Douluo blood duke

Chapter 65 Genius Training Program, Third Round: Overlord Sword
At sunset on the west mountain, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadow of the peak tower very long.

outside the tower.

Zhu Li opened the tower door anxiously, and shouted to the climber who didn't know whether it was the tenth or the No.11: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, go in quickly, it's on the first floor or the second floor Find a place to sit down, and then persist in it for half an hour, even if you pass, hurry up."

The student who climbed to the top looked at Zhu Li with a dazed face, panting heavily, puzzled.

The veins on Zhu Li's forehead were bulging, and he stared at the man with wide eyes. After a while, he sighed slowly, looked away, and then, like a repeater, repeated what he had said ten times before. .

After a few minutes.

Seeing the summit climber walk into the tower thoughtfully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking a look at the white stone stairs, after confirming that no one will come up in a short time.

He trotted to hide under the white tiger statue, with a black halo shining beside him, and stretched out his hand to draw a circle on the ground. He retracted his trembling fingers, anxiously watching the slowly emerging scene on the circle.

I saw the mirror image in the ground.

The sky was filled with red mist, and a handsome and childish child floated in the air, and a hundred sharp lights appeared beside him.

In front of him, a 1.3-meter-four, muscular ant head, and a strong man in black armor are clenched fists and waiting.

With a sneer on his face, Zhitong pointed forward.

The red mist divided into two ribbons of mist, which circled Zhizhi's waist and wrapped around the strong man with the ant head.

The ant-headed strong man waved the tentacles on his head, and his body retreated quickly, but his speed was not good enough, and he was soon overtaken by the blood-red mist belt, wrapping around his body.

Seeing the strong man with the ant head wrapped in the red mist, a stern look flashed in the eyes of the childish child.

He flipped the palm of his hand, with the vertical finger pointing upwards, turned his wrist back and thrust it downwards.

Suddenly, in the red mist, the strong man with ant head who was still waving his arms froze, and then the black armor on his body swelled as if inflated, and his body was also swollen and enlarged.

Bang.

With a loud noise, a hole the size of a fist appeared on his head, and a crimson Mitsubishi thorn flew out of his head spinning.

call out.

click.

Bang.

Continuous breaking sounds came from the strong man's body.

boom.

Looking at the burly man lying on the ground that was riddled with holes and slowly disappearing into particles of light, Zhang Heng heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his head.

This is the fourth remnant soul he has defeated.

After defeating the remnant soul that summoned worms, he also defeated a big mouse that could burrow into the ground, plus the ant man in front of him, the snake, worm, mouse and ant, it was all there.

Zhang Heng stretched his body. After the battle, although his physical strength, soul power, blood energy and so on will recover, but the mental exhaustion will not, which is very tormenting.

Because the opponents are extremely difficult characters, he has to consider many things every time he makes a shot. If there is one point that is not calculated, then the only thing waiting for him is failure, and because of this, his head is a little numb now.

Zhang Heng tapped his head, then took a few deep breaths to stabilize his mind.

Also at this time.

Jingle Jingle.

Kasi~
The sound of the collision between the armor and the friction of the heavy objects dragging the ground and the ground came from the darkness not far away.

Zhang Heng looked up, with a serious expression on his face.

"Here we come, it looks like he's an easy opponent to mess with."

outside the tower.

Zhu Li squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Heng's perspective. There was a little worry on his face. He was worried about Zhang Heng. .

Perhaps this may be contradictory to his previous thoughts, but now, he kind of hopes that Zhang Heng can really defeat the remaining six remnant souls and pass the assessment. Although this is not in his interest,
He didn't want Zhang Heng to pass the assessment before, it was only because if Zhang Heng failed, he would need to provide a little soul to support his life, and Zhang Heng had already defeated the four remnant souls, at such an age, such a talent, such a Combat power made him unconsciously put the expectations in his heart on him.

He, Zhu Li, is sinister and cunning, but he is also a person who loves his country deeply.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the figure making the sound also appeared in Zhang Heng's eyes.

