Douluo's holy sword

Chapter 354

"My name is Mordred."

"Excuse me, can you give me some face and let this child go in?"

In front of him, this handsome man said so.

The soul sage who was blocked by his hand took a look at him, but he didn't even care about his presumptuous behavior. After taking a look at him, he silently nodded and took a step back.

Obviously, the matter was left to him to handle.

On the tower, a group of "second generations" squatted in the corner, surrounded by a somewhat bloated man, a little impatient.

"Fatty, did you hear me? How is the situation now?"

"Don't make noise, am I not listening?"

"Also, I'm not fat! I'm plump! Strong!" The fat man explained angrily.

"Come on, Fatty, hurry up!" The others urged.

Fatty's martial soul is an extremely rare body martial soul, and the martial soul is the "ear".

Although the combat effectiveness is worrying, but in this kind of eavesdropping, he is an absolute professional.

Obviously, although they were warned not to peep, they were still itchy.

So, they chose a more tricky approach.

The fat man held his breath and focused, silently channeling his soul power, his ears were covered with a layer of faint fluorescent light.

Not long after, he didn't open his eyes, and kept listening to the conversation happening below, repeating it in his mouth.

"The guy who waited for us is called Mordred, he seems to ask Commander Yu to give him face..."

"For face?" Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the strange expressions on each other's faces.

"Who did Yu Hang give face to that stinking stone? I'm afraid it's His Highness the Pope, what should he say?" Someone muttered.

"Let alone give him face with someone he doesn't know..."

When someone said this to that guy Hang, the result was already doomed.

It is destined to lose all face.

Everyone present thought this way, and they all waited with some anticipation for the fat man to repeat the next conversation.

Only Anton had a strange expression on his face.

He frowned and bowed his head in thought for a long time.

"Mordred?" he said vaguely.

"Why do you always feel a little familiar?"

At the city gate, facing Ye Yao's words, Yu Hang also gave his answer.

"No, get out!" Yu Hang said coldly.

Oh open!

The companions behind Ye Yao, including the two soul saints who led the team, all had their eyelids twitched.

Ruined!
Such thoughts floated in their hearts.

They are all old people from the Wuhun branch of Xingluo City, and they have been in the Wuhun branch for at least five years.

And Mordred just joined more than a year ago.

In terms of qualifications, he is undoubtedly the shallowest.

However, with his bold and generous character, he got along well with them without any sense of disobedience.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is that in the life of their colleagues for more than a year, they have already deeply understood what kind of person Mordred is.

When Yu Hang said these words, this matter was already doomed to fail.

Hearing Yu Hang's unceremonious refusal, Ye Yao seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Never mind?" He continued to ask.

"It's not negotiable." The reply was still quick and firm.

"Is that so..." Ye Yao sighed regretfully.

Behind him, everyone silently took two steps back.

Then they thought about it, and then backed away again, a full 50 meters away.

The two soul saints were still whispering as they retreated.

"What do you say? Don't stop me?"

"Stop?" The companion asked back, "Are you going up or am I going up?"

"Or should we go together?"

The companion was silent, and then silently accelerated his back pace.

Seeing their somewhat abnormal behavior, Yu Hang frowned, a little confused.

However, such doubts only existed in his heart for a moment.

The next moment, he already understood.

Or maybe he already had a guess, but this guess was too unbelievable, so he didn't want to believe it.

The violent thunder exploded in front of him, and a ferocious and frenzied aura like a high-level soul beast rushed towards his face.

"You!" Yu Hang was shocked and angry.

He didn't think about it, he really didn't think about it.

Someone really dared to act so recklessly, dared to attack the guards of the city gate so boldly in front of the headquarters of the Wuhun Palace and the Wuhun City where the Holy Land is located.

However, now is not the time for him to speak out.

With the sound of howling wind, his right hand was raised to his chest in an instant.

At the same time, he held a jet-black halberd with iron light in his hand and laid it across his chest.

When he was calm, he blocked the long sword exuding red aura.

