Xiao Yan travels to Douluo

"You, you have to be careful. He can use soul skills, but you can't do anything about it. In this case, even if he is stronger, it is still very dangerous!" Yinglan's heartstrings that had just been loosened immediately tightened, and the crisis was still there. Without the past, this battle can be very serious.

The ability to use soul skills is the second sign of the Shura God's family in the Killing City. The rest are all suppressed by the rules here. Even the soul ring will not be revealed after summoning the martial soul.

This huge gap can almost make up for the gap between the two major levels. A titled Douluo, facing the Soul Sage who has activated his martial spirit true form, is not sure that he can win.

With this special feature, Lord Scorpion Tiger Douluo has less than 1000 people under his command, including many beings with little combat power like Yinglan, who can suppress the entire city steadily.

When he heard her instructions, Xiao Yan did not change at all, and continued to walk towards the inside of the Hell Killing Fields without any confusion.

Seeing Xiao Yan's calm expression, Yinglan felt very anxious. Wasn't he aware of this gap?

"Ming Zhi is a soul emperor. Even if you are a soul saint, you are still very dangerous without soul skills. This..."

"I am the Soul Emperor! Just like him."

"Then, what should we do?" She was now in panic again. They were both Soul Emperors. How could they defeat Ming Zhi? It was completely impossible!

Upon hearing Xiao Yan's footsteps, he turned around and looked at her. His calm eyes gave her confidence and her mood relaxed.

"I use soul bones."

"Yes, yes, you have a soul bone! Yes, you are so young, yet so powerful, you must have a soul bone!" Yinglan was overjoyed, hope appeared again, but the next moment, she whispered, "Then what? How about it, he can use six soul ring skills, do you have six soul bones?"

"Three dollars."

"That's right! Three pieces are fine too. How many years are they from? Does it fit? Is it more than [-] years old?" Grasping this straw, Ying Lan couldn't wait to find out Xiao Yan's strength.

"Yes, forget it!" Xiao Yan shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.

This time, another basin of cold water was poured on her, "Forget, forget, how could you forget in this situation! These are soul bones, you can't just find three thousand-year soul bones and absorb and fuse them, so You just forgot!"

"Uh, maybe."

Xiao Yan's state of uttering two or three words every time was really torturous. Yinglan's shoulders sank, her head drooped, and her heart was tired.

After entering the killing field of hell, she consciously shouldered the responsibility of guiding and led Xiao Yan forward, at a slower and slower pace, just thinking of delaying it for a little longer.

"me......"

Xiao Yan comforted him very considerately, "Don't be afraid!"

The battle field was just ahead, and the chance to decide life and death was just ahead, but it looked very slim. Ying Lan's confidence in Xiao Yan was high for a while, then low for a while, and she became numb.

Now when I hear Xiao Yan say such plain words with such a plain expression, even if he is caring about people, he is not touched anymore.

"Oh!"

After walking a few more steps, you can see a closed door in front of you. It seems that there is a sound coming from behind the door. Behind it is the battle field. I have to say that the sound insulation is very good.

At this point, Yinglan was about to stop. He looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes filled with worry, and he forced a smile out of his mouth, encouraging him, "Come on! Our lives depend on you!"

"Yes." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, walked over, grabbed the door handle, and opened it with force. At that moment, the sound was like a flood from a broken embankment, pouring into his ears, making people deaf for a short time.

At this moment, two arms hugged her from behind, with a warm nephrite clinging to her back. She choked and said, "Protect yourself and don't worry about me."

"what?"

But before Xiao Yan could ask, a push came from behind, and he couldn't help but stumble forward two steps, already entering the battle field.

"Bang!" The sound of the heavy door closing sounded, isolating the two people. Yinglan leaned against the door and slowly slid down, squatting on the ground and crying softly.

"You, you are a distinguished guest. Even if you go to the killing fields of hell to duel, you will not die if you lose!"

"Protect yourself well, don't go all out. There is no need to go all out. It doesn't matter if you lose."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just an ordinary person!"

"Woooo!"

After crying for a while, Yinglan's mood stabilized. She walked to the side and found a seat. She straightened her appearance, wiped away the tears carefully and slowly, and then reached out to put on the black mask.After waiting for a while, she looked at the clothes up and down and found some wrinkles. She put her fingertips on them and smoothed them out bit by bit.

After everything was done, her dark eyes calmed down. She lowered her head and looked at her fingers. Her black nails were usually carefully cared for. She rubbed them carefully. Occasionally, black light shone on her fingertips. Little by little it becomes longer, darker and lighter.

"It should be okay if you try it on your neck like this!" There was nostalgia in her eyes as she had just calmed down, as if she was remembering the beautiful things in the past.

"I don't know how he is, whether he is seriously injured, or whether someone will rescue him in time when he loses." His arm slowly rose up, getting closer and closer to the slender white neck.

"It's almost time, let's do it!" With a little force, a drop of blood appeared, slid down the dark and shiny nails, flowed onto the fingers, and then into the palm of the hand.

"I really hope I can see it one last time!" The bright red blood has reached the wrist and continues to seep into the sleeves.

"If he loses, he will be taken away directly and sent to be healed. How can he still be seen?"

"There was a lot of blood and my consciousness was blurred. Are you going to die?"

"Someone is here, the battle is over!!"

"My life is over too!!"

......

On the first day, just the first day, Xiao Yan created a world-shaking reputation within the Killing City.

On the battlefield, he killed a soul emperor-level Shura god's retinue in a one-on-one fight, and it was an understatement. Everyone in the field maintained the posture of deciding the master, allowing the opponent to launch various attacks wantonly, and then easily took it with a wave of his hand.

The majestic Soul Emperor used all the ten-thousand-year-old soul skills, as well as all kinds of weird attack methods, but in front of him he was like a child struggling in vain, being played with by adults.

And when he was no longer in the mood to accompany him, he suddenly increased his speed to the fastest, completely suppressing the opponent in an instant, and easily defeated him within ten breaths.

I thought that being in the killing field of hell would give Master Blood Armor Douluo some face and show mercy, but in the end, he easily crushed Ming Zhi to death, without any resistance. His expression did not change, and he didn't care about a titled Douluo at all. For revenge afterwards, it doesn't matter that this is a killing place, or that he might be killed immediately.

After killing his opponent, he thought he would enjoy the cheers of the audience just like other times, but he didn't wait for a moment longer and rushed behind him, making people call him unique.

Xiao Yan became famous in one battle!