"It's him, Tyrannical Sword Douluo!"

Outside the tower, Zhu Li, who was peeping, widened his eyes, then said with a wry smile: "Boy, this time you are really in a difficult situation. This Tyrannical Sword Douluo is not strong even if he says he is strong, but people who don't know him will fight against him. I'm afraid I can't even catch the first knife."

"Battle Douluo."

Zhang Hengmo recited the name, but it wasn't Zhu Li from outside the tower telling him, but he saw the four big characters engraved on the chest of the armor in front of that figure.

He scanned the guy named Ba Dao Douluo.

He is eight feet tall, tall and strong, with a crown of purple-blond hair on his head, long beard and phoenix eyes, and a long-handled machete in his hand.

The moment he walked out of the darkness, Zhang Heng felt a fierce and powerful aura appearing out of thin air. As he walked forward, that aura continued to grow, and Zhang Heng felt his body becoming heavy.

The strong have their own strong spirit.

For example, the emperor in a high position, because he often gives orders, develops a kind of courage that makes people want to act according to his instructions, which is called imperial prestige.

For example, a battle-tested general, because his hands are stained with countless blood and he is constantly killing, his body is often filled with blood, which makes people think of the battlefield where corpses are strewn all over the field, which is murderous.

And when that figure came, Zhang Heng saw that his figure seemed to be getting taller, as if the heaven and earth cages could not cover his body, the sun, the moon, the stars and the stars could be easily destroyed by him, and the stars and rivers would turn around. Reversible with one cut.

Domineering, so domineering.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and used the pain to expel his figure from his mind. Then his eyes turned red, and the murderous aura suppressed from his body for a long time was released wantonly by him.

Eyes like a ferocious beast out of the cage burst out from his eye sockets, the air around him condensed into frost as he straightened his back, blood-red mist rose from behind him, and there was no expression on his face , but if some people with low intelligence or weak minds see his face at this time, they will involuntarily think of it.

The high seat was carved out of thousands of bones, and it was located on the throne at the peak of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. It was the immortal king who mastered death and misery with a hideous face.

Ba Dao Shura stopped and stood three feet in front of Zhang Heng. He glared, his eyes crushed with Bengshan's domineering aura.

Zhang Heng didn't hesitate at all, and looked at him, blood was surging behind him, murderous like a sharp knife, he swung his knife to slash that domineering head-on.

Bang.

A thunderous crackling sound exploded between the two of them, and the ground between them was torn apart by the force of the two's aura, and dust flew into the air, mixing into the air that had been churning for a long time.

"So domineering."

Zhang Heng's eyes were wide open, and the blood from his bright red pupils spread out like a spider's web. Although it seemed that he and the opponent were evenly matched in terms of momentum, only he knew that he had lost.

He is using all his strength to resist the opponent's random momentum. If the opponent makes another attack, then he will
"Humph."

During the stalemate, a cold snort came from beside his ears, and Zhang Heng subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, and saw a huge blue faucet opening its mouth to bite him.

He widened his eyes and stretched out his hand to block it, but it blocked the loneliness.

When Longkou touched him again, he disappeared instantly.

"Oops."

Zhang Heng, who put down his arm, tensed up. Sure enough, when he turned his head, his murderous aura dissipated, and the domineering aura without resistance pressed down on him like a mountain falling from the sky.

puff~
Letting out a suffocating breath, Zhang Heng stepped back more than half a meter before he managed to stabilize his figure. He panted and raised his head to look at the figure, but when he saw his face, an absurd idea was born in his head.

"He must be smiling. If I read correctly, he must be smiling!"

"No, how could he?"

Zhang Heng's eyes were full of puzzlement. Looking at the dark red face with slightly squinted eyes and raised mouth, he swallowed hard, but in the next second, something even more astonishing happened to him.

"Boy, you are very good."

The voice was very dull and thick, like a heavy cauldron oppressing the heart of the person who heard that voice.

Zhang Heng looked shocked, looked at Ba Dao Douluo, and said in a trembling voice: "You can talk!"

"Hahaha."

