Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 270 The Last Game

The murderous aura crisscrosses the sky and the earth, like bloody rivers, galloping through this ancient and dark underground city.

Half a year later, in the killing field of hell, nine broken corpses were scattered. Ye Ling held the heartless sword, bleeding from the tiger's mouth. It was obvious that he had just experienced a difficult battle.

This is already his No.90 nine-game winning streak. As long as there is one more game, he can complete the hundred-game winning streak and meet the conditions for going to Hell Road.

"Ye Ling..."

As soon as Ye Ling walked out of the hell killing field, the crowd around him surrounded him. Looking at this group of people, Ye Ling's eyes flickered with coldness, and he was about to swing the heartless sword in his hand, but at this moment, a figure stood in front of him. In front of him, the short sword in his hand showed a cold light, flashing with killing intent, and guarded Ye Ling behind him.

This figure is Hu Liena. Ever since Ye Ling admitted that his name was Ye Ling half a year ago, every time he enters the hell killing field and then comes out, Hu Liena will come on time and help him block the group of people who want to kill him while he is weak. Fallen.

It's already been countless times, and Ye Ling doesn't know how Hu Liena did it. After her own game, she still has the energy to come over to help him.

"Step aside!"

Ye Ling raised his head, and the dark purple eyes were shining with a strange scarlet, which was the killing intent condensed to an extreme, which had been transformed into substance.

The Heartless Sword was lifted up by Ye Ling, and on the blade like a purple crystal, there was a strange purple-red sword energy, which was a combination of his own heartless sword energy and killing energy.

"Get out of the way, don't stop me from killing people!"

Ye Ling spoke again, with a strong killing intent in his tone, stretched out his left hand, pulled Hu Liena standing in front of him behind him, and swung the heartless sword in his hand suddenly.

The murderous aura that seemed to tear apart the space spewed out from the Rueling Sword and covered the surroundings. At the same time, Ye Ling's figure disappeared from Hu Liena's eyes in an instant. When she realized it, Ye Ling Ling had already rushed into this group of people, his sword light was flickering, bringing up patches of blood.

The sky of the killing capital was gloomy, and the strange purple sun was hanging in the sky. On the street below, there was a figure dressed in purple, like a killing machine. There was a burst of blood.

One corpse fell, two corpses fell... More and more, blood stained Ye Ling's robe, blood stained his mask, and he was like a demon from hell, mercilessly harvesting life.

The killing intent was still surging, but there was no one on the street. There were corpses everywhere, and the blood stained the street red. They gathered together and finally flowed into the scarlet river outside the killing field of hell.

"呲~"

Finally, Ye Ling exhausted his physical strength, knelt down on one knee suddenly, pierced the heartless sword into the crack of the stone, and in a pair of bewitching purple-red eyes, a strong sense of exhaustion flowed.

The surroundings began to become blurred, and Ye Ling's eyes slowly closed, and his figure fell to one side.

……

"Hmm~"

When Ye Ling opened his eyes again, three full days had passed since the day of his 99-game winning streak.

"It's my fault! Facing the siege of nine fallen people with soul powers at level [-], it is not easy to win, but you actually resisted hundreds of people and killed them from the killing field of hell!"

Ye Ling shook his head, sat up from the bed, felt the rushing aura of killing in his body, and immediately sat down cross-legged, his consciousness sank into his body, and began to guide this aura of killing.

In Ye Ling's dantian, there is another murderous aura, but this murderous aura has turned into almost substantial sword aura, and it has begun to absorb the killing intent from all over his body to strengthen himself .

After a long time, Ye Ling opened his eyes, feeling all the murderous aura restrained in his dantian, he slowly got out of bed.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded, and Ye Ling subconsciously summoned the Unfeeling Sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the door, but after he saw the person coming, he slowly put down the Unfeeling Sword in his hand, and his vigilant spirit calmed down .

"woke up!"

Hu Liena walked in from the door, looked at Ye Ling who had woken up and said with a smile,
"Well, thank you!"

Ye Ling's tone was extremely flat. Although he guessed that it was Hu Liena who brought him back, his tone did not soften a bit, which made Hu Liena, who had come in happily, suddenly lose more than half of her mood.

"Although I don't know how you became what you are now, you must have experienced a lot since the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School..." Hu Liena lowered her eyes and said slowly,
Hearing this, Ye Ling touched his face fiercely, the mask that was originally worn on his face was gone, revealing a delicate and handsome face.

"What about things?"

Ye Ling said in a deep voice, a dangerous arc flashed in his eyes, and the killing intent in his body surged out instantly, enveloping Hu Liena.

Feeling the surging killing intent, Hu Liena froze for a moment at first, and then a grievance welled up from the bottom of her heart, making the rims of her eyes slightly rosy.

"Who cares about your things, here they are!"

Hu Liena took out a blood-stained silver mask from her bosom, threw it into Ye Ling's hands, blinked a few times with extreme aggrieved eyes, turned her head and ran out.

Watching Hu Liena leave, Ye Ling lowered his head and put on the silver mask again, all the murderous intent in his eyes subsided, and he looked at her leaving back calmly. After a long time, he slowly grasped the heartless sword and walked out.

……

Stepping into the killing field of hell again, Ye Ling found that the auditorium was no longer as crowded as it was when he first came. At this time, there were only a few people in the auditorium, looking at Ye Ling with extremely fearful eyes.

Ye Ling walked into the arena, glanced around, and found some familiar figures, the black-robed man who had been serving as the referee for the Hell Slaughtering Field match, and Hu Liena who had just left from her.

Ye Ling's eyes flicked across them, and finally fell on the young man with sea blue long hair standing closest to the edge. This man was exactly Tang San who entered the Slaughter City after Ye Ling.

"Because there are not enough contestants in the Hell Slaughtering Fields, so this time, I will be your opponent for the hundred-game winning streak!"

The man in the black robe slowly lifted the black robe that was draped behind him, his scarlet pupils looked in Ye Ling's direction, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with Ye Ling's massacre of the fallen in the killing capital, and the last opponent of this hundred-game winning streak was killed in Ye Ling's massacre three days ago, which led to the current situation. No entry.

"I... one of the managers of the Slaughter City, a level 81 Soul Douluo, if I use the first three soul skills, the three of you defeat me, and you will win the final victory!"

The man's voice was unusually cold, with some disdain mixed in, his eyes swept over the three of Ye Ling, his eyes suddenly froze, eight soul rings gushed out from behind him, and a scarlet snake figure emerged from behind him.

This is his martial soul: bloodthirsty dragon python, and this is also the reason why he was promoted to the manager by the King of Slaughter at the level of Contra.

"Game start!"

(End of this chapter)