Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 410 Inheritance of the Primordial Spirit 1
This is indeed a rare opponent!

He flew up, stood in the air, and stood opposite the man in the golden robe.

At this time, the handsome man realized that the ground beneath his feet was not empty, but was supported by a layer of transparent material that looked like clouds, but definitely had a sense of substance.

The slightly cool chill emerges from the soles of the feet, making people feel that they are not suspended in the air, but standing on the surface of the lake that has slightly condensed into a thin layer of ice in early winter.

It's just this thin layer of ice that can't be seen.

Looking up, the entire foothold is a circular floating space of about forty square meters.

Standing on it, the beautiful man can see the crystal clear pond. Thinking of the fierce and strange lake water, the beautiful man feels that this is a high-risk arena.

The prizes are amazing, but equally, the dangers are pretty scary too!

Just as he was thinking, a mechanical voice rang in his ears.

"Welcome to the Tomb of Death. You are the [-]th challenger since the establishment of this tomb. Good luck." After speaking, the voice disappeared.

"What kind of crap, I don't even talk about the rules." The handsome man couldn't help cursing.

"Didn't I tell you that if you beat me, you will get my primordial spirit, if you can't beat me, then you will sink to the bottom of the water and stay here forever." The man in the golden robe chuckled.

People who challenged in the past, either fell into the pond before passing through the barrier, or came up, just wanting to get bloody, and in their eyes, they were fighting except for fighting.

This young man in red is interesting, he has never seen such a calm and composed man.

"Then can I go back on my word?"

The handsome man glanced at the man in the golden robe who was interested, and couldn't help asking.

After entering this transparent high platform, he realized how deceitful his impulsiveness was.The strength of the man in the golden robe was far more than what he had seen on the surface.

Standing opposite him, he could still clearly see the breathtaking coercion emanating from him.This kind of coercion is different from the coercion he felt on the ground.

If the coercion felt on the ground is the coercion of a male lion standing far away, then the feeling now is that one has already pounced on himself, opened its bloody mouth, and is about to bite off the neck artery. A trembling and tense feeling.

It's dangerous, really dangerous!
The handsome flower boy looked around with a heavy expression on his face.

"Don't look at it, the life and death arena in the Tomb of Death is not a place for children's play. No matter who is on this arena, unless they can beat me, they can only die on it." The man in the golden robe reminded him funny road.He is not the first person to ask this question, but the answer he gave is still the same.

Don't want to die?Then fight!
"Then there is no choice?"

Before the words were finished, the aura surged, and the slender figure of the handsome man turned into a bolt of lightning, and shot at the man in the golden robe so fast that it was hard to catch.

The man in the golden robe reacted almost at the same time. At the moment when the handsome boy made a move, he quickly circulated the strength of his whole body, and at the moment of speeding up, he greeted the handsome boy at the speed of a rocket.

Between lightning and thunder, the two had already fought.

The showdown between the beautiful boy and the man in the golden robe also started the real showdown at this moment.

The white light danced, and the black light swept across.

Like a spirit snake, a long black whip came across his head and covered his face, and the whistling sound of piercing the air was very cold.

(End of this chapter)