Douluo's first cut

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Lost town, an ordinary tavern in the center.

Old tables and chairs are displayed all around, and the ceiling and floor are all black, as if stained with splashed ink, giving people a terrible atmosphere.

There are many guests in the tavern, but they are very quiet. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and most of these bloody smells are derived from the unknown red liquid in the wine glass.

People here love this blood and red wine like crazy, and every time they drink a sip, their faces will be intoxicated. This kind of excitement is even more ecstasy than having sex with a woman!

Everyone was drinking quietly, no matter it was the waiter or the guest in the pub, no one spoke, and the huge pub was silent, and looked a little terrible in this dim environment without light.

"Deng Deng! Deng Deng!"

There was a sound of low footsteps, and an unexpected visitor who suddenly walked into the tavern broke the silence in the tavern.

This is a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with flowing black hair and deep eyes. His slender and strong body is dressed in a black suit, full of heroism.

And the softly contoured, overly handsome face is even more eye-catching, and it can be called a flourishing beauty, just like a banished immortal descending from the sky.

At this moment, all the attention of everyone in the tavern was attracted by the black-haired boy. When he noticed this handsome boy, everyone raised their mouths slightly, drawing a sarcasm.

Even the waiter in the tavern glanced at the black-haired boy contemptuously, with a look of indifference to him, and did not greet the new guest warmly at all.

"Well... after walking for a day, I'm almost exhausted, my little master!"

The black-haired boy, like a dude, didn’t care about the hostile gaze around him. Instead, he walked to an empty table, pulled out the bench and sat down, and looked at the waiter who fiddled with the wine. : "Waiter, if there is anything delicious, come up to the little master, who has money in his pocket!"

This kind of aristocratic mannerism made the ridicule in the eyes of people around him more intense. Everyone stared at the black-haired boy with an unkind expression, but he seemed to know nothing. feel.

"Humph."

The waiter snorted coldly, glanced at the teenager indifferently, put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked impatiently: "What would you like to drink?"

The black-haired boy smiled faintly, his slender and powerful fingers tapped the dusty wine table gently, staring at the waiter's eyes without blinking, and calmly said: "Give me a glass of Bloody Mary!"

Hearing these words, the waiter's face changed slightly, and his gaze toward the teenager gradually became cold. This guy is a little docile, not an ordinary dude.

But when the surrounding guests heard what the black-haired boy said, they all laughed.

"Hahahaha, where did the chick come from and want to drink Bloody Mary?!"

"You really don't know the heights of the earth, or go back to your warm fragrant nephrite and lick the woman's breast!"

"Tsk tsk, it's probably the dude who came out of the golden wire cage again, it's ridiculous!"

Facing the contemptuous and foul language all around, the black-haired boy smiled freely, but not angry.

With a smile on his face, he continued to rush to the waiter: "By the way, get some side dishes to serve me with wine. Let me think about it. Just dig out the hearts of everyone in this room and serve me the wine and food."

The words suddenly fell cold, and the murderous intent spread, making the tavern suddenly silent.

The black-haired boy embraced his arms, raised his legs, and glanced indifferently at the people around him who were staring at him. This kind of obvious mocking remarks immediately made everyone's faces extremely difficult to look like, and wisps of terrifying murderous aura spread quickly, as if to be in a tavern. A murderous storm formed.

This black-haired boy is naturally Fang Xuan who just walked into the town.

According to the memory in his mind, the entrance to the killing city was a tavern in the middle of the town, so he quickly locked down this seemingly ordinary tavern and determined that he had come to the right place, which was full of blood. The tavern is the entrance to the capital of killing that he has always wanted.

In this tavern, both the guests and the waiters are all external members of the killing capital. It can be said that they are outer disciples. They all desire to enter the killing capital, but they have not passed the test of the killing capital. Always hovering in the outside world, unable to enter the killing capital.

This is a group of losers!

Just rubbish!

Fang Xuan coldly glanced at the group of frogs at the bottom of the well who thought he had experienced the world's bigness, and his dark eyes had no emotional fluctuations. This group of guys whose average strength was only at the level of the soul sect made him not even interested.

