Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 277 The Aesthetics of Violence

Black clouds, mist, bloody days...

A few years later, the Rakshasa Region is still the same as before. The sky over the desolate black scorched land is covered with black clouds, and there are even low-lying places shrouded in mist. I don't know what will suddenly come out of it.

In the sky covered by black clouds, a black slit appeared that seemed to tear the sky apart, and a figure was thrown into the air, landing on the desolate scorched land.

This person was Ye Ling who had been taken in by the cracks in the outside world. He was wearing a purple-gold robe and holding an amethyst long sword. There was a deep cold light in his eyes, as if he was surprised or puzzled.

"Weird breath, disgusting!"

Ye Ling raised his head and looked at the bloody sun in the sky. The air around him was full of extremely strong fierceness. Ye Lingjian frowned slightly against the ferocious aura that was blocked, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Quack~"

At the same time, in the plain in the distance, there was a group of dense white figures floating in the air. They seemed to smell the smell of outsiders, and slowly approached Ye Ling.

Just right to try out the newly acquired domain!

A light flashed in Ye Ling's eyes. He was worried that he had no targets and no place to experiment with new fields. Just in time, these ghosts came.

Looking at the group of ghosts approaching slowly, Ye Ling's right hand slightly tightened the Ruthless Sword in his hand, and the vast ocean-like soul power rushed towards the Ruthless Sword. Stimulated by this soul power, the Ruthless Sword began to bloom Go out in bright brilliance.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's soul power was rippling all over his body, driving his figure into a purple streamer, rushing into the group of ghosts. Ye Ling's intrusion was like a hungry wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, killing wildly In progress.

Ye Ling didn't use any soul skills at first, including the new field he wanted to test, but just used the Rueling Sword to make some simple upward picks, horizontal cuts and so on.

It was these simple actions that set off a large white flame in the group of ghosts, which was the scene of ghosts returning to the Rakshasa domain after their bodies died.

The surrounding ghosts are densely packed, countless, and Ye Ling's figure is dancing among them, with a purple and strange streamer flashing on him, making him look like an emperor who is fighting against demons.

"Is it just empty-handed?"

The arc of purple sword shadow flashed, leaving a piece of pure land around Ye Ling. Looking at the group of ghosts who continued to gather around him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

These ghosts are too weak, compared to human soul masters, the highest here is no more than the realm of the soul emperor, and the lowest is even the ghosts of soul masters.

"sword!"

Ye Ling raised his head and raised the Unfeeling Sword over his head, purple streamers flashed in his eyes, and he said a word lightly in his mouth. In the Unfeeling Sword, a burst of extreme chill suddenly gushed out, covering a kilometer away in an instant.

All the ghosts within the range were instantly frozen, turning into a series of purple ice sculptures, falling from the sky, falling to the ground, and turning into powder.

This is not the effect of Ye Ling's soul skill, but that he released the sword intent of the Heartless Sword, which is infinitely close to the ultimate ice attribute, directly freezing the thousand-meter-long land completely.

This is still the power of his unfeeling sword intent that has not reached its peak. When his unfeeling sword intent really reaches its peak, the sword intent released will be the absolute extreme chill, freezing the world in a single thought!

"Too weak!"

Ye Ling said quietly, his eyes glanced around calmly, as if he was looking for other ghosts, but all the ghosts in this thousand-meter land were frozen and killed by him, how could there be any survivors!

"Hey~"

At this moment, when Ye Ling was looking around, a golden light and shadow broke through the black clouds in the sky, and rushed towards Ye Ling in a straight line.

That figure was like descending from a god, holding a sword in her hand, wearing a golden armor, and three pairs of wings swaying gently on her back, making her hit the ground like a meteor for a moment.

"Boom~"

The golden light fell into the scorched earth, setting off a piece of gravel that radiated in all directions. In the huge pothole, a beautiful figure like an angel loomed.

This figure is holding a golden long sword, with six wings hanging on both sides of the back, and the golden light in the eyes is extremely sacred, as if it is beyond the mortal world.

There was a black figure like a lizard under her feet. Ye Ling looked intently, and it turned out to be a mutated ghost. That ghost was like a human-shaped lizard, except that its lower body was not legs, but A cloud of dark mist looks extremely strange.

"呲~"

Just as Ye Ling was seriously looking at the ghost, this beautiful figure that looked like an angel moved. She raised the holy sword in her hand and slashed at the mutated ghost at her feet.

"Gah~"

With one strike of the sword, one of the mutated ghost's claws was thrown high and landed in front of Ye Ling. After the claw was separated from the ghost's body, white smoke began to rise and gradually turned into a puddle of blood.

"呲~"

The beautiful woman raised the holy sword again, and just when Ye Ling thought she was going to kill the mutated ghost, her blade suddenly deflected slightly and chopped off the other claw of the mutated ghost.

"Boom~"

After doing this, she raised the holy sword and pierced it through the head of the mutated ghost.

"Quack~"

The ear-piercing voice came from the mouth of this mutated ghost, as if it was finally relieved, and Ye Ling heard a smile of relief.

"People from Wuhundian?"

Withdrawing the holy sword from the dead ghost, the figure raised its head, and its long golden hair spread out to the sides, revealing a charming face that was all over the world. Qian Renxue who was taking the divine test.

Hearing the sound, Ye Ling looked away from Youhun, looked up at Qian Renxue, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the imprint in his heart sent him a message.

The woman in front of him is the target of his entry into the Rakshasa Domain, the successor to the God of Angels!
"Ye Ling!"

Before Ye Ling recovered from the news, Qian Renxue, who was standing opposite him, suddenly exclaimed, and even dropped the holy sword in her hand to the ground.

"You know me too?" Ye Ling's expression changed slightly, as if he was surprised that people knew him everywhere he went.

Qian Renxue didn't answer his question, but controlled the soul power in her body, let the golden brilliance dissipate, the armor on her body also turned into starlight and disappeared, and the six wings on her back converged. For the appearance of an aristocratic lady in pale gold luxurious clothes.

The golden costume is inlaid with precious stones, and the golden hair hangs on both sides of the shoulders. On the stunning face, there is a smile that is overwhelming, which makes the surroundings dyed with a layer of halo that Ye Ling can't describe, as if The ferocious aura around him slowly subsided under this smile.

Qian Renxue looked at Ye Ling silently, with joy, surprise, and doubt in her eyes. These expressions flashed through her eyes one by one. Finally, after she hesitated for a long time, she opened her mouth...

"Why did you become like this?"

(End of this chapter)