The Unusual Number of Douluo

"There is?"

Zhao Xuan glanced around, and suddenly appeared behind a big man in a flash.

The big man carried a rusty handle on his back, and curly knives everywhere on the blade, exuding an astonishing evil spirit.

At the moment when Zhao Xuan appeared behind the big man, the big man frowned in an instant, and turned back and gave a heavy elbow.

Clean, neat, without leaving the slightest effort!

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes. He didn't expect this big man's reaction to be so swift. All these are the fighting instincts that the big man has exercised from countless killings.

A strange color flashed in Tang San's eyes in the distance, and he suddenly understood Tang Hao's intention to send him here.

Although the big man's reaction was good, it was a pity that his opponent was Zhao Xuan, and when the elbow hit with strong wind, Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand like lightning.

"boom!"

The seemingly fierce elbow was held tightly by a slender palm, unable to move at all.

The big man's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and tried hard, but Zhao Xuan's hands still held his elbow joints tightly like iron tongs, without the slightest movement.

A hostile spirit flashed across his face, and the big man's right hand suddenly pulled out the big knife behind his back, and then severely cut it towards Zhao Xuan. At this moment, the already somewhat broken big knife was also used by him with extremely violent momentum.

The abnormal movement here has already triggered many people's observations. The City of Killing is a place where you are killed at all times. If you want someone to save you, unless you let the sun rise from the west.

So even though those people were watching, there was not a lot of bloodthirsty in their eyes. Tang San even saw some people eager to move, preparing for a mantis catching cicada and oriole.

"when!"

People didn't even find out how Zhao Xuan made the move. They only saw that when the sword was about to fall to Zhao Xuan's front door, a clear voice suddenly remembered that the sword that the big man was holding suddenly collapsed inch by inch, and iron chips were flying all over the sky.

The right hand squeezing the big man's elbow was slightly hard, and a small "click" sound rang.

"I want to ask you a question. I wonder if you are interested in answering it?"

Zhao Xuan's expression was indifferent, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and asked the big man in front of him. Under his light wind, the big man's elbow had been twisted to an astonishing arc, and he only needed to apply a slight force. His arm will be completely scrapped.

The big man turned red from the intense pain, and he nodded fiercely.

"Where is it?"

Zhao Xuan pointed to the palace-like building in the distance and asked.

A look of surprise flashed in the big man’s eyes. It seemed that he didn’t understand why Zhao Xuan was in the killing city but didn’t even know this. However, the intense pain quickly pulled him back into reality, and he trembled: "That ...There is...the palace of the Slaughter King."

"King of Slaughter?"

Zhao Xuan suddenly became interested and mentioned him in the explanation of the black yarn woman.

"Who is the Slaughter King? How is his cultivation?"

"No one...knows, knows who the King of Slaughter is...who, he, he is the...master of the Slaughter City."

"He still... can use spirit abilities, and is a... Titled Douluo."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Xuan murmured, his eyes narrowed when he looked at the palace, and he wondered whether there was anything he needed.

Looking at the big man in his hand in a blink of an eye, Zhao Xuan suddenly exerted force, the big man's whole body flew upside down, and then hit the wall on the side of the street. After a "boom", the whole wall collapsed in that room. Drop.

The huge sound shocked the onlookers, and those who were eager to move did not dare to move at once.

Zhao Xuan picked up the Bloody Mary who was lying on the ground, glanced at the corner of the street and said to Tang San, "Little San, let's go to the Hell Killing Field first."

"it is good."

Tang San retracted his gaze to look at the big man, and then nodded towards Zhao Xuan, without showing the slightest pity in his eyes.

The people here are all wicked people from the outside world, and they all have their own way of taking death, not worthy of his mercy.

After Zhao Xuan and the two left, the eyes of those who were stunned on the spot flickered, and then looked at the big man who collapsed in the ruins, licked his lips, and looked about to move.

However, none of them acted first, they all looked at the people around them carefully and vigilantly.

After the two got into the killing fields of hell, a girl in black suddenly turned out on the corner of the street.

The young girl has a nearly perfect hot figure, holding a snow-white rapier in her hand, her eyebrows are picturesque, she carries an icy murderous aura and an aura of keeping away from others.

The beautiful eyes full of fascinating charm looked at the direction where Zhao Xuan and Tang San were leaving, Hu Liena pursed her lips: "Did you find me? How could he be here?"

After the elite soul master competition and his party, Zhao Xuan's name was like a big mountain in the hearts of all the seniors in the spirit hall, and he couldn't wait to get rid of it, and she was the same as the saint of the spirit hall.

"Who is the person next to him? Why do I feel familiar..."

Chapter 303 Bloody Thing

If killings are all sins, then the root of sin is definitely the killing fields of hell.

The city that can be killed is called "hell". Even if the killing field is not a real hell, it is almost the same as hell.

Standing on the high stand, there were countless people screaming insanely and excitedly beside them. They looked at the blood constantly thrown on the stage, their eyes were red, and their spirits were extremely excited.

On the small ring, a stream of blood gathered into a stream and slowly flowed down. Stumps and broken arms, intestines flowing out of the abdomen, and red and white things in the brain piled on it.

The only victor was kneeling, and he raised his only arm and roared around, while on the other arm, blood was constantly pouring from the incision that just broke, falling on the ring and blending into the blood stream. .

The blood here is dazzlingly red, so red that people can't help but... want to kill.

The Jingshi White Lotus standing quietly in the Sea of ​​Consciousness suddenly swayed gently, a huge phantom slowly unfolding in the sky of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and the bright white light of the Pure World bloomed.

Zhao Xuan's body trembled suddenly, and then the whole person seemed to have just awakened from his sleep, his eyes were slightly confused.

Shocked all over, Zhao Xuan frowned and muttered, "Is even me affected?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Tang San beside him. Tang San stood there quietly, with his dark blue hair draped behind his shoulders. When viewed from the side, his face was soft, and his white face was not like the bronze color it used to be. This slaughter city is like a young man in the muddy world.

"Little San." Zhao Xuan suddenly called.

"Ok?"

Tang San turned his head and looked at him strangely. Tang San's eyes were azure blue, as clear as the sky, but at this moment there was a black hostility enveloped in it.

Sure enough, Xiao San was also affected.

Just when Zhao Xuan was about to help Tang San drive away his hostility, a blue light flashed through Tang San's eyes, and the black hostility slowly dissipated.

Zhao Xuan stopped the movements in his hands, and turned to look at Tang San with a little surprise: "Domain?"