Douluo blood duke

Chapter 68 Genius Training Program, Third Round: Second Knife
Clouds and mist cover the moon, and the night is empty.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was full of stars, and the weak evening wind was blowing in the mountains.

Inside the tower, the third floor.

In the only corridor of despair.

Zhang Heng gritted his teeth, held his breath, and looked at Ba Dao Douluo who retreated to the edge and distanced himself from him.

"Boy, you are very good. Since you can really block my first knife, very good, really good, but next, you have to be prepared, because I will show all my strength. "

Ba Saber Douluo stood on the edge of the ring, he stroked his long beard, narrowed his eyes slightly, mixed expressions of wonder and joy appeared from his eye sockets, he said in a deep voice, as if the executioner said the last words to the condemned prisoner before execution One sentence.

Zhang Heng swallowed his saliva, swung the epee in his hand, and plunged it into the ground. He tensed his body, roared like a lion and tiger, and said firmly, "Come."

"Very courageous."

I don't know if it was a voice of praise or sarcasm coming from Ba Saber Douluo's mouth.

I saw him wielding a big knife, stabbing it into the ground with the blade facing upwards and the handle facing downwards, inserting it aside, and then squatting halfway, with his arms tensed, his fingers crossed, and placed flat on his chest.

A round of black soul ring slowly emerged from behind his head above his head, and when it shone brightly, dark blue energy waves burst out from his shoulders in his body, and converged along his arms toward the center of his palms. go.

Ah.

After about five or six minutes, Ba Dao shouted loudly, and amidst the loud sound like a raging stream breaking an embankment, he stretched his arms to the left and right, and then quickly pushed forward.

A dense black mist gushed out from the center of his palms, gathering in the air in front of him.

After a while, he withdrew his arm and stood up, and in front of him, there was a large black mist vortex hole floating, with a distance of three meters up and down.

Looking in front of him, Tyrannical Saber Douluo picked up the long knife and roared: "Boy, are you ready? I'm coming."

Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, but at this moment, in Zhang Heng's heart, the alarm bell was ringing, and he felt that his blood was flowing like a super sports car that was trampled to the bottom on an unlimited speed highway. The speed was the same, and I couldn't control it anymore. The blood vessels and the dull pain in the back made Zhang Heng's face flush.

He didn't hear Zhang Heng's answer, and Ba Dao Douluo didn't care. He snorted coldly and retreated a few meters with the knife. When he was half a meter away from the darkness, his eyes opened, his eyebrows raised, and his hair fluttered. At this time, he rushed out like a thunderbolt, and the blade of the mopping knife brought up a weak flame.

Before Zhang Heng came back to his senses, he had already rushed into the big hole in the black mist vortex floating in the air.

Just when the sound of the blade dragging the ground disappeared from his ears, the sense of urgency in Zhang Heng's heart reached its peak. He didn't feel relaxed because of the disappearance of Ba Dao Douluo. On the contrary, at this time, he felt even more nervous.

However, just as he was looking around, looking for the trace of Ba Saber Douluo.

咴咴咴~
A series of majestic and passionate horse roars came into his ear canals. He widened his eyes and followed the sound, only to see a black horse's head half protruding from the black fog hole in the sky.

When he completely turned his eyes away, a tall and strong horse with a black body and a stream of light on its body had already walked out of the black mist, and sitting on the back of the horse was Naba Dao Dou Ro.

Gulu, Zhang Heng swallowed his saliva, subconsciously asked Ba Dao Douluo in the distance, "Where did you come from!"

outside the tower.

Zhu Li lay down on the ground, his haggard face was three points cold, three points puzzled, and seven points calm.

He looked up at the sky full of stars, thinking that in the legend, a person will become a star hanging high in the sky after death, and he said to himself: "I am also a Title Douluo after all, so it's okay to ask for a better place."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a wry smile, and bitter tears welled up from his eyes.

He thought about his life.

He committed crimes in the first half of his life. In order to improve his own strength and save his life, he slaughtered recklessly. The lives he died in his hands ranged from [-] to [-]. Therefore, he was wanted by the whole continent. Later, because he chose to help the current royal family in the early days of Xingluo's founding, With a little meritorious service, he was only imprisoned and not killed.

But even though he was imprisoned, the empire didn't treat him badly. Every year, he sent some death row prisoners to let him devour their souls. This was also the reason why he loved this country.

And similarly, this is also the reason why he is willing to be the first pass in the selection of the empire's genius training program.

Now, he feels the approach of death, and he also knows the cause of death, but he can't stop it, and he doesn't want to stop it.

He only needs to take back the martial soul, together with the souls of those people inside, so that he can not only stop the coming of death, but also continue his life for a few more years because of the dozen or so fresh souls in that tower.

But he didn't want to do that anymore, he had lived too long and was tired.

"Hehe, I never imagined that I, Zhu Li, who has been slaughtering for most of my life, would show kindness sometimes."

Zhu Li lay on the ground, mocking himself with a weak wry smile.

"That's all, maybe this is my destiny. I am a sinful person, and I can live up to now thanks to the support of the empire. What's inside is the future of the empire. I can't let the future of the empire be ruined in my hands." , even if it’s just for one class, not to mention that kid, he’s definitely not ordinary.”

"Hold on! Hold on until he finishes the assessment, I want to see how far he can go."

A stubborn figure appeared in his mind, Zhu Li thought to himself, he stood up by supporting the ground, and took a few deep breaths.

He crossed his legs, waved his arms, forming handprints, a black light shone beside him, and looked at the first and second floors of the Tower of Heroes, and saw a series of dark green lights flashing on the wall, and then quickly disappeared, as if thrown into a fire. The firewood in the pile is average.

