Suppress Douluo with the Tomb of God

If he guessed right, it should have something to do with that Rakshasa God.

But it doesn't have much to do with him. His main task every day is to go out and mourn for the dead fallen, come back to purify the air and inhale the negative aura emanating from those special vegetation, and finally practice swords.

The swordsmanship inherited by the first Wuhun is still very powerful. Not only is it good-looking, it is also of great help to him in actual combat, especially the agility contained in the swordsmanship, which has allowed him to avoid many fatal attacks .

"Whoo~"

Breathing out a foul breath, Fang Chen put the long sword into the storage ring.

This sword is not his martial soul, but a trophy. The first martial soul has not been released since entering the killing capital.

"What's the name of this sword technique?"

At the same time as Fang Chen was accepting the move, Bibi Dong, who appeared on the balcony on the second floor at some point, asked softly.

Today she is wearing a embroidered light red dress, leaning on a valuable timber pillar by the balcony.At this time, she was less noble than usual and more charming. Although she was still wearing a veil, her perfect figure was enough to make people linger.

"Oh, this sword technique is called... The End of the Sword."

Fang Chen swallowed, looked away and said with a smile.

There is no specific name for this inherited swordsmanship. The hero of the world belongs to Shui Binger alone. If it is someone else, just change the name.

However, what he didn't know was that adding a name to this sword technique had moved Bibi Dong a lot.

"The End of the World with a Sword..."

Bibi Dong whispered to herself, slightly raised her head and looked into the distance, a picture slowly emerged in her mind:

A man with a long sword on his back walks through mountains, rivers, and wild forests with true love, has been in the world of mortals and people, happy with grievances and enmities, free and easy,...

There was yearning in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared and was replaced by indifference.

"This is the capital of killing, not a place for self-cultivation. If you are here to practice, you'd better accept it and resist it."

As if remembering something painful, Bibi Dong left the balcony without saying a word.

Fang Chen didn't notice Bibi Dong's expression, but was alerted by her words.

That's right, the original purpose was to come to the Slaughter Capital to improve the soul power, but isn't this a place for experience?

If you just increase your soul power, don't adapt to the killing here, and lose your indomitable momentum and murderous aura, then what is the difference from a salted fish! ?

Seeing the stunning beauty slowly disappearing from his sight, he suddenly thought of a sentence, "Woman, you caused me... Bah, thank you Dong Jie for your guidance."

Once a decision is made, action must begin.

It happened that Fang Chen was a man of action, and he arrived in front of the killing field in a short while.

Goal, ninety-nine games!

Waiting for the day when I want to go out, I will challenge the hundredth game.

However, before he entered the arena, suddenly three ragged and wounded people knelt down in front of him and burst into tears.

"Boss, help, woo woo woo"

"I'm going, how did you become like this?"

Hearing the voice, Fang Chen recognized the three people in front of him, they were his subordinates in the outer city, the 'Iron Triangle'.

Why do you only recognize the sound?It was because the faces of the three of them were scratched densely, and their clothes were torn to pieces. It was so miserable.

"Boss, the rules changed, we were driven to the inner city, and we were brutally attacked by others as soon as we arrived." Chen Gousan cried, the scabs on his face were about to burst.

"Okay, get up." Fang Chen was speechless, as expected of a paradise for the fallen, anything could happen.

"I'm going into the killing field, you wait outside, if someone wants to touch you, just report my name."

He imitated Bibi Dong and was a little domineering.

It has been two months since I entered the inner city, and I have completed the feat of eighteen wins, ranked in the top [-], and my name is still resounding.

'Iron Triangle' is naturally grateful, and feels that they have become a lot more normal when they are together with Fang Chen.

In just half an hour, Fang Chen left the killing field.

This time he let go of his mind, and the killing was hearty, and a murderous aura appeared in his body.

"Congratulations boss, a complete victory!"

Chen Gousan and the others played the roles of licking the dog and his subordinates again, "Boss, we heard just now that there is a battle in the west of the city, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Very well, your minds are still clear."

