From Douluo to Weimo

Chapter 47 "Scythe Cut"

"Get ready."

After Chu Wuhen glanced at Lin Xiao, he let go of his mind and spoke.

Hearing his words, apart from Xiao Chen and Zhan Wenqiu, the other six were ready to go.

However, in just a few minutes, under the strong flame attack, Lin Xiao's team soon began to suffer serious injuries.

You know, the flame demon lion is very good at both melee and long-range attacks, each of them has dazzling flames rising from their bodies, and their bodies are about the same size.

The difference between a thousand-year and a hundred-year cultivation is that the flame rising from the body of the century-old flame demon lion is red, while the flame rising from the body of the thousand-year flame demon lion is orange.

The three groups of orange were so eye-catching among the lions. This team also had a hard time. After they attacked and killed a flame demon lion, they were surrounded by the lions.

If it weren't for Lin Xiao and the three thousand-year-old flame demon lions to restrain each other, they would have captured the dead souls now, let alone trying to run away.

However, their strength is indeed quite good. Their injuries are increasing, but they have also caused some damage to the flame lions.

But Chu Wuhen wasn't in a hurry at all, those few people could still bear such a group of flaming lions slaughtering, and they didn't reach the point of exhaustion.

After all, "the icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow".

Gradually, time passed bit by bit, and the seconds passed like years in the hearts of Li Wangyou and the others, and the bloodthirsty feeling became more and more serious.

Three minutes later, Chu Wuhen gave an order.

"kill!"

"Roar~~~"

Li Wangyou turned into an ice and fire demon tiger, roaring in the mountains and forests, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he bluffed people first, and slapped a flame demon lion into the air, thus achieving the lion's claws.

With Zhao Jiancai's longbow in his hand, the first yellow circle of light shone brightly, and a quick arrow shot out, cooperating with Li Wangyou and killing him.

Take the opportunity to get a blood.

At this time, the three brothers of the Liu family used a long stick to open the way and rushed to the battlefield, and a dark yellow shield instantly grew from their right arms.

Countless dark yellow lights and shadows bloomed from the Consonance Shield, and the three-sided Consonance Shield seemed to turn into thousands of faces in an instant.

Cooperating with those three defensive members, they formed a small circle, surrounding the remaining few people.

Just standing there, they give people a mountain-like thick and solid feeling.

"call."

At this time, a tall-tailed loli just let out a long breath, and sat on the ground slumped, with a slender Tang Hengdao stuck upside down in the ground, too lazy to move.

"Xiao Linzi, hurry up and give me a sip."

On the side, another short girl was looking at the mountain, limp and lying on Cai Lin's body, her collagen-filled face was full of anxiety.

The boys on the side were full of envy and jealousy, wishing to exchange places with Hu Siqi.

"It's such a fucking life. There are not many high-quality resources, so why do you have internal friction!"

Not to mention what they thought, on the other side, Lin Xiao, who was covered in black mist, looked at the sudden few people with surprise in his eyes.

He thought they would have to slow down for a while before they could help, after all, someone could save the one just now.

However, since this is the case, let's start the plot killing!
When Lin Xiao moved, the flame demon lion followed closely.

But compared with the astonishing flame demon lions, he didn't make any sound, but wherever he passed, it seemed that the surrounding light would be swallowed up by the darkness on his body.

The body flickered, and a series of afterimages appeared behind it. The speed was very fast, and the distance between the two sides approached 40 meters in a short while.

The flame demon lions suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies. It wasn't the coldness they felt physically, but it came from the depths of their souls. It was a feeling of fear.

As a result, the three thousand-year-old flame demon lions radiated orange light all over their bodies, and their bodies suddenly swelled up. A layer of dazzling golden light appeared on the surface of their hairs, and they directly attacked the black in the air.

The distance suddenly fell into darkness!
The three thousand-year-old flame demon lions and the black shadow seemed to have been swallowed by the darkness.