And on the second floor where there were only three or four people, Yun Xue, who was lying in the corner, frowned, in her corridor of despair.

The entire arena has been completely occupied by those yellow and white brush hairs, and countless brush hairs have extended into the darkness. She sits cross-legged in the center of the arena, with the faint blue light in her eyes flickering non-stop. She raised her head expressionlessly, Looking at the pen holder in the sky, he murmured to himself, "Damn it, who is it? If someone steals food from me again, I'm courting death."

She quickly formed a seal, and saw several brush hairs flying out of the pen barrel straight into the darkness.

And in the corridor of despair of the other three people on the second floor, they all stared dumbfounded at the wave of remnant souls receding like a tide, their faces dull and incomprehensible.

The first floor, inside Fan Ming's Corridor of Despair.

Hundreds of silver lights shattered the air that permeated the space, and visible fragments of light fell from the sky. It took three seconds for the new light to fill the gap again. He panted heavily and looked at his hand with satisfaction. Among them, the silver broad knife that was absorbing transparent particles from the broken soul that he had cut into tens of thousands of pieces.

"No. 20 one, no, more is needed, come again."

He straightened his back, feeling the recovery of soul power and physical strength in his body, and after the broken corpse on the ground disappeared, he looked around with bright eyes, but 1 minute, 2 minutes, and 5 minutes.

Ten minutes passed, but the new opponent hadn't arrived yet. He was a little dazed and scratched his hair, not knowing what happened.

call!
Zhu Li breathed a sigh of relief, he stood up, jumped, and stretched his body everywhere, only feeling that the strength, soul power, physical strength, etc. in his body had reached their peak state, but he knew that this state was just a flashback However, the energy brought by the burning of his accumulated residual soul can only make him persist for a while.

"A little while, that's enough."

He fixed his eyes, stretched his hand behind his back to dig out, and after a few seconds, he took out a one-foot-long bamboo tube. There was another white thread at the bottom of the bamboo tube. He grabbed the white thread, raised his arm, and aimed at the sky. A pull.

Looking at the exploding white tiger-head fireworks in the night sky, Zhu Li smiled and sighed: "I have done everything that should be done, presumably they should be on their way here."

After speaking, he sat on the ground again, and then spoke.

"Boy, don't disappoint my expectations of you, you must become the pillar of the empire!"

Draw a circle on one side.

The circle formed, and the picture in the corridor of despair on the third floor slowly unfolded.

on the screen.

Zhang Heng raised his epee and rushed forward with a ferocious expression. In front of him, a group of tall black horses were galloping with all their strength. On the horses, a tall figure held a long knife high, his eyes were like torches, his whole body and the blade were crushed A layer of black mist shrouded it, and it looked extremely strange.

"Ghost Ming Zhan, this overbearing sword has even been used by Ghost Ming Zhan."

Zhu Li looked at the picture on the ground in front of him with great interest, and watched the black mist gather towards the raised blade, he laughed and said the name of that move.

"Ghost Ming Slash, ghosts and gods can't block it, kid, I wonder if you can block it."

He turned his angle of view to look at Zhang Heng who was running hard.

When the steed was leaving, a thunderbolt exploded in Zhang Heng's heart.

"I can't block it, absolutely can't block it, I can only take the initiative to interrupt him before he makes a move."

This was the thought that came to Zhang Heng's mind when he saw the black mist surging on Ba Saber Douluo, and he followed his thoughts and rushed towards Ba Dao Douluo.

Two figures, one red and one black, drew Liu Guang and approached quickly.

In less than ten seconds, the distance between them was only five meters.

Within five meters, Zhang Heng raised his head and looked at the horse and the man on it. He felt that the world had changed drastically, and time and space had shifted. It seemed that in front of him was not only one person, but tens of thousands of black armored cavalrymen. All eyes were on him, with evil spirit and bloody smell, he was like an ant blocking the car.

A mantis' arm blocks a car, and a mayfly shakes a tree. I don't know what to do.

"Go to your ants, go to your overreaching."

Zhang Heng bit the tip of his tongue, and blood flowed into his throat, followed by the pain rushing straight to his forehead, pulling him back from the pressure of Tyrannical Saber Douluo.

Only a moment passed.

He came back to his senses, without the slightest hesitation, jumped into the air, and swung his knife to chop.

In front of him, the black horse was still galloping, but the figure on its back moved.

When Ba Dao saw Zhang Heng soaring in the air, he cracked his mouth and smiled, then swung his arm in a big circle, the blade turned sharply down, and with a dark light and black mist from bottom to top, it faced Zhang Heng who was flying towards him. Pick up.

Keng.

Immediately after a sonorous sound bloomed in his ears, Zhang Heng's eardrums were shaken and at the same time, his heart was full of joy, because being able to make such a sound proved that it, the Blood Shadow Sword, blocked it.

But it didn't make Zhang Heng happy for long, a black light appeared in his eyes.

In the air, where the blood shadow sword intersected with the blade, black light exploded out. The blood red blade of the blood shadow giant sword seemed to have entered a pool of ink in an instant, becoming extremely black.

Click.

"not good!"

Zhang Heng shouted in panic, and hurriedly wanted to use his strength to let go, because he had already seen cracks on the sword of the Blood Shadow Sword. If the Blood Shadow Sword broke, the opponent's blade would land on his neck.

But something that made Zhang Heng even more panicked came. It was clear that the two sides intersected and made such a clear collision sound, but at this moment, he could not feel the strength of the other party. The black blade was like a bottomless abyss, constantly swallowing His strength didn't send back any response, and the feeling of being trapped in the quagmire made Zhang Heng's mind suddenly empty.

When he came back to his senses, the blade of the black mist was already close at hand.

(End of this chapter)