When Zhang Han came out of the inner world, he found that he had returned to the real world. He was quietly inserted on the ground, and two soul beads were strung on the black string at the end of the handle.


    One is the world of the matrix, and the other is the world of death.


    Around, the celebration scene has been removed, and Thomas and others don''t know where to go.


    When Zhang Han found a convenience store and learned the exact time, he found that a whole year had passed!


    "Well, the matter of this plane is over, and there is no need to say goodbye to them." Zhang Han thought to himself. When Xiaoji finished refining the rules incorporated into the space, he was ready to cross the next plane.


    After that, in a month, Zhang Han visited New York, an international metropolis.


    As a loser in his previous life, let alone going abroad, he went out of the province only a few times. None of the three planes he had crossed before was similar to that in his previous life. Therefore, when he came to this world, Zhang Han went abroad in a real sense.


    Because of the existence of the God of death, I have been unable to enjoy the beautiful scenery abroad. Now there is no pressure, which just makes up for the wish of my previous life.


    When Xiaoji successfully refined the space and rules, Zhang Han came to a remote place in the suburbs, ready to break through the space and cross to the next plane.


    Suddenly, Zhang Han felt bursts of amazing spiritual pressure, like a towering mountain pressing on himself.


    Boom!


    Zhang Han''s body could not help sinking. His feet fell into the concrete ground. The ground under his feet seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, cracking countless cobweb like cracks.


    "How is this... Possible?"


    What kind of existence can have such a strong strength, only rely on spiritual pressure, will press the vice captain level himself too hard to move!


    Zhang Han was stiff and turned his head in horror. A faint light flashed in his eyes. A man in a black robe appeared not far away.


    The long robe hung on the ground, the hood covered the head, and the whole body was like a black hole. Under the bright sun, no light could be reflected.


    Zhang Han''s spiritual pressure can already sense a radius of six kilometers. However, if the naked eye did not see the existence of the mysterious man, the spiritual pressure did not sense anything at all.


    If the other party has a bad intention and attacks directly from behind, I''m afraid he doesn''t even have the power to fight back!


    Thinking of this, the sweat on Zhang Han''s face dripped down like rain and asked in horror, "who are you? Why can''t my spirit pressure feel your existence?"


    For a long time, spiritual pressure has always been the most basic factor for Zhang Han to overcome the enemy.


    Whether it''s fighting, sensing, restoring strength, or anything else, spiritual pressure is as indispensable to Zhang Han as hands and feet.


    However, today, the mysterious man who appeared inexplicably in front of him broke all this. How can this not frighten Zhang Han?


    "Your eyes will deceive you, your ears will deceive you, and the feeling will deceive you. Similarly, the spirit pressure is the same!" the hoarse and low voice came to Zhang Han''s face with a terrible chill, which made Zhang Han''s hair rise all over his body and his body tremble slightly.


    To Zhang Han''s despair, he didn''t even have the courage to draw a knife in front of this mysterious man!


    "Don''t play tricks on me, have the ability to show your true face!" Zhang hanqiang pressed his inner fear and shouted.


    "It''s too weak!" the mysterious man ignored Zhang Han''s cry and whispered, "why is it so weak?"


    "He was swept out of his nest like garbage, wandering around like a wild dog, sometimes barking at the bright moon in the sky, but he didn''t dare to stretch out his claws and take even one step to the sky!"


    what?!


    Who the hell is this guy of unknown origin? Why do you know about yourself? Is he someone he knows well?


    Zhang Han bit his lower lip, and the bloody smell came into his mouth, constantly stimulating his taste buds, so as to forget the horror of the mysterious man. He drew a knife and roared, "whoever you are, die for me!"


    "Crescent sky rush!"


    The bloody giant crescent shot out rapidly along Zhang Han''s chopping blow, and blasted towards the mysterious man opposite with a majestic momentum.


    The mysterious man didn''t move. He just raised his right hand with black gloves, grabbed a huge knife awn tens of meters long and squeezed it gently.


    The crescent Tianchong released by Zhang Han was crushed by him!


    "How is that possible?!"


    Even though he has overestimated the strength of the mysterious man without limit, Zhang Han still showed an unbelievable look when the other party lightly crushed his crescent sky.


    You know, this is the crescent sky rush released by the vice captain himself, which is as powerful as the captain''s flat chop. Only people above the super captain level can break their own chop so easily.


    "Is this all your strength after crossing several planes? It''s really disappointing!" the mysterious man said again, "really, I can''t even mention the desire to fight you!"


    "Fall into the world, Xiaoji!"


    Zhang Han clenched his teeth and solved his soul chopping knife. At the same time, a mask had appeared on his face. The sudden surge of spiritual pressure turned into a white column of light and rose into the sky, stirring the clouds in the sky to pieces.


    At present, the strength of this mysterious man has reached a level that he can''t imagine. If he doesn''t show all his strength, I''m afraid he will really play gameover!


    "Asshole! Go to hell! Crescent cross!"


    Zhang Han held two swords in his hands and cut out angrily in front of him at the same time.


    For a moment, a pale blue white crescent appeared on the edge, with a secret transparent crescent, cutting at the mysterious man in a cross shape.


    Before the blade came, the cold wind blew the mysterious man''s robe. Strangely, the mysterious man seemed to have no body. Under his clothes, it was dark and could not see anything clearly.


    The mysterious man stretched out his right hand again, held the cross shaped crescent from the sharp cut, and squeezed it gently


    "Sleeping trough! Is that ok?!"


    The crescent cross in the state of beginning to solve and masked is absolutely comparable to the full strength of the captain level master. Such a powerful chop still can''t escape the understatement of the mysterious man!


    "How did this happen? Why?"


    Zhang Han''s face was gloomy and his hands hung low on his side, as if all his fighting spirit had been crushed by the mysterious man''s hand!


    "Let me tell you why!"


    A low, hoarse voice came into my ears again, "because you''re not strong enough!"


    "Unfortunately, I always thought that Zhang Hanjun could exist as my opponent. It''s really disappointing!"


    The mysterious man slowly raised his hands and lifted the hood on his head, revealing a face that frightened Zhang Han... Lanran!