Douluo's dark martial arts

Fighting, cutting, blood, pain...

In less than 10 minutes, many severed limbs appeared on the ground in the tavern. The extremely sharp direction of the thunderstorm played a great advantage in the melee.

In the chaotic crowd, the edge of the thunderstorm only needs to be gently wiped towards the crowded place, and the next second there are a bunch of men wailing holding the wounds of their severed limbs.

"Get away! He's mine!"

Finally, after a baptism of extreme killing, only two people were left standing in the entire tavern.

One is Xi Liu, and the other is...a man holding a rusty sword and martial spirit,

Also a weapon soul master, Xiliu's eyes fell on the rusty sword in the hands of the man opposite him. It was obvious that the other man was not a soul master who purely focused on the development of sharp attributes.

The opponent's martial spirit is more likely to have special effects, such as corrosion, than thunderstorms.

At the moment when the two martial souls briefly came into contact, Shiliu could clearly feel a corrosive force coming from the opponent's blade trying to invade the thunderstorm.

"You're not bad, what's your name?" Xiliu said coldly,

"Me? My name is Lu..."

As usual, the soul master surnamed Lu suddenly took action. The tip of the sword in his hand drew a clear slash on the floor tiles, and he quickly rushed towards Xi Liu's direction.

Clang!

As the soul ring lights up, a large amount of soul power pours into the rusty sword, and the sword tip directly explodes the air. Without the friction of the air, the speed of this sword is astonishingly fast, and it stabs straight like lightning. Toward Shiliu's throat,

There is no doubt that if this sword is aimed at an ordinary soul master, even if it cannot kill with one blow, it can still make the opponent panic and pave the way for the next attack.

However, his opponent this time was Xiliu, a killing machine trained by Tiqi.

Leng Che's eyes reflected the ever-expanding sword tip in his field of vision. There was no trace of panic on Xiliu's face. Even the second before the opponent's rusty sword thrust out, his body had already moved.

"Ha! Idiot, the shoulder movement is too obvious."

In a life-and-death fight, the faster the better, naturally. From a practical perspective, the Rusty Sword Soul Master can be said to be a veteran in actual combat, but in terms of combat skills, the opponent can be said to be a newcomer.

The gap in combat skills cannot be made up by a few more wild fights, just like if you have done ten books on addition and arithmetic, it is impossible to understand calculus for this purpose.

Combat skills cannot be perfected by summarizing them on your own. Incomplete combat skills mean only one thing in the disparity of actual combat.

Lost!

I saw a flash of red light in the thunderstorm in Xiliu's hand. First, he struck the rusty sword that was less than a punch away from him with a frivolous blow. The next second, there was the cold air of the soul ring, and he slashed fiercely with all his strength. In response, Cut a gap in the rusty sword,

"Pfft! How..."

The martial soul was damaged, and the Rusty Sword Soul Master himself also suffered the backlash. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Xi Liu who was coming towards him in disbelief.

he doesn't understand,

Why didn't his sword hit the opponent? It was obvious that many people had been struck by his sword before.

"The eyes, the details, you are so different!"

Xiliu held Lei Yu and coldly swung the final killing blow towards the Rusty Sword Soul Master.

Success comes with speed, failure comes with speed, this sentence may be most applicable to the opponent.

Indeed, a quick thrust can give the opponent a strong sense of oppression, and can even achieve a decisive blow by sealing the throat with a sword.

However, the high speed also means that it is difficult to change the landing point of the sword in the middle, because it has to be thrust out with all its strength. If you want to change the landing point of the sword tip in the middle, you need to make a greater reaction force from your body.

Under such circumstances, Shiliu, as the opponent's enemy, only needs to keep an eye on the opponent's shoulder.

The thrusting action is a thousand words, and the final force must be transmitted from the shoulder to the weapon in the hand. If you want to predict the thrusting action, you can make it based on the range of shoulder movement.

As for the landing point of the sword tip, you can roughly judge it based on the height of the shoulder. Is it the chest or the head?

After determining the approximate stabbing height, Shiliu only needs to locate his vital parts at that height, such as the heart on the chest, or the throat, eye sockets,

After doing all this, the opponent will die.

Xiliu's figure quickly passed by the Rusty Sword Soul Master, and stopped his arrow with a step, leaving his blood-stained back standing among the corpses.

"What a fast knife..."

The Rusty Sword Soul Master reluctantly wanted to look back at Xi Liu, but unfortunately his head fell off his neck first and rolled towards the door.

After doing all this, Xiliu calmly put away his martial spirit, looked at the figure standing outside the door, and said coldly,

"If you don't come in, I'll go to the Killing City by myself. After the show, don't just stand outside."

In the wine bar, the few surviving waiters watched all this numbly. According to common sense, they should be indifferent because they are used to seeing killings.

But this time, they were really frightened. Unexpectedly, Xiliu was not only fierce, but also unusually tough.

In less than 10 minutes, broken limbs and remains were left all over the tavern. The heavy cleaning task reminded the survivors of the pain of working overtime.

"Get rid of it. These are Wazi brand clothes. If they are stained with blood, they cannot be washed off."

Hu Liena returned to the tavern, looking at the corpses on the ground with twitching lips. As she spoke, she raised her foot and stepped on the neck of a soul master who was pretending to be dead.

The opponent's arms were chopped off by Shiliu, and his stomach was disemboweled with a knife. The intestines were left all over the place, as if someone's braised pork had been spilled.

At this moment, Hu Liena stepped on his neck. The lack of oxygen made him struggle like a living maggot on the ground, trying to get rid of Hu Liena's trampling.

However...

Phew!Xiliu swung the knife and wiped it directly on the opponent's neck. The blood sprayed immediately dyed Hu Liena's "expensive" clothes red.

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. Let them explain how to get to the Killing City."

Xi Liu put away her martial spirit and signaled Hu Liena to find the waiter to learn about the entrance to the Killing City.

Xi Liuxing was involved in the matter of murder, but naturally Hu Liena, who has the ability to charm, had to negotiate for this inquiry.

Fortunately, the waiter who had seen Xiliu's crazy side did not hide anything. Hu Liena did not even need to take the initiative to open the entrance to the Killing City for the two of them.

Damn it, let this lunatic go... Poof!

Before the waiter who sent Xi Liu off to the two could finish complaining, the moment Xi Liu stepped into the entrance, a sharp thunderstorm passed over the waiter's chest.

Blood and internal organs were completely scattered at the entrance of the killing city, and there was a delicate sense of ritual in the blood.

After all, in a place where lunatics belong, being too docile is also a provocation.