"clang!"

The majestic and huge sound spread wildly from the city gate as the center, covering almost a quarter of Wuhun City.

"Ah! My ears!" At the tower, the fat man suddenly screamed, covering his ears, his body twitching non-stop on the ground.

No need to ask why, the others have already heard the huge voice.

Even if they heard it here, they felt a slight vibration in their eardrums.

Not to mention the fat man whose hearing has been strengthened dozens of times by using the Martial Soul.

A thin man squatted down, took away the fat man's hand covering his ears, and took a closer look.

"It's okay, with the protection of soul power, there is not much damage." He came to a conclusion.

"It's just that the stimulation is a bit strong, and the fat person will suffer a little bit. However, it will be fine after a while."

Everyone looked at the fat man who kept rolling on the ground, and couldn't help but nodded in pity.

"So, what's the situation now?" A person asked in a low voice.

"A fight?" A person said uncertainly.

"No way……"

"There really is such a lunatic who dares to do such a thing in front of Wuhun City." Yan Hao couldn't help admiring.

"Crazy?" Anton was taken aback when he heard what Yan Hao said, and then his eyes lit up.

"I remember!" He whispered.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, he said excitedly, "I remember who this Mordred is."

"I always thought his name was a bit familiar. I should have heard it somewhere, until I heard Anton say the word 'crazy' just now, I finally remembered it. "

"It's been less than a year and a half since I joined the Spirit Hall, but I've already become famous, occupying a very high and important position in the Xingluo City branch hall."

"When I first entered the branch hall, the bishop who was Contra personally inspected it, and was finally praised by the bishop, "It is not uncommon for him to have seen people with the best cultivation talents, but it is true that people with such high fighting talents It was the only one he saw in his life'."

"Afterwards, he was assigned to the investigation and law enforcement forces of the Wuhun Temple, and he made countless contributions in the following time."

"The most famous thing is that he faced four powerhouses of the same level alone in a mission. Among them, the soul power of two of them was higher than his. He fought four against one and never retreated. He was unrestrained, violent, and spared no expense on himself, and in the end, he frightened the four criminal soul masters who had been licking their blood all year round, and even, in the end..."

Anton took a deep breath, with admiration and horror in his eyes.

"When the reinforcements from the Xingluo City Branch Hall arrived, they saw four mutilated corpses lying on the ground, and the blood-soaked man with nearly [-] wounds on his body, but still standing tall. figure."

"My God..." I don't know who made such a moan.

"According to the healing soul master who accompanied him at that time, there were three injuries on his body, and if he penetrated even the slightest bit, it would definitely be a fatal injury, and he would never be able to recover."

"However, in the fierce battle, relying on his strong fighting consciousness, he insisted on avoiding the fatal injury and turning it into a serious injury."

"Originally, with such an injury, even if it wasn't fatal, he would have to lie in bed for two weeks before he could get out of bed, and he would be able to move freely for more than a month. This is still the case of receiving the best treatment..."

"But, that guy, he was able to walk on the ground in only three days, and he was able to jump up and down in a week..."

"This is not human at all..." Yan Hao's eyes twitched wildly.

When the branch of Xingluo City reported this matter, it caused some shocks. "Anton continued.

"I heard that a Contra elder once thought of taking him as an apprentice, but after carefully reading his information, he gave up?"

"why?"

"He said 'he can't teach Mordred'?"

"what?"

"Yes, you heard me right." Anton's face was serious.

"He said, 'In terms of combat, I'm afraid even he may not be Mordred's opponent at the same level. As for cultivation...I'm afraid it will only be a matter of time before Mordred reaches his level. He has nothing to do. something to teach'."

"My God!"

"Soul Douluo thinks he can't do it. Doesn't that mean that only Title Douluo is qualified to accept him as a disciple?"

Anton did not answer the question.

"He is known as the 'Crimson Beast', his personality is as wild as his fighting, and there are even some people who say he is 'crazy', so I am not surprised that he can do such a thing."

