Douluo's holy sword

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"Hey, this battle is getting bigger and bigger!" At the top of the city, a group of poking heads clicked their tongues.

From the heights, they could see that a lot of people had gathered at the gate of the city, and they were all here to join in the fun.

Even if more than guards tried hard to maintain order and drive away irrelevant people, but it seemed to have little effect.

Moreover, they looked around and saw that there were still a lot of people coming here in the city.

"In this Martial Soul City, the powerhouse of the Soul Emperor level, which is rare elsewhere, is not a big shot." Anton said in a low voice.

In Wuhun City, although it cannot be said that there are as many soul emperors as dogs, and soul saints walk everywhere, they are definitely not rare.

"However, you must know that according to the regulations in Wuhun City, all soul masters are only allowed to fight in special venues, and are not allowed to fight in public places."

"Not to mention... fighting at the gate of Wuhun City."

In this Wuhun City, which seems to have been so peaceful even a hundred years ago, this kind of thing is definitely extremely rare, and it can be used as a good change in the ordinary life.

"These two guys are playing a bit lawless." Yan Hao couldn't help sighing when he saw the two huge forces raging at the gate of the city and the dilapidated venue.

"Did these two guys never think about stopping it at all?" Zhu Shize, a man with weaker soul power, felt a little tingling in his eyes after fighting for a while.

This is more than a point!This is clearly a shot with all its strength!

Anton was the strongest among the crowd, with the best eyesight, and he could see more clearly than the crowd.

Because of this, he became more and more frightened.

A madman and a stubborn collide, what happens?

Just like what he saw in front of his eyes, until he nodded, even more than making a full-out attack, this was a life-and-death struggle!

From what he saw just now, Yu Hang's halberd nearly pierced Mordred's vitals at least twice, but at the critical moment, it was slightly resisted by Mordred with his martial spirit, and the position was deflected. Or it is to forcibly twist the body to avoid the vital point.

And the long sword in Ye Yao's hand cut more than seven large and small wounds on Yu Hang's body.

Among them, the most dangerous one was at Hang's neck.

At that time, if Yu Hang hadn't tilted his head back vigilantly, that sword would have cut Yu Hang's throat, or even cut off his head.

crazy!crazy!It's crazy!Anton shook his head, his face showing horror.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really, no matter how many times I watch Mordred fight, I will always be so frightened." He Wuyan saw Yu Hang's martial spirit pass through Ye Yao's waist again and again. , failed to cause any harm, he took a long breath and laughed.

"Who said it wasn't?" Fang Cheng sighed.

"Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my heart, otherwise, sooner or later, I would really be scared by him."

To watch Mordred's battle, you must have an absolutely good heart, otherwise, you will feel very uncomfortable.

"Normal people will try their best to avoid a fatal attack, and there will be no other thoughts in their mind." He Wuyan said in a low voice.

"But Mordred is different."

"Even under the most dangerous attack, he still wants to attack."

"He will use the least number of moves, not trying to completely avoid fatal injuries, but only asking him to cause, uh, less injuries, and then take this opportunity to send the long sword in his hand into the opponent's heart."

"Even if he is injured, he is not afraid. Even if he bleeds, he is still smiling. The sword in his hand never defends, but always attacks. Surrounded by the violent red thunder, it dances on the tip of the sword..."

"Is that why he is called the 'Red Beast'?" Fang Cheng said with emotion.

This kind of fighting method has great benefits and high risks, and it is indeed possible to win the strong with the weak, and win the many with the few/

However, without that beast-like fighting intuition and almost instinctive fighting consciousness, ordinary people would definitely not survive three days if they fought in his way.

However, not only has he been alive and kicking until now, but he has also made countless military exploits, which can only be said to be unimaginable.

He Wuyan didn't answer.

He felt his chest hurt again.

At the beginning, when Mordred came to the branch hall of Star Luo City, it took a very short time to get everyone's approval.

The means he used were not superb, and could even be said to be very direct.

Faced with many doubts and disdain, he chose the roughest path.

He beat all the soul emperors in the branch hall once.

In the end, no one was able to last fifty rounds in his hands.

