Douluo: Accepting Huo Yuhao as a disciple, the martial soul awakens infinitely

Chapter 19 The Titled Douluo who takes the initiative to take the throne

The referee, who was retreating with the Source of Destruction and Caitou, suddenly stopped. He felt that he was being soaked by the rain.
To be more precise, there was a person standing to his left holding a broken and malfunctioning showerhead, turning the switch on him.

The force-bearing surface was even, and the entire left side of the referee's body was stained black by the black ink. Of course, because the broken shower head was in splash mode, some sprayed closer and some sprayed further away, so the clean white A few drops of ink on the right side of the body are harmless and understandable.

But this referee is very strange. He was giving orders just now, but now he is motionless. No, there is some movement, and that is his left eyeball. His left eyeball stretches to the left as far as possible. He wants to see something, but from The ink on the top of his head, along with his hair, fell directly into his left eyeball, giving him no chance at all.

Blinking, squeezing out the ink from his eyes, and smelling the strong fishy smell in the air, the referee chose to be a wooden man, moving and doing nothing.

What's even more strange is that He Caitou, who was originally darker than ordinary people, now has black facial features and body outlines, but his skin is as white as rice paper!

There seemed to be no showerhead on his head, but several drops of ink hit his head crisply from above.

The last bit of ink ran along his shiny and bald head, along his forehead, across his trembling cheeks, accompanied by the cold sweat squeezed out of the pores on his face, and the slowly descending arc of the corners of his mouth.

With a slurp, it slipped on the round and slightly pointed chin, and with a click, it really fell to the ground like raindrops, but the ink was larger than ordinary raindrops.

After raindrops fall on the ground, they will immediately penetrate into the concrete floor.

Ordinary ink will be penetrated if it falls on the ground, but the ink on He Caitou's face is not ordinary ink, it is blood-like ink...

pat!

Bang!
Flying into the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the setting sun, a thick right arm appeared. Due to its light weight, it flew fast and fell quickly. The first soul guide fixed cannon fell to the ground in one step.

Of course, the protagonists in this world-famous painting, which looks like a splash-ink painting of landscapes, are not just the referee and the cabbage.

There were also audience members who seemed to be standing in place like wax figures with solemn expressions.

You can't blame them, because it was too sudden when the fourth-level soul engineer's arm flew into the sky.

All the audience members felt the weight of a crushing stone on their chests, squeezing their chests, making them unable to breathe, speak, or even take a breath.

At this time, they couldn't hear any sound, as if their ears were blocked by a pair of hands. They could only hear their own beating heartbeats, and that was all.

Contra, the eighth-level referee and defense type, was frozen in place like a little minion, not daring to move. So what about Contra, the eighth-level soul master?Where is the domineering female head teacher of Class [-], Class [-], Six-Huan Soul Emperor?

Apparently, it’s all the same!
They have all become characters in the painting, imprinted on a huge horizontal rice paper. Their colors are only black and white at this time, and they look so illusory and unreal.

It is a pity that this splash-ink painting does not have the finishing touch, something that makes people praise and praise, because the flash of sword light is so fast. It takes sixty seconds to snap the finger, draw the sword, and then put it into the sheath. Is there any It takes a split second, which is difficult to calculate and study, because even the owner of the sword doesn't know how fast his sword-holding hand can be.

If someone can see his shot and his figure, it proves that he is suppressing his own power very deliberately, otherwise no one can see him, just like the flashing crimson sword.

Different from the black and white colors of the others, the tall figure walking towards the entrance on the left has only one color at this time. It is black, flowing black, and active black on the paper.

The whole body is black, and the whole body exudes black energy.

The time on the scene is suspended, but this black man can walk freely, simply because he is the sole creator of this wonderful picture!
The corners of He Caitou's mouth, which was originally full of confidence, became flat again, and his eyes, which were flashing with excitement about winning, instantly became hollow and lifeless.

Dreamy.

Clap!

He Caitou's knees fell into a pool of blood at his feet.

Then his body leaned forward without any movement to support him, because he had already passed out due to excessive blood loss with his eyes wide open.

Bang!The head collided with the ground, making a crisp sound. He Caitou's huge body lay on the ground, and after a twitch, there was no sound at all.

From the wound on the right side of the broken arm, blood was still flowing along the wound to the ground, spreading to the referee's feet, and flowing towards the north like a river.

