บท 78: Night of Killing (2)
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Unknowingly, a drizzle began to fall from the pitch-black sky, washing away the bright red bloodstains on the ground and the gradually cooling corpses …
Fang Xuan allowed the cold raindrops to wet his cheeks as he sniffed the pungent smell of blood in the air. The murderous aura in his chest gradually ignited, arousing the most primitive desire for battle.
With two Soul Ancestors dead in a row, the remaining ten from the Martial Soul Hall had unsightly expressions on their faces. They all looked at Fang Xuan with grave expressions, their eyes surging with a cold light.
The leader of this group of people was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was tall and sturdy, with a pair of grey eyes that were as sharp as an eagle's. The aura that was rippling out from his body was much higher than that of the others.
He was a Soul King above rank 50.
He stood with his hands behind his back and his grey hair draped over his shoulders. He indifferently swept a glance at Fang Xuan as if he were looking at an insignificant ant. He moved his lips and coldly said, "All of you, attack together and kill this brat"
"Understood"
The moment the order was given, the nine Soul Ancestors' eyes flashed with murderous intent as they surrounded Fang Xuan. Yellow, yellow, purple, and purple. All of them had the most standard combination of soul rings, and each of them was emitting a powerful aura!
"Nine, huh …"
Fang Xuan's gaze swept over the nine Soul Ancestors who were eyeing him covetously. His expression was abnormally calm, and there was no fear on his stern face. Instead, there was a hint of eagerness to give it a try.
If he had encountered nine Soul Ancestors before, he wouldn't have had any chance. He would've died without a doubt. But now, after fusing with the fifty thousand-year Bloodthirsty Devouring Left Arm Bone.
The power of his two-handed blade had skyrocketed.
Although he wasn't very proficient with the left-hand blade, as long as he followed the trajectory of the righthand blade and unleashed the terrifying power hidden in his left arm, he would be able to reach the point where the power of the Drawing Technique would skyrocket.
"Then come at me"
Fang Xuan roared. His black hair danced in the wind as three resplendent yellow, purple, and purple soul rings rose from the soles of his feet. A tyrannical aura that far surpassed that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor erupted from him.
Not only was Fang Xuan fearless in the face of nine Soul Ancestors, but he even took the initiative to attack them. His first target was a bald man with a slightly weaker aura on his left, and his figure shot out explosively.
"Die"
He held the sword with both hands and slashed down at the bald man's head. His left arm bone was like a furnace, surging power like magma spewing out, all of which was transmitted to the blade.
Boom.
This sword strike was extremely powerful, and it cleaved the bald man into two halves, causing blood to rain down.
The bald Soul Ancestor tried to block the attack but to no avail. That was because the power of the blade was simply too strong. The fifty thousand-year soul bone's effects weren't just for show. It directly increased the strength of his left arm by ten times, greatly increasing the strength of his blade.
Unless one was far stronger than Fang Xuan, it would be very difficult to block his sword.
"Damn it"
In the blink of an eye, another one of their companions had died. This group of Soul Ancestors from the Martial Spirit Palace was infuriated. Without any hesitation, they immediately activated their Martial Souls and madly attacked Fang Xuan.
As the rain continued to fall, a great battle erupted.
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On this remote street in the northern suburbs of Heaven Dou City, two earth-shattering battles were currently taking place.
Titled Douluo against Titled Douluo, Soul Ancestor against Soul Ancestor.
On this pitch-black rainy night, the battle was in full swing.
The intensity of the battle on Crazy 'Ole's side was far greater than on Fang Xuan's side. In less than an hour, he and the Blood Douluo had already fought over a hundred rounds, and there was no clear victor.
On the moonless and starless rainy night, the bloody sword and the black sword collided incessantly, causing strands of brilliant sparks that illuminated the pitch-black night. Every time they collided, a part of the ground would collapse, and the powerful gale created by the collision would sweep through the surroundings and uproot the houses in the surroundings. It was extremely terrifying.
"Hahahaha, Luo Xuanchen, you're at your limit. You're showing signs of fatigue. Let me send you on your way."
The Blood Douluo laughed wildly, his eyes sinister. He caught a slight opening in Crazy 'Ole's defense and stabbed his blood sword through Crazy' Ole's left rib.
Blood and broken bones splattered everywhere, and it seemed that the injury was not light.
"Come on, I've been waiting for this"
Crazy 'Ole's face didn't show any signs of pain after taking the Blood Douluo's attack. Instead, a dangerous smile appeared on his face. He gripped the blood sword tightly with his left hand and swung the black sword with his right. He viciously slashed at the Blood Douluo.
"Boom"
The sword descended from the sky, carrying an invincible aura. It slammed into the Blood Douluo's chest and sent him flying.
"Ah …"
The Blood Douluo screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew back several hundred meters and crashed heavily into a wall, causing it to collapse. His ribs were all broken, and there was a terrifying sword wound on his chest. Blood gushed out endlessly, and he was almost killed by Crazy 'Ole.
If it weren't for the fact that he was a Titled Douluo and had a body far stronger than an ordinary person's, that sword strike would have killed him.
"Damn it, you took my attack on purpose just now"
The Blood Douluo's expression was very ugly, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Crazy 'Ole, who was walking toward him, and his eyes were filled with rage. How could he not know that this guy had purposely exposed an opening just now to lure him into an attack so that he could take the opportunity to send him flying?
What a trick, what a scheme.
However …
His cold gaze fell on Crazy 'Ole's chest, and he saw that there was a blood-red aura of slaughter around the ghastly hole. It was constantly corroding Crazy' Ole's body.
"Haha, Luo Xuanchen, I have to admit that this move of yours is very clever. I did suffer a little, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. My blood sword carries a powerful corrosive power. The pain and injuries you're suffering right now are probably no less than mine." The Blood Douluo sneered.
"What can you do to me with such petty tricks?" Crazy 'Ole's gray hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable. It was as if he couldn't feel the immense pain coming from his wound, and his hand holding the sword was still as steady as Mount Tai.
His entire body was drenched in blood, and he wielded the black sword like an ancient god of war. He charged toward the Blood Douluo with murderous intent, and the two of them continued to fight.
A battle between Titled Douluo was very terrifying, and it could be said to be apocalyptic.
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On the other side, Fang Xuan was killing his way through the group of Soul Ancestors from the Martial Soul Hall.
He was unstoppable, and he killed another three Soul Ancestors in a row. His indomitable and domineering aura completely suppressed the remaining five Soul Ancestors.
"What's wrong with this guy? Is he a monster?"
The Soul Ancestors couldn't help but feel a little fearful as they watched the frenzied Fang Xuan kill.
Using battle to nurture battle, and killing to stop killing. As one Soul Ancestor after another fell, Fang Xuan's strength skyrocketed …
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