Afterwards, he even challenged the only three soul saints in the branch hall.

Facing the challenge of a soul emperor's junior, the three soul saints did not use their soul avatars because of their identities.

Originally this was no big problem.

but……

"You bastard!" Fang Cheng couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

"Fight hard to catch my fifth soul skill, and give me a kick too!"

"Just be satisfied, it was just a kick..." He Wuyan seemed to be recalling some unbearable past events, his face was extremely ugly.

"That guy just hit me with a sword in the chest! TND! I even suspected that guy wanted to kill me!"

Although that sword was limited by its strength, in the end it only cut a wound on his chest, which can only be regarded as a moderate injury.

However, Mordred's piercing eyes at that time, as well as the fleeting chill in his chest, still left him with lingering fears.

"With our strength, we don't need the spirit avatar. If we want to subdue this guy, we can only rely on procrastination." Fang Cheng sighed.

It was dragged until his accumulated injuries exploded, until his soul power was exhausted, until he no longer had the strength to resist.

In other words, as long as he still has some resistance, others can't control him at all.

"The person you said to deal with this matter hasn't come yet?" Fang Cheng couldn't help asking.

"How long have you been fighting! There are more than one circle of people around!"

"What's the hurry, wait! Wait!" He Wuyan remained calm, as steady as an old dog.

No one knew that he was actually panicking in his heart.

Something is wrong! Why hasn’t anyone stopped this yet?

I won't talk about Title Douluo, but it's not too much for a Contra to handle this matter!

But what about people!

He Wuyan didn't know that at this moment, the person who dealt with the matter he was thinking about had actually arrived here.

"Nonsense! Really nonsense!" An old man with white hair and beard but a strict Chinese face was standing in a corner of the city gate, trembling with anger.

"How many years has it been... since Wuhun City was built, how many years has it been since anyone dared to use weapons at the gate of Wuhun City!" Contra, who was temporarily regarded as the top leader of the city's guard team, jumped to his feet and yelled.

"Great rebellion! I'm going to give him to..." The Contra's brows could no longer bear the anger, and he was about to take a step to understand this farce.

"Why are you so anxious?" In front of him, a sloppy old man squatted on the ground, took a sip of wine, and said leisurely.

Strangely enough, the two were completely different in terms of clothing, image, and temperament. However, after the sloppy old man spoke, the powerful Contra stopped in his tracks.

"Elder Seven, you..." Contra said hesitantly.

"Isn't this good? Look again, look again..." the seventh elder said with a smile.

"This matter concerns the face of our Spirit Hall..."

"Face is not lost because of a fight between two little guys at the city gate." The seventh elder put the wine bottle in front of him and said calmly.

"Face is made by us punching punch after punch!"

"Ask, do the seven major sects dare to laugh at us? I won't say much about the next four sects. They don't even have a single Contra. I wouldn't dare to give them more courage."

"Does the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect dare? They don't dare either! They only have the old dragon who is still supporting independently, and they are not connected. stage of debilitation."

"Although I heard that two geniuses have appeared in the younger generation, it is a pity that they are too young. Whether they can become a titled Douluo is unknown, and whether the old dragon can become a titled Douluo when his time comes is also unknown... "

The seventh elder silently added a word in his heart.

Not to mention... the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect may not be able to last until then.

"Does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which has been expanding in power over the years, dare? Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and the number one assistant soul master, Ning Fengzhi, are so majestic!"

"It's a pity that they don't dare. Because the direct descendants of the Qibao Glazed Sect are only auxiliary soul masters after all."

Even with the protection of many recruited soul masters, his own weakness is still an unavoidable weakness.

And this weakness, to a large extent, is also the biggest Achilles' heel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in their plan.

"Does Haotianzong, the number one sect in the world, dare? They don't dare, otherwise, they wouldn't have shrunk their sect for more than ten years, and there would be no disciples from the sect walking in the world."

It's a pity that due to the agreement between the great envoy and the incoming Haotian Douluo, Wuhun Palace cannot set foot in the Haotian Sect's sect, otherwise...