Fang Chen smiled slightly, and took out a large bottle of the Bloody Mary that he collected at the killing field just now and gave it to the three of them.

"Thanks, thank you boss." The three of them were terrified by his slightly red eyes.

"Let's go."

Four months later.

killing field.

"Hurry up, the Wailing King has a duel today."

"Let's go, I'm going to watch the battle of the Weeping King!"

Many people rushed into the killing field of hell anxiously, wishing they could grow wings and fly in quickly.

The battle of the Wailing King really ended too quickly. From the time he entered the inner city to the present, in the duels he has participated in for half a year, each battle has never lasted more than two minutes from the beginning to the end.

If you don't hurry, you won't be able to catch up with watching his exquisite killing skills.

"I'll make a Bloody Mary, one minute!"

"I squeeze three cups for thirty seconds."

In the stands, people who participated in the battle were opened before they entered the field. People paid attention to the terrifying mourning king.

In half a year, he won [-] games in a row, breaking the record of Jade Rakshasa, and also broke the record for the fastest time since the capital of suicide appeared!

Although this was due to changes in the rules, which prompted more people to participate in the battle, it could not conceal the terror of the King of Wailers, and many people even tattooed the King of Wailers on their bodies.

"coming!"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the audience.

I saw below, a huge field with a diameter of [-] meters, ten people walked out in a row.

The one who walked in the front was the thin Fang Chen.

After he appeared on the stage, the audience roared like a tsunami and shouted the words "King of mourning", wave after wave.

Fang Chen, on the other hand, was already used to it.

He just looked coldly at the nine people who quickly opened the distance and surrounded him, two soul saints, two soul emperors, and five soul kings.

A deadly situation from the outside!

when~~~

The next second, the bell rang to start the duel.

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"Don't get close to him, attack from a distance!"

A soul sage said suddenly, and then he and the other eight attacked with all kinds of hidden weapons and weapons as if they didn't need money.

In half a year, even the blind knew that the fastest to die was near Fang Chen.

That tomb is too weird, so focus on 'consumption'!

Facing the siege, Fang Chen was used to it.

In the past six months, more than [-]% of his battles were besieged.

Facing these nine people, he was more calm, although the opponent was very strong.

Whoa!

A green light appeared, and then formed a shield, resisting the attack and rushing directly towards the speaking soul saint.

"Not good, increase the attack!"

The soul sage was shocked, hurriedly asked for help, and kept retreating, while the other eight naturally followed up quickly in order to increase the effect of the attack.

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.Fang Chen, who was chasing the soul sage, suddenly turned around, swung his left hand, and the pitch-black tomb was strong against the wind, and suddenly smashed over.

"It's a slap in the face, retreat!"

Seeing the tomb of the gods, the faces of several people changed. It turned out that it was a lie that Fang Chen was chasing a soul saint, and it was true that he wanted to destroy them.

boom!

The ground trembled.

They have seen the tomb many times, but they only experienced it personally today. They finally felt the strangeness of this tomb. Even if it was twenty or thirty meters away, their souls felt oppressed.

At the same time, the eight people saw the green light of Fang Chen's right hand flashing again, and they were so scared that they took out large weapons to protect their vitals.

If the tomb is Fang Chen's means of restricting people, then the green sword glow is a sharp weapon to end people's lives.

The swiftness of Jianmang made them not afraid.

However, when they were on the defensive, the situation changed again.

The green light all over Fang Chen's body didn't launch at them, but shot behind him fiercely.

Ding.

Ding.

The two short swords were knocked flying, and the soul saint who was sneaking behind was shot into a sieve by the sword energy.

"Sorry, I predicted your prediction."

Fang Chen, with red eyes, sneered and went straight to the eight people on the opposite side.

Finally, the battle is over.

Fang Chen was the only one standing in the field.

Everyone guessed the wrong time, not half a minute, not one minute, but eight minutes!