However, there is not without good news. At least the enemies on the buildings on both sides fell down.
Due to the continuous accumulation of blood on the ground and the increasingly majestic murderous aura emanating from everyone, the toxins accumulated in the air are becoming heavier and heavier.
Coupled with the crowds, continuous fighting and the release of soul power, the temperature in the air is gradually rising. Those standing on the building were quickly affected by the rising toxins and swooped down like crazy, but then they were directly shot down in the air by him with hidden weapons.
"Of course, the most important thing is" Ning Xiaotian's eyes became more and more stern, and he kept waving the sword in his hand, making fierce and tricky moves. Although they were all simple moves, they became faster and more deadly.
There was no delay or stagnation at all, and with every move, people fell around him. That's why he hasn't been overwhelmed by the crowd after so long.
"I still have plenty of energy!"
His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. Although he was conscious, the long period of killing still mobilized his killing instinct, and he longed to continuously harvest lives. Especially the blood beads in the lower Dantian are rapidly absorbing the majestic power of blood around him as the Samsara Art operates, and then feed it back to themselves, maintaining his physical strength.
The number of enemies is gradually decreasing.
But his offensive intensified.
"My situation is a bit like that of an evil soul master. But so what if I fight? Keep fighting, don't let the fighting stop!" He screamed in his heart.
"Qiang!" With a sweeping blow, the enemy on the right was suddenly cleared and retreated. "Stab." Another straight thrust, and the throat of the enemy in front was penetrated. "Kill, kill, kill!" The crowds around are still coming up to kill them.
"This guy is horrible."
The onlookers who were not affected by the poison in the distance and those who had withdrawn in time were all horrified.
"Just like Shura, please don't mess with this person in the future." Someone's eyes flickered, glancing at the pile of corpses more than ten meters long and the blood on the ground that had turned into a stream. He gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.
"I actually had the idea of picking up leaks before. It's simply ridiculous." Another person shook his head and left.
"Asura was born from blood."
People kept leaving.
But most of them still stay and watch from a distance.
On the battlefield, although there are still people charging without fear of death, the total number is less than thirty, and the number is still decreasing sharply and is about to be exhausted.
They are waiting for the battle to end.
Staring at the fresh blood at the feet of the bloody Shura, his eyes were full of desire.
There are lots and lots of Bloody Marys out there.
Time passed little by little.
"puff"
When the last person fell, only corpses and thick blood were left on the empty street, as well as a bloody figure standing in the center, covered in blood.
"Crash!" Ning Xiaotian's footsteps moved slightly, and there was a strange sound of water flowing under his feet. On the low-lying ground that was shattered by the shock, there was a pool of blood covering his heels.
"Is it over?" He looked around with cold eyes, holding the sword, then bowed his waist and closed his fist, his soul power surged, "Drink!" He shouted softly, his whole body shook, and the blood all over his body was instantly shocked, revealing white marks. black armor.
The red moon hung low, and on the street line shrouded in red mist, Ning Xiaotian slowly turned around. Under the scarlet moonlight, there is a majestic and upright figure, a stern and stern look in his eyes, and an ever-elongating black shadow under his feet.
"Gulu." There was a surge in the throat, and the crowd watching from a distance were all subconsciously lowered by this glance.
"Ta" Ning Xiaotian's face didn't change, he stepped into the bloody pit, then stopped and looked up.
"Bang" The ground in front of him collapsed, and a black figure stood tall and tall. He had dark battle armor, short black hair, a dark mask, and gloomy and stern eyes. His age could not be determined, but he was definitely a man.
"You probably don't have much physical strength left. Leave the soul guide and spare your life!" the man said coldly.
"Oh, you can try it." Ning Xiaotian's eyes were stern, he stood with a sword in his hand, his voice was cold and indifferent.
He is actually still a Contra.
There is always a shortage of people in this world who want to try to pick up leaks, and they are quite shameless.
"Ignorant of current affairs."
The man frowned and disappeared on the spot. "Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo close to three meters away, a faint sound breaking through the air came, one after another, seemingly endless. "Ding ding ding" the man paused in the air and blocked with his claws. "Bang" the ground cracked, and the sword blade came into view instantly.
"Soul skills? How can it be so fast!"
The man was shocked.
"Bang, bang, bang," there was no response, and what followed was a fierce offensive without any gaps.
"Damn it!" The man was resentful in his heart. The strength of the sword was extremely astonishing, and there was no gap in the attack. The opportunity was lost, so he could only block with all his strength. "If I could use soul skills, how could I be so aggrieved?" He said. He said secretly.
"Although this person can't clearly see his soul power level, how can he still have such abundant physical strength after fighting for so long? Could it be that he was a Soul Douluo or even a Titled Douluo before he came here? No, this is absolutely impossible, this kid's The voice clearly sounds like he is in his 20s at most. Besides, how could a titled Douluo come to a place like this?"