"As long as our Spirit Hall still has enough power to intimidate the mainland, then no one in the world will dare to laugh at our Spirit Hall!" The seventh elder, who was squatting on the ground like a homeless man, said at this moment, actually So overbearing.

"Yes!" Rao Yi Contra was only ninety years old, and he couldn't help but feel excited at this moment.

"Now, shut up." The Seventh Elder said without looking back.

"Don't disturb me watching the show."

He looked at the two people who were fighting, as if looking at two rising suns.

That is the new blood of Wuhundian, and it is also the future.

At this moment, the two entangled figures in the arena suddenly separated after a brief stalemate.

Ye Yao's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he slid backwards without stopping, plowing out two deep marks on the ground.

At this moment, Ye Yao's originally neat clothes already had a lot of tatters, bloodstains were faintly visible on his left arm, right thigh, and waist and abdomen.

Ye Yaochang took a breath, moved his sore and numb arms, and laughed, "Not bad! Enough!"

Yu Hang took several steps in succession and stepped heavily on the ground, leaving deep footprints. Finally, the spurge touched the ground and stopped his body.

He looked at ten large and small sword marks of different shades on his body, and his original rigid face became even more angry.

He reached out his hand to wipe away a strand of blood from his mouth, and then forcibly stabilized his trembling right hand.

Compared with the long sword, in terms of weight, he undoubtedly has the advantage.

He is also confident that when the soul rings are equal and he has the advantage in soul power, he should have the upper hand in terms of strength.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

The beast-like man in front of him was actually superior to him in terms of pure strength in the previous round of competition.

On the long sword that doesn't seem to be too heavy, there is a steady stream of huge force passing over it.

It’s a tough one!

He originally had a heart lake like stagnant water, not only because of the man in front of him, there was a turbulent wave that symbolized anger, but also there was a long-lost undercurrent called fighting spirit.

want to win!want to win!

Yu Hang's spurge crossed the ground, and for the first time, his eyes, which had always been calm, were so vivid.

For the first time since birth, he had such a strong stream of conviction.

He wants to win!He wants to defeat the man in front of him!He wants to personally make him pay the price for such a rebellious and rule-breaking behavior!

So, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, six soul rings with the best ages appeared on his body.

If we say that the contest just now was the most primitive sword-to-sword confrontation, a life-and-death struggle.

So, start now. They were about to enter a battle that truly belonged to the soul masters.

Soul masters, the reason why they are soul masters is because they have soul power, soul rings, and existence called soul skills.

A soul master who doesn't use soul skills to fight, what kind of soul master is he!

"That's right!" Ye Yao laughed again.

"That's it! Make me more happy!"

The same six soul rings also moved up and down on his body.

"Crazy dog." The Seventh Elder looked at the smile on Ye Yao's face and couldn't help admiring.

However, although the words are not good, there is no disgust or disgust in his words, but full of appreciation.

"Where did this young man come from?" Contra was a little shocked.

"You can actually fight this guy Yu Hang to such an extent."

He is Yu Hang's immediate boss, so he is very clear about the talent and strength of this subordinate.

Although there are flaws in his character, his talent as a soul master is undoubted.

He is very clear that Yu Hang's strength is absolutely unique among all the existing soul emperors in the Wuhun Temple.

Even a veteran soul emperor whose soul power has been stagnant at level sixty-nine for three years cannot get any favors from Yuhang.

And this little-known boy in front of him actually had the upper hand in the first round?

"Did they come from Xingluo City?" The Seventh Elder looked at the group of people behind Ye Yao, and seemed to recognize their origin.

"Then this kid is the one named Mordred?" The seventh elder suddenly realized.

"I said that the old guy was exaggerating before, but now it seems...that he is telling the truth?"

"With a talent better than him, he can't fight. I can't fight better than him...I really can't find anyone in the same level? Even if there is, it is probably not as good as his talent."

"Tsk tsk tsk, yes, yes..." The Seventh Elder's eyes suddenly became eager when he looked at Ye Yao.

The way he looked at Ye Yao was no longer as if he were looking at an outstanding junior, but as if he were looking at an uncut jade.

"Hehehe, Contra can't be taught, but that doesn't mean Titled Douluo can't be taught..."