Douluo blood duke

Chapter 27 Fighting Soul ([-])

What is murderous aura, can't be said or explained clearly, but murderous aura does exist in the world, through a frown or a look in the eyes, you can make the people watching imagine the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of you, this is Murderous effect.

Zhang Heng can't remember exactly what made him want to cultivate a murderous aura. He only remembers that in order to cultivate such a murderous aura in his heart, when he was five years old, Zhang Meng wiped out all the wolves, tigers, leopards and other ferocious beasts in the five mountain ranges. , about cages, and put these cages in a dark room with no windows and no light.

Zhang Heng entered the room with a small dagger and was locked up for fifteen days.

And when the No. 16 sun emerged from Dongshan Mountain, Zhang Heng also walked out of that room. He was very calm, with no expression on his face, but in his eyes, there was a The crimson couldn't dissipate for a long time.

Above the arena, the orange fire light from all around penetrated the veil of the lantern and fell on Zhang Heng's face. One side of his face was yin and the other side was yang, and the right side was in the sun. The bright red blood traces on his face were illuminated by the fire. , but it didn't make people feel warm at all, and coupled with the red pupils that didn't let out a trace of light, he showed a very calm face at this time.

However, when the audience saw his appearance, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and suppressed the desire to roar and shout in their hearts. The slender and small figure reflected in their eyes In their minds, it became extremely tall, and with every movement, the mountains cracked.

The silence seemed to be contagious. In less than five quarters, the spectators who were celebrating the success of the knife attack stopped waving their arms, cheered, and even the excitement on their faces when they saw the bright red. Joy was also covered by panic and fear because of the cold murderous intent.

The referee put down the whistle he had just picked up when he saw Zhang Heng walking to the edge of the ring, and stepped back quietly.

Because he saw that Zhang Heng had turned around, which also meant that the game was still going on.

Zhang Heng stepped out towards the center of the ring, and the light on his face became more and more bright, but that handsome face, whether it was stained with blood or for some other reason, clearly showed no expression. It makes people's heart beat faster, especially the audience sitting not far from the ring.

The audience who saw Zhang Heng's face clearly either held their breath and did not dare to breathe too much, or panted wildly, as if they had just done some strenuous exercise.

Seeing Zhang Heng approaching, Xiao Dao unnaturally shook the dagger in his hand. A chill rose from the soles of his feet and pierced his head. He stared at the dagger in his right hand with his eyes widened as much as possible, and his breathing changed. Feeling a little heavy, at this moment, a thought quietly entered his mind.

"I shouldn't."

He shook his head quickly.

"What are you thinking, why should I regret it, how should I regret it, why should I regret it."

Xiaodao took a few deep breaths, stabilized his beating heart, looked at Zhang Heng, and said sharply: "Boy, you are the only one now, if you don't want to be like the little girl just now, I advise you to hurry up Surrender, otherwise, Lao Tzu's dagger is not a vegetarian, and I don't mind letting it be stained with blood."

He picked up the knife in his hand, gently wiped off the blood on both sides with his middle finger and index finger together, and then put the dagger in front of him, only to see his somewhat wretched face reflected on the silvery white surface of the dagger.

Looking at the face in the dagger, Xiao Dao was startled, because at some point, an emotion called fear quietly covered his face. He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the dagger. Get rid of the panic on his face and put on a fierce expression.

"You know what death is."

When Xiaodao withdrew his gaze from the dagger, a faint voice entered his eyes and ears simultaneously with the slender figure in front.

Zhang Heng did not know when he had come to stand about ten meters in front of him, and he said expressionlessly.

"When a person's heart stops beating, his brain becomes unconscious, his body becomes stiff, and even develops plaques, it is called biological death."

"And when that person is forgotten by society, when everything he has done is replaced or removed indifferently, and when the traces he left in this world are buried by the dust of time, this is called social death."

"And when his close friends, wives and children, brothers and sisters, parents and friends, etc., all the people he misses, loves, and thinks about will delete him from his memory, then this person will truly usher in death. .”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

After Xiaodao couldn't help taking two steps back, that look of worry crawled onto his face again. His forehead was already wet with drops of cold sweat oozing from under his skin, and even his temples were as if they had just After washing, even the back collar was wet with sweat dripping from the tips of her hair.

"Means nothing."

Zhang Heng sighed and said: "I wanted to be a good person, and let my hands be less or less blood-stained, but you absolutely shouldn't, you shouldn't attack her. When you have this idea, your fate has already been decided." Your future is destroyed, only death."

"Joke, you brat, think I'm scared, hmph, why are you still standing there, go up and kill him."

Xiao Dao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and roared at the Blind Blade in front of him, with a slightly ferocious expression and a heavy tone, it seemed that his state of mind could not be as strong as his own words at the moment.

Zhang Heng withdrew his gaze. A person who was destined to die could no longer get his attention. He turned his gaze to the Blind Blade who had wrestled with him for a long time before, and now spoke slowly.