"How much is his soul power?" Someone asked the most important question.

"He is 36 years old this year. According to the report half a year ago, he should be level 63. Now... it is estimated to be similar, at most level 64." Anton thought for a while and said.

"This talent... is no worse than Yu Commander."

No wonder they dared to confront each other with swords.

"Talent belongs to talent. Commander Yu is 39 years old this year, and his soul power is 67. He has a lot of advantages in soul power."

"However, that Mordred's fighting consciousness is so terrifying..."

The crowd began to argue endlessly about winning or losing the battle between the two.

In the end, Anton made a conclusion.

"No matter who wins or loses, this must be a battle between dragons and tigers."

Too bad they can't see...

A sense of loss began to permeate among the crowd.

After a while, Yan Hao gritted his teeth one by one, stood up, and resolutely walked towards the wall.

"Yan Hao! What are you doing! You're crazy!" Someone exclaimed.

Mordred had already warned them just now.

However, now that Yan Hao still dares to peep, he is really not afraid of being discovered and then the queen will settle the score!
That is a ruthless man who dared to draw his sword and hack at the guards at the gate of Wuhun City. The identities of their fathers really can't scare him any more.

There's no point in getting a severe beating just for the sake of a moment's anger or the little curiosity in your heart.

"Idiot!" Yan Hao cursed angrily while watching the battle below.

"Do you think that he, who is currently fighting Yu Shitou, still has time to pay attention to whether we have peeked?"

Um?What this says...

There was a gleam of light in everyone's eyes.

It seems reasonable.

Everyone looked left and right, and in the end, they all gritted their teeth.

Ma De, isn't it just a beating?
Could it be that he could still kill me!
Moreover, isn't there someone else accompanying him?
If you want to be beaten, you must at least have a companion.

Ever since, many heads popped up again in the city.

As for the bottom...

"Do you dare to fight at the city gate?" Yu Hang held the halberd with both hands, the muscles in his arms bulged slightly, and he firmly held the long sword in front of him, and said while gritting his teeth.

"Why don't you dare?" Ye Yao grinned, showing a wild smile.

"According to the regulations, at the city gate, those who are good at wielding weapons..."

"Kill or kill!"

With a roar, Yu Hang swung his long sword away, and then pointed the halberd in his hand like an oolong, with a sonic boom, to Ye Yao's chest.

"Where is there any idiot who came here on purpose to be killed!" Ye Yao laughed loudly, turned back the long sword that had been swung away in his hand, and swung it up again.

"Clang clang clang!"

A muffled but huge sound wave erupted from the martial souls that were constantly intertwined in the hands of the two.

The weaker ones around couldn't even see how many shots they made.

"Really don't need to stop? This is a bit loud." Soul Sage Fang Cheng, the leader of the Xingluo City branch hall, looked at the growing momentum and the crowds in the city that kept gathering here, and asked again.

"I still say the same thing." Companion He Wuyan said blankly, "You go, or I go, or should we go together?"

"This..." Fang Cheng was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Have you forgotten the result of our fight against Mordred when we two didn't use our martial soul avatar?" He Wuyan's mouth twitched slightly.

Hearing this sentence, Fang Cheng subconsciously touched his flank.

Although the original injury had healed long ago, but now when He Wuyan mentioned it, he recalled the original pain again.

"As for using the spirit avatar... I think we will have more momentum then than now." He Wuyan said in a low voice.

"Then just watch?" Fang Cheng couldn't help saying, watching the constantly surging black and red light.

"Wait." The old god He Wuyan was there.

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for someone who can solve this matter."

"Here...is Wuhun City!"

In Wuhun City, near the city gate, there was a somewhat scruffy old man wandering the streets with a flagon.

"What's going on?" The old man scratched his messy hair, looking at the hurrying crowd, a little dazed.

"Today's Wuhun City seems to be a little noisy!"

Immediately, as if he had discovered something, he looked towards the city gate.

"Tsk, it's so lively!"

"Old man, let me go and have a look too!"

(End of this chapter)