"It's really a powerful martial soul."

Chu Wuhen saw the truth through the black mist.

It was a young man with a pale face, and there was nothing unusual about his appearance. Only his gray hair was more eye-catching, and his eyes were also gray. The whole person seemed to come from another world.

In his right hand, he held a huge sickle. The handle of the sickle was three meters long, and the blade of the sickle was more than 1.5 meters long.

There are many dark purple patterns on the sickle blade, just look at it with your eyes, you will feel that your eyes are attracted, and even your whole soul is sucked into it.

I saw the gray-haired boy swinging the sickle against the trend, as easily and freely as if cutting rice, and his eyes were calm.

No, that is indifference!

With one blow, the Flame Demon Lion, which had just stepped into a thousand years of cultivation, was harvested like a mustard, leaving only its two halves of eyes whose whites occupied the entire eyes, and were thrown away from the battlefield.

If it was just that, it wouldn't be worth Chu Wuhen's embarrassment.

Although Lin Xiao's display of strength is powerful, it is not worth his second glance.

After all, Xie Yue and Bai Haoyu can do the same.

As for the little fox and Yan, it was just two more attacks.

What moved him was because of the soul ring on his body.

Yellow, the three soul rings are all yellow, and none of the thousand-year soul rings.

You know, in the current Wuhun Temple, the geniuses who have walked out of the elite training camp have no second spirit rings less than 900 years old.

As for Lin Xiao, the third spirit ring has just entered the 900-year limit.

"It's a pity, if he is under my command, it's not just such an achievement, it's a waste of a top martial soul who has stepped into a super martial soul with one and a half feet."

Chu Wuhen sighed.

This is hating on the brain drain.

Immediately, he tapped his toes, as if dancing with the wind, ethereal and invisible, dozens of steps passed by in a flash, and he entered the black mist in a flash.

He didn't say a word, or look in his eyes, and he didn't show the slightest bit of panic. He just stretched out his hand, and as soon as his arm was cut off like a sickle, a bloody aura suddenly emanated from him.

This bloody killing breath is not an ordinary martial art, but comes from the East, and it is called "Sickle".

Oriental martial arts, pay attention to lethality, the naked pursuit of killing, this is related to the cultural factors of a country, the geography is small, natural disasters are constant, the whole nation must learn to be cruel, violent, in line with the law of the jungle, the weak prey on the strong, and natural selection.

This kind of martial arts is very terrifying. When confronting an enemy, not to mention fighting, one will often be captured by the opponent's murderous aura, completely devoid of fighting spirit, and be slaughtered by others.

The so-called meeting on a narrow road means that the brave wins.

Three words can sum up Oriental martial arts, that is "the way of killing life".

When Chu Wuhen first dabbled in martial arts, he once admired this kind of martial arts, thinking that this is the real martial arts.

It wasn't until later that his cultivation gradually deepened and he entered Taoism with martial arts, that he changed his mind.

But then again, although this kind of martial arts is very narrow, it is very lethal and has its merits.

Chu Wuhen's "Sickle Cut" is quick to strike and quick to respond. He is definitely not a young boy who has just entered the martial arts world, but has experienced many battles and often encounters sneak attacks and assassinations, so he can respond so swiftly.

The sickle-like hand was like the sickle wielded by the farmer in the autumn wheat field, but with a pungent bloody smell, it seemed to shine with a cold brilliance.

In the blink of an eye, it cut to the neck of the Flame Demon Lion King, and as long as it touched it lightly, it was considered dead, and its head was truly cut off.

One cut, all, one pull, one pull, counting strength concurrently, with the support of Chu Wuhen's terrifying physical fitness, tearing off the head of the Flame Demon Lion King was nothing to him.

China has tens of thousands of martial arts, and the reason why Chu Wuhen used this trick is that he has both spirit and form, and it can be regarded as buying a horse bone with a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)