The referee, whose whole body was turned into a bloody man, dared to take a breath and at the same time swallowed the saliva with a strong fishy smell in his mouth to make sure that he was still alive. What happened?
This is what the referee was thinking. Yes, he didn't even know what happened. No, he witnessed it all right in front of his eyes. Even if he didn't see the attack, he could still determine who did it. It was just the huge fear and depression that made this person The brain of the Eight-Hand Soul Douluo selectively forgot the memory just now.Otherwise, the fact that Eight Rings Soul Douluo was frightened to the point of peeing... If word spread, he would definitely become a laughing stock and lose Shrek's face!
The Eight Rings Soul Douluo was so frightened that he peed his pants, so among the two to three hundred spectators present, there were naturally people who peed their pants.
"Caitou!" A steady roar like a mountain came from the spectator seats, and two figures quickly recovered from their stiffness and flew onto the field.

"You!" Fan Yu's eyes trembled, staring at the figure who was about to enter the entrance on the left.

Under the light of the setting sun, no blood stains could be seen on the white robe.

Fan Yu, who was too simple-minded compared to Jian Zun, didn't think much about this detail that was horrifying. If he had, he would have stood there obediently and prayed for Nie Xiaozhuang to leave as soon as possible.

There are no traces of blood on the white robe, which means that Nie Xiaozhuang has already sheathed his sword when he drew it. He Caitou's arm has not yet flown into the sky, and the wound on the broken arm has not yet sprayed. When the blood started to flow out, he had already walked back holding the scabbard.
Nie Xiaozhuang is the only one in the world who can do such an incredible thing!
The peerless face hidden under the old mask, the beautiful eyes are trembling, and if Fan Yu's big hands hadn't supported her waist, the cold and majestic persona Zhou Yi had established in the outer courtyard for many years would have been lost because of his legs. Trembling and causing collapse.

Zhou Yi is a woman, and most women admire the strong. However, Nie Xiaozhuang's expressiveness is too strong, so terrifyingly strong that she can't admire her...so strong that she fears it. He is so strong that she trembles crazily in her heart. .
This person is the real ruthless person, Zhou Yi said in his heart with trembling teeth.

Nie Xiaozhuang has never been a high-profile person. He has always been very low-key, as low-key as a grain of dust in the desert.

He will never take the initiative to be cruel, his cruelty is all forced!

The life and death battle was not proposed by Nie Xiaozhuang himself, but by He Caitou, so Zhou Yi Fanyu and Caitou asked for it themselves. That result was seeing Nie Xiaozhuang's ruthlessness.

Of course, even if it wasn't a life and death battle, Nie Xiaozhuang would ruthlessly defeat He Caitou with one blow, but he would use a scabbard with no attack power instead of a three-foot long sword that likes to drink blood.

But since the other party proposed a life and death fight, Nie Xiaozhuang would not refuse because he did not speak at all.

Since it is a life and death battle, isn't this child's play if both sides retreat 100 meters before the battle?

Stand back 100 meters and wait for the other party to pull the trigger and blast him?

Nie Xiaozhuang is not someone who just sits there and waits for death.

Since it's a life and death battle, putting the opponent to death is the primary goal, what's the rule?Just a burden.

And Nie Xiaozhuang was really restrained, otherwise He Caitou would not have been so lucky to have only one broken arm, but would have truly enjoyed what it felt like to have a sword pierce the heart.

"Come on!!!" Looking at Nie Xiaozhuang, who was about to enter the entrance of the battle platform, he had spent countless efforts to train him. Fan Yu, who was overwhelmed by the pain, instantly picked up the blood-stained soul guide cannon on the ground.

And resist!

Bang bang bang!

The ensuing sonic booms woke up the two to three hundred spectators who were still dreaming in place.

They saw Fan Yu, with eight soul rings dancing on his body, pull the trigger of the fixed cannon of a soul guide that was unstoppable for level [-] soul kings.

Four or five streaks of thunderous black light shot out from the black muzzle!

At such a terrifying speed, he would definitely be able to catch up with Nie Xiaozhuang, who was about to enter the entrance passage on the left.

Nie Xiaozhuang stopped. What was he going to do?Is he going to draw his sword?Is he going to draw his sword and split those black lights?
No, he paused for a moment, and then as if he felt at ease, he stepped into the door and disappeared into the eyes of the furious Fan Yu and the eyes of the audience who were still shocked by the incredible scene just now.

Of course a replacement appeared.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of those thunderous black rays from an unknown direction. Its big hand like a cattail fan brought out a faint red light and gently caressed it in front of him. Those extremely destructive rays of light were like hitting Like a stubborn stone, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The furious Eight-Huan Soul Douluo Fanyu saw this person appear, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Elder Gong, are you here like this?"

Apart from a powerful person at the Title Douluo level, who else could be able to eliminate half of Contra's anger? Who else would have this qualification?

(End of this chapter)