Douluo's first sword

Chapter 251 Killing in Prison [First update!Ask for a subscription and ask for a monthly pass]

A steamed bun was obviously not enough to fill Fang Xuan's stomach after two or three days of hunger. Instead, it directly triggered the hell of hunger. The strong appetite crazily stimulated the nerves, making those clear black pupils gradually covered with bloodshot eyes.

"Bring..."

Fang Xuan turned his eyes away, and stared coldly at a man with a scar not far away.

"Uh...here, here you are."

The man with the scar was stunned, remembering Fang Xuan's fierce performance just now, his face showed a look of fear, he walked over timidly, and handed the uneaten steamed bun to Fang Xuan.

The moment the steamed bun was put into Fang Xuan's hand, a look of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the man with the scar, his right hand suddenly rose up, turned into a ferocious iron claw, and crazily rushed towards Fang Xuan's throat.

However, he was a step slower, Fang Xuan swung his fist ahead of time, the wind of the fist tore through the air, and slammed hard on the scarred man's face, smashing his head with one punch.

"Come on, brothers, fight this guy!"

At the same time, the remaining three criminals in the cell had ferocious faces, roared, waved their iron fists, and rushed to kill Fang Xuan frantically.

Although their soul power was sealed, they used to be ruthless and merciless. Each of them had tens or hundreds of lives in their hands. How could they be willing to be threatened by a cripple with a broken leg.

"Good time, come one and I'll kill one, come two and I'll kill one pair!"

Fang Xuan's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were sharp. At this moment, his black hair danced wildly, as if he had become the invincible God of War who fought against the Pope of the Spirit Hall again.

Although his whole body was seriously injured and his soul power was sealed, his body was still stronger than ordinary people. Under the tempering of various immortal grasses, his physical strength is now comparable to steel, more than ten times stronger than ordinary people!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were burning like torches, he raised his right hand, and smashed his fist against the fist of a blond man. The strength of the fist swept through the void, and he forcibly smashed his entire right arm, blood flowed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"what……"

The blond man screamed terribly, covered his broken arm and cried out in pain: "My right arm, my right arm!"

"die!"

At the same time, the other two came, and aimed their fists at Fang Xuan's head and slammed down!

"You are the ones who died!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out the soft sword hidden in his belt with his right hand. The icy light of the sword pierced the darkness like the dawn, and cut through the necks of the two people like lightning, and the two bloody heads rolled to the ground.

This is the fine steel soft sword made for him by the old lunatic many years ago. The blade is slender and soft, but it is extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud. He has been hiding it in his belt and carrying it with him, hiding it as a means of saving his life. Even Wuhundian didn't find the existence of this sword.

I remember that night in Tiandou City, he was just a little soul master, facing a soul sect-level assassin, helpless, almost killed, in the end it was this soft sword that saved him and helped him catch him by surprise. Killed that soul sect!

Now, Fang Xuan is physically disabled, lost all his soul power, and the situation is far more dangerous than before, and this sharp soft sword undoubtedly installed a pair of fangs on him now!

In less than a second, three people were killed in a row. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, the blond man couldn't help but shudder coldly, showing fear. At this moment, he finally understood that he had offended him. It's not a sick tiger, but a real evil star!

"No...don't...I am willing to surrender to you, please don't kill me!"

The blond man with the broken arm looked at Fang Xuan with fear in his eyes, fell to his knees with a "plop", and desperately begged the latter for mercy.

"Die!"

Two cold lights burst out from his eyes, Fang Xuan kicked his left leg against the wall, and with great strength, shot out like a cheetah. The long sword pierced the darkness, and forcibly split the blond man, breaking his body into pieces. Two cuts, blood spatter!

After solving these five criminals, the prison finally calmed down!

Fang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, finally he didn't have to guard against the attacks from all around all the time, as soon as his tense nerves relaxed, a sharp, piercing pain came from all over his body.

"Hey~ it hurts!"

Even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but twitched in pain and rolled all over the floor. The battle just now directly caused the wounds all over his body to burst, blood overflowed, and the injuries became more and more serious.

Looking down at the hideous and serious injuries, Fang Xuan couldn't help frowning. If he could break through the seal, he would be able to heal all the injuries in an instant with the strong healing power of the Nine Heart Begonia.

But now, his martial spirit is sealed, he can't use Jiuxin Haitang, and the wound on his body has festered and thickened. If this continues, he may be directly infected and die!

"Tch, the situation is really bad!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth, wiped off the blood on the soft sword with his sleeve, and hid it in his belt. Then he dragged his broken leg against the black wall, took a few breaths, and picked up the pile of straw. With a piece of steamed bun on the table, and a bowl of cold water, I started to eat quietly.

In the case of such a serious injury, he especially needs to eat to replenish energy.

Three or four steamed buns were eaten, and a warm current gradually rose from the cold abdomen, and gradually spread to the limbs, making his cold and stiff body gradually warm up, and even the pale face appeared. color.

The next moment, Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with determination, and he began to treat the wound by himself. He first rinsed the wound on his body with cold water, and then used his hand as a knife to forcefully tear off the rotten and suppurated flesh from the wound.

One wound after another, tearing of rotten flesh after rotten flesh...

His eyeballs were bloodshot, his veins were bulging, and he kept repeating this cruel and painful action, with bean-sized beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

If it were an ordinary person, let alone cleaning up the rotten flesh on the wound, even if he took a look at it, he might faint from fright, but Fang Xuan's will is so tenacious, in the midst of countless life and death killings , has already developed a strong willpower like steel.

Gritting his teeth, enduring the pain, he tore off the rotten flesh piece by piece, rinsed it with clean water, and then tore off a few pieces of clean cloth from the surrounding corpses, used them as bandages, and bandaged the wounds on his body one by one.

This process lasted for an hour.

When he finally healed the wound and connected the broken bones, his spirit reached a critical point, and if he waited a little longer, he might collapse directly.

"Whoo~"

Fang Xuan let out a long breath, and finally he didn't have to worry about wound infection for the time being.

"Papa! Papa—"

At this moment, a crisp applause suddenly resounded, causing Fang Xuan's nerves, which had just been relaxed, to tense up again, and he followed the source of the sound with vigilant eyes.

"Admiration! Admiration! You are indeed a peerless genius who can overwhelm all heroes and win the championship of the Soul Master Competition. Such a terrifying willpower. This seat really admires you more and more..."

A noble and dazzling figure came from the end of the darkness. The countless gemstones hanging on the gorgeous robes shone with moving light, illuminating the entire dark prison in an instant.

The man stood calmly at the door of the prison, with his hands behind his back, and with a smile on his face, he glanced at Fang Xuan in the prison with admiring eyes.

"Hehe, it is my honor to receive your praise!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were calm, he quietly stared at the graceful and luxurious figure, and calmly said: "Welcome, His Majesty the Pope!"

(End of this chapter)