"The arrogant kid, even look down on us, let this uncle come to show you what cruelty is!"

A middle-aged man roared, holding a simple sword in his hand, and rushing towards Fang Xuan like a tiger.

This man looks like a forty-year-old, with bronze skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His appearance is very rough, his body muscles are extremely strong, and he looks like a big black cow alive!

"Drawing a sword!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were cold, his right hand stroked the hilt of the knife around his waist, and the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath.

This knife is not the demon knife Hongyu, but an ordinary iron knife. He just bought it in the blacksmith shop passing by. The city of killing is very dangerous. He wants to use the magic knife as a secret trump card, but there is no shadow. Two famous knives, the knife and the water-breaking knife, were lost, so I bought an ordinary iron knife and used it first.

Besides, use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken!

The people in the room in front of him are not qualified to let him use the demon sword!

"Wow!"

A dragon groan-like sound of drawing a sword sounded, and the big man's eyes flickered, and a bright blade light lit up, and the strong light pierced him a little bit unable to open his eyes.

He hadn't reacted yet, he only felt a cold neck, his head had flown out, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood pouring out from his neck.

"This kid... is so strong!"

Seeing this scene, everyone took a deep breath, and their faces were shocked. Obviously they did not expect that the seemingly dull boy would possess this terrifying strength.

They originally thought that Fang Xuan was a little white face with no power to bind a chicken, but they didn't expect this guy to hide deeply, and many people showed a solemn look, and they never dared to look down upon Fang Xuan.

"I understand, this guy is the test given to us by the Slaughter Capital. As long as we kill him, we can enter the Slaughter Capital. Brothers, kill!"

At this time, I don't know who yelled, the name of the city of killing was like a devil-like temptation, which made these people in the tavern show a fanatical expression and rushed.

The people who can come to this place are all called by the Slaughter City. Obviously they are not worried people. Under the Slaughter City’s call, their eyes are red and become extremely mad, and they seem to be mad at Fang Xuan. Rush away.

black!black!black!black!black!

Five black auras rose from that slender body, Fang Xuan's head was full of black hair and windless, and a powerful aura burst out, and the entire tavern began to shake violently, as if he could not bear this powerful aura. Collapsed.

"kill!"

Fang Xuan screamed wildly, bathing his body with killing blade energy, turning into a peerless God of War, with a raging warfare, murderous aura, and terrifying murderous intent erupted.

Two bloody lightning flashed from his eyes, and the long knife suddenly swung out, directly smashing the big man who was the first to kill in front of him. The blood and bones were scattered on the ground, and then suddenly turned around, his left fist blasted out in vain, and another was about to be behind him. The surrendered guy smashed with a punch, his internal organs spilled and bones splashed.

Fang Xuan's black hair was stained with blood, and his fighting spirit was surging. In this group of big men, he slayed frantically, like a magic star, killing countless people with fear.

These strongest ones are just four-ringed soul sects, and most of the others are soul masters and soul veterans, so how could they be Fang Xuan's opponents.

In less than a minute, all the more than twenty big men in this room were beheaded by him. The tavern was full of mess, blood flowed into rivers, and the whole place was full of blood and blood. The whole tavern seemed to have become a hell on earth.

But at this time, the waiter was still standing on the bar, wiping the wine glass calmly, calmly, as if he hadn't paid attention to the blood and corpses all over the place.

The waiter's attitude was still very arrogant. He glanced at Fang Xuan faintly, and sneered with some disdain: "Hehe, do you think that if you kill a few people, you have the qualification to enter the killing city?"

"Humph!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and a red beam of light was released from his pupils, quickly covering the waiter.

The huge spiritual force radiated out, like an ancient beast roaring ferociously, directly screaming this unruly waiter, so he knelt on the ground, shivering.

His current mental power is really too strong, much stronger than the average Title Douluo, just the coercion of mental power, it is not something this little waiter with only the strength of the soul can resist.

Fang Xuan's black hair was scattered, his eyes were cold, and he returned to the sheath calmly. He sat down calmly in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. He glanced at the waiter coldly and said:

"Pour wine!"