Douluo Dalu: Nine-leaf Sword God

Ye Lingling looked at Gu Lan with big eyes. She originally found this person because she thought he was a bit special. After all, the appearance of the sword spirit was so easy to remember, with the tear marks under the corners of her eyes.

Little did he know that when Gu Na entered the town, someone was keeping an eye on him, and the current news has probably reached Wuhun City.

The people who just appeared are those brainless cannon fodder, Ye Lingling thought, who would have known that this person was not doubting himself, but letting himself run away.

If he doesn't do the ten evil things, is this person really that kind of person?

Ye Lingling had doubts about Wuhun Palace for the first time.

"So you are here, Master Sword Soul." Gu Lan looked back and saw that there were already more than a dozen soul masters looking at him on the big tree a hundred meters away. It seemed that he was surrounded now.

Outside the Sunset Forest, a man holding a black knife chuckled and said, "Isn't Douluo very strong?"

The man looked at the Douluo from Wuhun Palace who fell to the ground. He was the deacon stationed in the branch of Wuhun Palace here. This deacon never thought that the sword soul still had this guardian.

It's also that Sword Soul has an extremely strong talent, so how come no one takes a fancy to it? Now it seems that this Sword Soul has joined some big forces.

As the largest force now, Wuhun Palace certainly knows some forces, such as the Haotian Sect, and the underground forces, but they don't know what force this person comes from.

"What are you thinking about, but it doesn't matter anymore. You won't have time to think about it next."

The black knife fell and directly chopped off the Douluo's head. "The little shrimp will be handed over to the Son of God himself."

The man turned around and walked in another direction. There were more powerful enemies over there. He just had to do his job well.

When Gu Lan faced more than a dozen strong men, he did not panic. When he turned to run away, he glanced at Ye Lingling. He must know what happened. Why did he go to Ye Lingling directly without looking for anyone? You, this is something worthy of your own consideration.

In a flash, Gu Lan disappeared and appeared directly from behind, "You are too weak."

Yes, it was too weak. Gu Lan shuttled back and forth in it, and the blood energy was being absorbed by the dagger. This is the art of nourishing the sword. The blood energy nourishes the sword, and it can kill gods for thousands of years. Just a short sentence can complete this blow. Powerful, if one day he needs to pull out this sword, Gu Lan hopes to face God.

A firebird rushed out, and Gu Lan pointed it out with his sword, "No, this is not a great soul master, but a soul emperor?"

With one blow, Gu Lan was knocked out like a meteor.

The tree broke and gravel flew everywhere. Gu Lan turned around and ran away, clutching his chest. The level difference was too big to fight.

Just three meteors rushed towards Gu Lan, and Gu Lan was no fool. He moved back and forth in the forest, but Gu Lan dodged the attacks one after another.

To the south, there is a middle-aged man in white, holding a Seven Kills Sword in his hand. He is not afraid of the man in black.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when did you learn to mind your own business?" The man looked ugly. Douluo was not afraid. Titled Douluo could still put up a fight, but this one had a title even in the Bounty Hunter Guild. of.

Sword Douluo, an expert in swordsmanship, one of the two patron saints of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and the current leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect behind him, this made it even more difficult to handle.

"Your Excellency, you must be the guardian of the sword soul. This time we came out not to kill the sword soul, but to provide an opportunity for the sword soul." Ning Fengzhi said.

"Hmph! You don't need to talk about the Son of God. The palace master will naturally give the Son of God a chance." The man turned around and left.

The aura of the three soul emperors was no longer something that the Son of God could handle. If something went wrong with the Son of God, he would have no choice but to die to apologize.

Jian Chen frowned in his heart, Soul Emperor, there is still a breath, is it that little guy?

Gu Lan turned around and stabbed out with his sword. He did not want to kill the enemy, but just wanted to slow down the rhythm of these people. As long as they entered that area, these soul emperors would not die. Gu Lan stood upside down and swallowed the sword.

A green mist appeared, and Gu Lan held his breath and concentrated. In a minute at most, these people would be poisoned.

In an instant, the breeze finally came to an end.

Gu Lan faced the charging Soul Emperor and slashed out lightly with his sword, like the wind, soft but powerful.

"The fourth soul skill, hunting."

"The fourth soul skill, golden light claws."

Gu Lan felt that he was being locked, and the golden light appeared in front of him. Gu Lan remained calm and struck out with one sword after another.

A golden light struck directly on Gu Lan's cheek, and then a golden light struck directly on Gu Lan's calf.

Gu Lan just frowned and continued to attack steadily, blocking those fatal attacks.

"The fourth soul skill, gravel hand."

A big hand rushed out from the ground and grabbed Gu Lan directly. In a flash, Gu Lan disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

A thin shadow directly struck Gu Lan's chest with a claw.

Gu Lan flew out, hit the ground, coughed up blood in his mouth, turned over and ran away. A faint white mist protected Gu Lan from being eroded by the green mist.

"Chase!" A Soul Emperor said directly.

One of them stretched out his hand and said, "There's no need to chase him. There's poisonous gas in here. If we hadn't taken the antidote pill early, we might be one of the dead bodies now. That person is not someone to be trifled with."

"What should we do?" Another Soul Emperor asked.

"What should I do? You'd better die here." A man in black appeared.

"Who." The three soul emperors turned around and saw a man in black behind them and others. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The reason why he appeared now was because none of the three people noticed him. It must be The existence of Douluo.

The black sword came out and slashed horizontally. The three soul emperors tried their best, but they still couldn't avoid being cut in half.

The man touched his head and said, "This is really embarrassing for me, Guan. This seems to be Poison Douluo's territory. Will the Son of God be okay if he goes in?"

Gu Lan actually didn't go in, but chose to take a detour. It was very dangerous there. Gu Lan knew when he came out that there must be a master of poison inside. After he got so many things out, that person would definitely be furious. But there is no movement now, so maybe they haven't come back yet.

It's just that this time the injury was more serious, and the people who assassinated him now didn't understand that they would be assassinated again if they went out.

At the edge, he saw two middle-aged men. Gu Lan did not realize how powerful these two men were. He restrained his aura, flashed, and then flashed. At the end of the breeze, a sword entered the wind, light and rippling. At the same level, One of these two people will definitely die.

But when he was about to stab one of them, two fingers directly clamped Gu Lan's unpredictable sword.

"Little guy, your sword is very dangerous." Gu Lan pulled away and backed away, "The first soul skill is the clear heart of the sword, and the second soul skill is to cut everything."

The two fingers of his left hand came together, and a kind of artistic conception appeared, that of lifting weight with ease. This is the artistic conception that Gu Lan is best at, and he struck down with one sword.

The man holding Gu Lan Xiuxue just tilted his head slightly, and his sword missed.

A mouthful of blood overflowed directly. Gu Lan could no longer control the injury and fell down. These two swords were already at their limit. The last glimmer of life disappeared, Gu Lan thought when he fainted.