"I remember you said that your sword is called the Blade of the Lord, right?"

Blind Blade's ears trembled slightly, and the sound of Zhang Heng's footsteps and voice entered his mind at the same time. He pondered for a moment, and then nodded his head lightly.

"Correct."

"Okay, what a sharp and broad knife, what a master destroyer, what a ruthless boy."

"Water flows to low places, people go to high places, good birds choose trees and rest, follow me, I will protect you to grow, you, kill for me, how about it."

Zhang Heng asked in an orderly tone.

Xiaodao's complexion changed, his eyes widened to look at Blind Blade beside him, and he clenched the blade tightly in his hand.

Blind Blade looked up at Zhang Heng, who had already walked into the five-meter circle around him, and said after a moment of silence: "I have a master, he is a second-ring soul master, stronger than me."

"Hmph, what about now."

As Zhang Heng spoke, a red light overflowed from his eyes, and he saw a purple light flashing from the soul ring beside him. A dark red halo left from his shoulder, gathered in the center of his palm, and turned into a drop of dark red liquid. He stretched out his palm and pushed it out. , the liquid turned into four black lights and entered his body against the knife.

Xiaodao was panicked by the sudden attack, and took a few steps back again and again. However, in the air, inside his body, four dark lights shot out again, and returned to Zhang Heng's palm. He only felt a weight on his body and a sense of fatigue. It made him feel sore all over his body.

Zhang Heng only took away 5.00% of his blood, but his own fear caused his body to react more to the lack of 5.00% of blood. For example, at this moment, the world in front of him began to shake.

Blind Blade frowned and remained silent.

Zhang Heng stared at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and took two steps forward. The blood he had prepared sucked and turned into a black light and sank into the bewildered knife.

"Then, what about this?"

he asked softly.

Blind Blade still didn't answer, his eyes were closed tightly, and Zou Wen appeared on his forehead. He turned his head to face Zhang Heng who was walking, and slowly put his hand on the handle of the knife. The silver broad knife was caught by him Hold it vertically again.

Zhang Heng smiled and walked forward as usual.

As for the small knife located behind the blind blade, he clenched his teeth. He shook his dizzy head, trying to maintain a clear consciousness. He looked angrily and resentfully at only about one meter away from the blind blade, facing him Zhang Heng roared angrily.

"Bastard boy, since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude."

He clenched the blade tightly, and with a flash of the yellow soul ring beside him, he saw it disappear in place.

And when he disappeared in place, Zhang Heng burst into laughter three times.

Along with the laughter, the figure of the knife appeared again, just behind Zhang Heng. He was holding a dagger and stabbing at Zhang Heng's neck from the side. His eyes were full of madness. Obviously, this knife, he wanted to Want Zhang Heng's life.

Zhang Heng didn't move at all, he was still laughing, laughing, laughing.

Amidst the exclamation of the audience, a strong crimson light burst out from Zhang Heng's right hand, and the strong light even covered half of his arm in less than half a second.

A drop of bright red liquid flew out of Zhang Heng's palm and flew towards his back. In the air, the red liquid hit the blade stabbing at Zhang Heng and turned into four beams of light, which sank into the shoulder, eyes, and abdomen of the knife respectively. and in the jaw.

Not long after, when Zhang Heng's tenth laugh came out of his mouth, red light flew out again, and gathered in front of the blade less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Heng's neck to form a drop redder than before. Yan's blood dripped back into Zhang Heng's palm, but did not enter his palm.

And when the four bright red light beams left the body of the knife, Blind Blade standing beside Zhang Heng suddenly opened his eyes. There was no light in the dark pupils, but the broad knife in his palm was shining brightly. .

"The first soul skill, a thousand swords and ten thousand blades."

In an instant, countless silver-white sword lights were directed at Zhang Heng.
Attacked and killed behind him.

The dagger that stabbed Zhang Heng's neck stopped a centimeter before his throat that was still laughing.

"You are stronger than me. I, Fan Ming, would like to recognize you as the master."

Fan Ming raised his head and looked at Zhang Heng who was still laughing with his dull gray eyes. At this time, he still couldn't see Zhang Heng's appearance, but Zhang Heng's image was deeply engraved in his mind. middle.

As soon as the words fell, Fan Ming closed his eyes and fell forward slowly. The knife just now drained all his soul power, and the annoying fatigue burst out of his body instantly, and he was no longer able to support his body.

Zhang Heng stretched out his hands to hold his shoulders, and stabilized his figure. Hearing the sound of running water behind him and the sound of things falling to the ground, the laughter in his mouth was more bold than before.

The audience looked at the young man holding the enemy's body on the ring stage and laughing heartily. It was a joyous scene, but behind him, the mass of flesh that was quickly detached from the skeleton and gathered on the ground continued to flow outwards. The spreading blood, and the head that was thrown out with puzzled and confused eyes, made people feel...
The unrestrained laughter in the background makes people feel that these laughter are a little weird and a little scary.

(End of this chapter)