"Drink!" The man roared angrily, put his right foot on the ground, bowed his back slightly, and thrust his hands suddenly to shake the sharp blade away.
"Poof" the light is fleeting.
"How is this possible?" His face was full of horror, and gradually became ferocious. "Plop!" The man knelt down on one knee, holding his throat tightly with his right hand. "Plop!" There was a sudden explosion sound under his palm, blood spurted out, and his body collapsed to the ground. .
"Ha, you think it's a Contra that can pick it up? My hidden weapon doesn't need to be fired by hand." Ning Xiaotian glanced at the blood-stained corpse on the ground and sneered secretly.
While the previous burst of hidden weapons forced the opponent to distract and block, he secretly wrapped it with his soul power and controlled it with his mental power, hiding a dragon whisker and suspending it behind him, waiting for an opportunity. The moment the opponent swings away the sword blade with both hands, the gap in front of him opens up, which is the best opportunity.
He glanced around with cold eyes and saw that no one dared to come forward. Ning Xiaotian held his right hand down slightly, then concentrated his attention, his eyes flashed suddenly, and the corpses around him suddenly made crisp sounds, and then
Golden starlight appeared and shot towards him. Turning his hand, he put the dragon beard needle into the soul guide.
Before taking a big step, the road was smooth and unobstructed. Wherever he passed, the people watching on both sides retreated.
When Ning Xiaotian walked away, everyone looked at each other, and then rushed towards the pile of corpses with a "crash".
Some people were holding blood and sucking it on the spot, some were collecting it carefully, and some were stripping off their clothes. However, no one dragged away the body.
"Even Contra can be easily killed. We have to report it to the king as soon as possible." The woman in black gauze looked at the direction Ning Xiaotian left, and then glanced at the chaotic battlefield below her eyes. She frowned slightly and leaned back slightly. wave.
He twisted his small waist and turned around to leave.
Not long after.
"Tatata" A black-armored knight quickly arrived with a team of armored warriors and began to clean the streets.
…
After about two-quarters of an hour, Ning Xiaotian waved away the blood on the sword blade and walked into a relatively empty house. The thick smell of blood hit his face, and he fanned the air.
Start packing up.
Not long after, Ning Xiaotian sat at the table and released his dog with a flick of his hand.
"Ouch!" The little milk dog just raised its neck, preparing to launch a sonic attack, and was suddenly stunned. The white hair on its body exploded and stood up. It looked around in panic, and then jumped under the table to hide.
"Why, I'm scared. I told you not to follow me earlier, but you insist on following me. It's okay now. You'll have to suffer for at least the next two years." Ning Xiaotian kicked the shivering silly dog with his calf. He said helplessly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" the little milk dog whimpered in response.
Ning Xiaotian ignored it and thought to himself: "This place is very dangerous. From today on, unless we are both at home like now, we can release you. At other times, you must stay in the soul guide. "
"Woo." The little dog nodded repeatedly, as if eager to return to the soul guide.
"Okay, let's eat." After saying that, Ning Xiaotian took out the food from the soul guide and started eating.
After eating and drinking, and ignoring the little puppy that rolled under the bed with the carpet in its mouth, Ning Xiaotian began to practice by sitting cross-legged on the bed, running the Samsara Technique.
After today's battle, he believed that no one would come to disturb him for the time being.
Time passed little by little. About an hour later, Ning Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes.
"There is almost no increase in soul power. No wonder Tang San stayed here for two years before he was promoted to level 1."
Ning Xiaotian sighed: "The recovery of soul power is also very slow. This can be seen from the fact that Hu Liena stayed in the original work for 1 year and only played 16 games. Without superb combat skills, if you rely too much on the increase of soul power in battle, there will be no energy every day. How much soul power can support multiple battles?"
"Could it be that God Shura's criteria for selecting successors are strong combat skills and many self-created soul skills? Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Tang San, these three are all people with many inherited skills, including Bibi Dong."
Shaking his head, Ning Xiaotian stroked his belly and smiled, "However, even if you can't cultivate soul power, it's not bad to cultivate the blood beads in your Dantian. After the previous battle, the blood beads have grown several times in size. "
"And the growth of blood beads can be assisted by diet, and even directly increase my physical strength and physical recovery speed. In the battle just now, my physical recovery speed almost kept up with the speed of physical consumption. This... the faster I kill , the faster the recovery?"
The evil soul master is something I don’t know how powerful I am.
"So, what is the essence of this blood bead? It can absorb blood energy and murderous energy, and it can also strengthen the body and restore physical strength. Is it the power of blood energy, life energy, or some other energy?"
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ning Xiaotian shook his head, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bloody full moon in the sky, and was in a daze. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, and he murmured unconsciously.
"My killing journey has begun."
PS: Fourth update.
(End of chapter)