Seeing his reaction, Tyrant Sword Douluo raised his hair and let out a thunderous laugh. After laughing wildly for a few seconds, he looked down at Zhang Heng and said, "Why can't I talk."

"Um, no. Aren't you a remnant soul?"

Zhang Heng asked cautiously. At this moment, there was a sense of sadness in his heart.

"Hmph, yes, the old man is indeed a remnant soul."

"However, don't compare the old man with those weak chickens."

Ba Dao Douluo squinted his eyes, stroked his long beard, and looked at Zhang Heng with disdain. He squinted at Zhang Heng, then suddenly waved his hand, pointed at Zhang Heng and said, "Boy, I think you are not an ordinary person if you can see me. my name, this old man will not kill the nameless."

Zhang Heng looked at him, sighed, and said, "My name is Zhang Heng."

"Zhang Heng, relative of Zhang Chaotian?"

Hearing Zhang Heng say his name, Ba Dao Douluo turned the hilt of the knife, his whole body shook, a wave of air erupted from his body, and he blasted directly at Zhang Heng with a mighty domineering aura.

Hearing his tone, Zhang Heng seemed to have dissatisfaction with him. He frowned and stood up to face the wave of air. Although he was forced to take two or three steps back, his face remained unchanged and his back was straight.

He thought for a while, his father's name was Zhang Wuwei, his grandfather's name was Zhang Ao, and his great-grandfather's name was a little unclear, but it probably wasn't Zhang Chaotian, and he didn't know who it was, so he couldn't identify relatives randomly, so He didn't speak either.

"Hahaha, good boy, you are indeed the son of the Zhang family."

I don't know how he confirmed it. Seeing that Zhang Heng had no words, but his face was full of determination, Ba Dao Douluo suddenly raised his head and laughed a few times, then lowered his head and said to Zhang Heng with a sullen face.

"Boy, I don't think you came here for fun, you should pass some kind of assessment."

"Although I don't know the content of your assessment, but if you fall under my sword, you probably won't pass that assessment."

"You brat has a lot of momentum, but you just don't know how strong you are."

As he spoke, he raised his arm, raised the knife, and then held the second half of the handle with the other hand, and then slashed downward.

Bang.

Zhang Heng stared wide-eyed, looking at the one-meter-long crack on the ground that was cut open by the air blade from Ba Saber Douluo's random slash, and cold sweat flowed wildly on his forehead.

"This kind of power, if it hits me"

He fantasized in his mind that he might be cut in half directly.

"Hahaha, kid, it's not okay to feel scared like this."

Ba Dao Douluo put his sword back and stood upright, leaning on his long beard and looking at Zhang Heng, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, he stared at Zhang Heng and said with a smile: "Boy, how about it, I won't bully you, look at Zhang Heng For heaven's sake, don't you want to pass the assessment, okay, I can let you pass, but there is one requirement."

"Let me pass the water?"

Zhang Heng fixed his eyes, stared at him and said, "I, Zhang Heng, am proud and strong, and I need you to release the water, hehe."

"any request."

Ba Dao Douluo smiled, then his eyes turned cold, and he said seriously: "As long as you can resist my three swords, remember, it is a hard resistance. If you can bear it, I will commit suicide and let you win, but If you dodge, then I'm sorry, your battle with me will end here."

"So, you, agree, or not."

Zhang Heng looked at him, frowned and said in thought: "I'm so stupid to resist three swords! But the blow he just made seems to have no other way to defeat him."

"Okay, I promise you."

He raised his head and said firmly.

Ba Dao Douluo grabbed the hand that was caressing his long beard, and stared.

"Okay, you are indeed the son of the Zhang family."

Outside the tower, Zhu Li looked at the two people who were talking in the mirror image, his face was weird, his mouth opened and closed, as if he had countless things to say, but in the end, he just shook his head and complained.

"This Ba Dao is still as cunning as before."

　Cold knowledge: one foot = ten feet = one hundred inches = 3.333333 (meters)

　　(Sourced from Baidu)

　　
　
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