Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 327 Ding

"Master, this...you will have big problems if you go on like this."

The drop of silver soul blood exuding dreamy brilliance on the Asura Excalibur is still on the sword, the sword spirit of Asura Excalibur has not been absorbed.

"I know in my heart, don't waste it, forget about the other blood, and it's useless if the soul blood flows out." Yang Jian reluctantly responded to Shura's sword.

"But……"

"No but!" Yang Jian's voice became a little colder, he had no other intention, but just wanted to end this damn conversation as soon as possible.

Sure enough, the Asura Divine Sword fell silent, and after a while, the drop of soul blood disappeared, and a ray of silver light appeared on the body of the Asura Divine Sword.

Yang Jian finally stopped what he was doing, and he has already dealt with what he can, and the rest are not so easy to deal with, especially in this state.

One-fifth of the black fire was left, and the rest had been dyed into the deep layers of Yang Jian's flesh and organs.

Because the bone fragments exploded in the body, many of them were very deep. Only a quarter of them were picked out by Yang Jian, and at least hundreds of fragments remained in Yang Jian's body.

Most of the flesh and blood on his chest was cut off by Yang Jian. Now Yang Jian's appearance is a bit scary, and he can even see the looming heart through the breastbone.

There are still a few pieces of white bones in the heart, and there are even a few horrible wounds on the surface. It seems that a piece of the ventricle on the right is directly missing.

The wound on the surface was a few fragments that hadn't been penetrated thoroughly, and had been pulled out, and the incision was where a little black fire was touched.

Compared with the bone fragments, the black fire is more deadly, because the black fire will spread, although there is not much black fire left in Yang Jian's body.

But as long as it is not completely eradicated, the black fire will still increase. After reaching a certain critical point, Yang Jian may need to remove all flesh and blood from his body in order to eradicate the black fire.

But that's obviously impossible. Even if Yang Jian's vitality has exceeded the category of normal creatures, if he really removes all the flesh and blood and turns into a skeleton, Yang Jian can't survive.

Yang Jian knew that he had to get rid of those two as soon as possible, then destroy the dark clouds, and then return to Wuhun City to treat the injuries thoroughly.

But Yang Jian himself didn't know if he could make it back to Wuhun City. Yang Jian only knew that he had to do it, and he had to destroy Wu Yun.

He didn't think about whether he could do it, nor did he think about whether he could return to Wuhun City.

"It's coming, it's coming soon." Yang Jian comforted himself in his heart. It might not be appropriate to call it comfort.

The injury is getting worse and worse, and the deterioration is getting faster and faster, just like a vicious circle chain, Yang Jian is also getting weaker and weaker.

Yang Jian even wanted to try to freeze the time at his wound again, but the facts told him; it was impossible.

It's really impossible, Yang Jian's eyesight is almost at its limit, the outflow of soul blood is an early warning, ordinary people can't condense a drop of soul blood at all.

Divine blood or soul blood, as the name suggests, is the blood of the soul, and it takes at least tens of thousands of souls to condense a single drop of mixed soul blood.

And Yang Jian's drop can at least cover hundreds of mixed drops of soul blood. Yang Jian probably estimated that the amount of soul blood he can condense is more than two drops, less than three drops.

But you can't let these two drops stay completely, otherwise Yang Jian's soul will collapse, that is, his soul will fly away.

If Yang Jian wanted to re-condense the time at the wound, he would need to launch this move again. After launching this method, Yang Jian could not completely control it.

At least not yet, the time spent just recovering from the wound is to allow myself to exert strength, and the recovery only needs to slightly shift the illumination of the light.

Naturally, Yang Jian can barely do it, but it is not that simple to re-condense, not to mention how fine control is required to only condense the wound without affecting Yang Jian's body.

It's just that Yang Jian's current injury can't even shift the light as much as before.

Yang Jian is really suffering from internal and external troubles now, serious injuries to the body, and overloaded pressure on the soul, any of which is fatal.

But now, there are two layers of pressure on Yang Jian's head.

Finally, Yang Jian arrived, in front of Xie Huo and the evil soul master who shot the bone arrow.

Xie Huo stood on the ground with his hands behind his back, coldly watching a direction, the direction where Yang Jian was just now.

The evil soul master who shot the bone arrow was still pulling the tendons on his arm, and the three bone arrows landed on it at the same time, and the tendons were almost full.

The two were no exception, they were stiff.

Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to swing the Asura Excalibur in his hand, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.

The god's eyes are still emitting bright light, but soul blood has already begun to flow around the edge of the god's eyes.

Yang Jian fell to the ground, half-knelt on the ground while propping up the Asura Excalibur, and grabbed his head firmly with the other hand.

It just so happened that Xie Huo was right in front of Yang Jian, and even though his indifferent gaze was not looking directly at Yang Jian, it seemed to be mocking Yang Jian from the corner of his eye.

Yang Jian knew that this was all his illusion, he had to get up, but the severe pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

In other words, there have been cracks in the soul, and only the last straw is needed, and Yang Jian's soul will be torn to pieces.

"Hold on! It's already this time!" Yang Jian roared in his heart, and gradually, he let go of his left hand that was holding his head.

Supporting the Asura Excalibur with both hands, he stood up slowly.

After barely standing up, Yang Jian stood very unsteadily, as if he would fall at any time, but Yang Jian did not hesitate, and cut forward with the Asura Excalibur in his hand.

There was no trick to this sword cut, just like Yang Jian raised the Shura Divine Sword, and then handed the last trace of strength to the Shura Divine Sword, and then let Shura slash forward by inertia.

Although this sword does not have any earth-shattering power, the sharpness of the Asura Excalibur is enough.

The Asura Excalibur was in Yang Jian's right hand, so he first touched the arrow evil spirit master next to Xiehuo.

Although almost relying on inertia, Yang Jian still aimed at the direction without any hindrance, and the Asura Excalibur slashed across his neck.

Without any assistance, the brain fell off, and the blood did not flow out immediately, because its body was still in the category of time freezing.

But after he died, Yang Jian felt less stressed.

If one straw can overwhelm Yang Jian now, then the death of the evil soul master is a straw taken away from Yang Jian.

Although it is insignificant, it is still developing in a good direction, which is better than nothing.

Then, the Divine Sword of Shura struck Xie Huo's body, and after passing through the body of the evil soul master, the Divine Sword of Shura changed from a horizontal cut to a diagonal downward cut.

When it touched Xihuo, it was no longer the neck, but the shoulders, and this was because the evil soul master was slightly taller than Xihuo.

Although the strength of the Asura Divine Sword had weakened a bit, it still easily cut through Xiehuo's clothes and skin.

The sword edge of Shura Divine Sword had just touched the flesh and blood of Xie Huo, but at this moment there was a sudden change, and a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Xie Huo's body.

Yang Jian felt that the evil fire in front of his eyes disappeared, and the sword struck the empty space,

But this is not without benefits. With the disappearance of the evil fire, Yang Jian's pressure was instantly reduced a lot.

The light dissipated, and Yang Jian seemed to see a piece of golden feather, which was emitting the golden light, but the feather had turned into dust as the golden light dissipated at this moment.

(End of this chapter)