The beginning of Douluo's previous life and this life is exposed Tang San

Chapter 536

"Elder Han, retreat quickly!" Fan Ling's face changed when he saw the black skull strongman whose face suddenly turned strangely purple, and he shouted hurriedly.

"Oh!"

Just as Fan Ling finished shouting, the spirit-fighting warrior exploded. The powerful energy wave of the explosion lifted nearly half a foot of soil off the nearby ground. The blood-fighting spirit warrior was also blown to pieces. It was ragged, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the face was so pale that he almost died in one breath.

"Damn it!" Seeing that Elder Han had lost his life but had temporarily lost his fighting ability, Fan Ling cursed angrily, waved his hand, and said coldly: "The Blood Guards obey the order and surround and kill Mohan!"

"Yes!" As Fan Ling's order fell, the remaining twenty-odd Blood Guards raised their long knives with wet blood in their hands again, and then, with the bloody aura all over their bodies, they surrounded and killed Mohan. .

The siege and counter-siege were brutally going on in this open space!

There was a spirit-fighting expert restraining him from the front, and there were dozens of powerful blood guards around him for sneak attacks, and he had to be secretly careful of Fan Ling's cold arrows outside the field. Under such extreme distraction, Mohan was there. After only holding on for a few minutes, Elder Luo forced him out of the way. Although he fought back desperately, causing Elder Luo to be seriously injured, he was completely beaten by the latter's fierce palm. Passed out.

"Pooh"

Holding his chest, Elder Luo took a few long breaths and spit out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at the only dozen blood guards left and the seriously injured Elder Han. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. Unexpectedly, these black skeletons The people in the tomb were so brave and not afraid of death. It was a tough battle.

Seeing that Mohan was finally unconscious, Fan Ling, who had been holding the bow string outside the court, breathed a sigh of relief. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, walked forward quickly, grabbed the long knife from a blood guard, and then filled it with tears. He slashed at Mohan's neck with a ferocious face, killing him completely.

The tip of the knife gently picked up the Najie on Mohan's finger. Fan Ling hurriedly turned it over. After a while, a touch of unconcealable ecstasy appeared on his face. With a flick of his hand, a simple silver scroll appeared. in hand.

"Haha, thunder moves three thousand, damn, it finally fell into my hands. After I practice, what can even a strong King of Fighters do to me? Haha!" Holding the scroll tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help but laugh wildly at the sky. .

Just as Fan Ling lost his temper and laughed wildly, a suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the silver scroll flew out instantly, and was finally caught by a slender hand.

"Haha, thank you very much, Master Fan Ling, for your hard work, but it would be better for me to help you keep this thing."

On a tree trunk, a black robe appeared strangely. On his palm, the silver earth-level fighting skills were reflecting a faint luster under the sunlight.

From getting the silver scroll to being snatched away, it was just a flash of lightning. After hearing the joking laughter, Fan Ling finally recovered from the sudden change, and his face suddenly became gloomy. , slowly raised his head, looked at the man in black robe on the tree trunk with a serious look, and said with a cold expression: "Who are you? You dare to rob my blood sect's things? Are you looking for death?"

When Fan Ling was speaking, the dozen or so blood guards who were still fighting in the field all moved away in all directions with great tacit understanding, just in time to surround the man in black robes, and the elder Luo was also among them. The face was cold, and a pair of cold eyes were filled with murderous intent. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, but since he had broken through their operation, he must not be allowed to leave alive.

"Haha, Young Sect Master Fan Ling, isn't this an item from the Black Skull Tomb?" A teasing smile appeared on the handsome face under the black robe. The black shadow played with the silver scroll in his hand, not caring about the four sides surrounding it. The blood guard chuckled.

"Hand over the scroll and keep your whole body." The long knife as bright as blood in his hand pointed at the black shadow, and there was a cold murderous intention in Fan Ling's gloomy words.

Hearing this, the shadow shrugged his shoulders. Not only did he ignore it, but in front of Fan Ling, he flipped his palm and the silver scroll spinning in his palm was put into the ring.

"well!"

Seeing the black shadow's actions, the corners of Fan Ling's mouth twitched, and a touch of lividity appeared on his pale face. Two words of "good" that contained fierce murderous intent came out of his mouth.

Just when the words "Fan Ling" were spoken, the dozen or so blood guards surrounded by black shadows in a circle suddenly let out a sharp shout in unison. From the long knife in their hands, the gloomy bloody fighting energy surged out of their bodies. Finally, he wrapped all the blood knives in it, stepped on the tree trunk with his feet, and more than a dozen figures were about to shoot towards the black shadow in the middle.

However, the next moment, several black shadows appeared behind the Blood Guard at the same time.

"Ding, ding, ding"

With a cutting sound, the blood guards who were about to rush out fell to the ground one after another, their blood slowly scorning the ground.

Sheathing the knife, these black shadows turned their heads and directly surrounded Elder Xue Lingyuluo.

Looking up at the fierce lightning battle in mid-air, Fan Ling's originally cold expression suddenly became much calmer at this moment. He lightly picked up a blood-stained long knife on the ground with his toes, reached out with his hand, and grasped it tightly. In his hand, he tore his clothes casually, slowly wiped the blood on the knife, and said indifferently: "At least the strength of a four-star fighting spirit. With this strength, you are brave enough and heroic enough to dare to snatch food from my mouth, Fan Ling."

"Elder Luo, leave the one in front to me. Elder Luo, kill the others!"

"Well, young master, be careful."

The old man on the side nodded slightly, supported another Elder Han who had temporarily lost his fighting ability, stepped back a few steps, and then headed towards the other black shadows! It didn't take long before a fierce battle broke out.

At this moment, Fan Ling confronted the black shadow who appeared first and snatched away three thousand thunder fighting skills scrolls.

"I think you followed us all the way because of the broken map, right?" Fan Ling suddenly said calmly, throwing away the blood-stained cloth in his hand.

Hearing this, the black shadow remained silent, but the killing intent around him became a little more intense.

"Hehe, it seems that my luck is really good. I can get the treasure by accident. Since you care about this thing so much, it must be not an ordinary thing. When I go back, I will let my father If you have a good look, with his experience, you should be able to see some clues about this broken map." Feeling the sudden murderous intent of the black shadow, Fan Ling thought he had guessed it right, and couldn't help but sneered.

"You may not have this chance." A calm voice slowly came out from under the black robe, and cyan fighting energy quickly seeped out of the black shadow's body, and finally enveloped the entire body.

"Really? I've seen a lot of reckless men like you in the Black Corner Territory who have their minds taken over by treasures! But their final fate doesn't seem to be very good." He raised his eyebrows and let out a cold laugh, with a cold blood color. Fighting energy also slowly emerged from Fan Ling's body, and a smell of blood suddenly filled the open space.

As the blood filled the air, Fan Ling's back was slightly bent, like a ferocious beast that had found its prey. The bloodshot eyes gradually appeared, making him look a little more beastly.

The soles of his feet were deeply inserted into the ground. At a certain moment, a low roar suddenly came from Fan Ling's throat. He kicked off his feet and his figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He instantly appeared in front of Xiao Yan, his hands wrapped in bloody fighting energy. The sharp long knife brought out a sharp force that tore the air, and slashed down hard.