention to this battle.

Today was just a slightly less peaceful day in the black court for him.Compared with the thrilling on the battlefield, the moment seems insignificant.

"Ah."

Si Qingyan threw Bai Limo's silver whip back.

Bai Limo caught it and continued to wait.

Seeing that he insisted on giving way, Si Qingyan sighed in her heart for the good character of this young man, and a long sword condensed from the frost in her hand.In such a small scene, there is no need to take out the Huashen Sword.After several battles, he has begun to feel that swords are the most convenient, and he has given up the habit of hitting people with heavy objects.

Bai Limo saw that what he had condensed was a Frost Sword. The hilt and body of the sword were very beautiful, even the lines were clearly visible, and the details were true. He couldn't help but be a little more serious.Even if the awakening ability of No. 188 breaks through to A-level, how about it?Still flipped over to suppress.

On the training ground, everyone is paying attention to this match.

They all guessed in their hearts how No. 188 died.Was it frozen into a statue by the warden, and instantly turned into red snow powder, or was it cut in two by a whip?

Everyone has seen Bai Limo on the battlefield. He can be called a killing machine. He is called the "Frost Tyrant" by the alien race.

As soon as Si Qingyan drew his sword, everything was over.

That sword was very slow in everyone's eyes, even a little lazy, but everyone had the feeling of being targeted by the sword's intent, and there was no way to dodge it.

Bai Limo's eyes flashed an icy blue stream of light in astonishment, and the sword on his neck looked as exquisite as a work of art, but it contained terrifying power.A sense of deadly threat rose in his heart, and after this sword, he dared not move.

Many conspiracies flashed through his mind instantly, for example, this is a spy of a foreign race.For example, this is a traitor of the human race, offering a high reward for his assassination.Everything is premeditated.

Otherwise, why would such a terrifying powerhouse appear in the black court and initiate such an invitation in front of the public?

The conditions put forward by No. 188 now seem like a joke.

"Is it okay? My hands are a little sore."

Seeing that Bai Limo still didn't admit defeat, Si Qingyan took the initiative to remind him.

Bai Limo moved out and looked at Si Qingyan seriously, without any killing intent in his eyes, his voice was astringent:

"let's talk."

"Okay." Si Qingyan looked easy to speak.

"You stay where you are and stand by." Bai Limo turned around and explained again.

Bai Limo brought Si Qingyan to his private reception room, even poured a cup of tea for Si Qingyan, and asked:

"May I know why you're here?"

"You are not inferior to any king."

"Wait for someone. Wait for Si Qingheng."