Hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You are really naughty. However, since you refuse to say it, it doesn't matter. Killing you will put an end to it all. No one will know what you have been through, and no one will know where you died." As soon as the voice fell, he instantly attacked Hao'er, intending to kill him with one move.
However, just as he was about to make his move, Hao'er, who had been prepared, quickly dodged and kept his distance.
Seeing this, the man raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise: "I didn't expect it! Has it reached the Nascent Soul level? What a pity."
He didn't say what it was a pity, but Hao'er knew that what he meant by pity was that it was a pity that he would die in his hands.
The people in the dark watched but did not show up. It seemed that no one took the child seriously. Indeed, he was just a child. No one would take him seriously, and no one thought that he could leave here alive.
However, when they saw the child stretch out his hand and a long sword appeared in his hand, even the people in the dark showed a hint of surprise. The next moment, they saw the spiritual power surging in his body and he swung the sword towards the man.
But seeing his spiritual energy gathered on the sword blade, a sharp sword energy instantly emerged from the blade, and a whistling sound accompanied by a murderous breath instantly attacked the man opposite. The sword turned, and the sword flower flashed a cold light. In an instant, even the few people in the dark couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Swoosh! Whoosh!"
The man who was facing him saw the sharp sword energy coming towards him. The sword in the little boy's hand was so fast that only the shadow of the sword could be seen but not the blade. He couldn't help but become alert and more serious. He responded and dodged at the same time. However, when the two swords collided, a clanging sound accompanied by a sharp sound of blade whistled up. The chilling sound was like a sharp blade passing by, and it actually scraped several holes in his robe.
“Clang!”
"call out!"
In the large space, two people, one big and one small, were fighting. The children around were all stunned. No sound was made. They all lay inside the iron gate and watched the fighting scene. In their eyes, they only saw the cold light refracting and two figures, one big and one small, flashing by, which dazzled them and shocked them.
That child looked two or three years older than some of them, and some were even about the same age as him, but he was able to fight with the people here, so amazing...
Because of the commotion here, the men in black who had left earlier came back, but they did not come forward. Instead, they stood not far from the middle and watched.
"hiss!"
A gasp was heard as the man's shoulder was wounded by Bian Haoer's sword. He stepped back, covering the wound with his hands, unable to hide his shock. His bloodthirsty and fierce eyes glared at the little boy who also had several wounds on his body and whose clothes were stained red with blood.
At this time, the little boy had no less than ten wounds of varying sizes on his body. Some were relatively minor, just superficial wounds, but there was also a wound that exposed the bone. However, the little boy just pursed his lips, said nothing, not even a groan, and still looked like he was fighting to the death.
Even though he was stronger than him, he couldn't withstand his desperate fighting style. He was cut on the shoulder and retreated quickly, but the kid kept chasing him.