Douluo's pride

Chapter 324 Evil Sword
"Hey, have you heard that the Sun Moon Empire is looking for fugitives recently?"

"A fugitive? Not really."

"Oh, that man has already killed countless people, and those who died at his hands were all members of the Holy Spirit Sect."

"Holy Spirit Sect? What kind of sect is that?"

"That's the sect of an evil soul master..."

"This..."

Such discussions spread throughout the streets and alleys, Xue Xiaoran became well-known, and even among the common people of the Sun Moon Empire, some supported him.

reason?Because I can't understand the evil soul masters taught by the Holy Spirit.

And now, Xue Xiaoran is also facing his most severe test.

"You actually have two Contras dispatched, you really think highly of me." Xue Xiaoran calmly looked at the two Contras who were getting closer and closer, with a playful smile of cat and mouse on their faces.

The sword in his hand was already in tatters, which was the result of forcibly fighting out from between two pairs of soul guide guards and a pair of evil soul masters.

"Your Excellency is always targeting me at the Holy Spirit Church. I don't know why."

The man in black robe of Contra stopped five feet away from him, with his hands behind his back, he sneered indifferently.

"Evil people, everyone has to punish them."

"Hahahahahaha." One of them laughed, "Everyone will be punished. When you are about to die, where are those people who admire you now? Why is no one coming to save you?"

"Do you have any last words?" The eyes of the other person have turned completely gray, and the gray reveals an endless void.

Xue Xiaoran didn't say a word, and when they took two steps, his body rushed forward in an instant, and at the same time, a golden flame burned wildly on his body.

"Holy attributes!"

Contra's eyes narrowed, this is the natural enemy of evil soul masters!

In the sky, there were suddenly two cheerful sword cries, and immediately, a heavy pressure pressed on the two Contras like a boulder.

"This... this is!"

He saw the twelve-winged angel soaring in the sky, and the two terrifying divine lights!

Swipe!

The Excalibur easily sliced ​​open the heads of the two Contras, and blood sprayed into the sky like a fountain, and then the golden flames completely burned the bodies of the two.

"You will not be alone."

Above the sky, Xue Xiaoran looked at the black ash on the ground indifferently, and with the vibration of her wings, she left gracefully.

……

It is the smell of evening wind.

Xue Xiaoran stood on the tallest building in the city, overlooking the city.

The nearest crowd of evil soul masters gathers here, and it will be a happy killing.

Excalibur will not be fed by the blood of just two Contras, they need more, more killing.

Xue Xiaoran's face was numb, her feet dangled, and the cool wind was blowing, waiting for the night to come.

As for how he got into the city, it was very simple. He flew above the clouds, retracted his wings after entering the city, and then fell freely without using soul power, and then avoided the surveillance and detection of the soul guide, and then landed. Just use the soul guide to slow down.

Xue Xiaoran's sky eyes are now scanning the streets and alleys of the city.

"Ok?"

A riot came from outside the city?

Xue Xiaoran frowned, but did not leave.

Immediately, a trace of coldness appeared on his face, and the pitch-black figure disappeared instantly.

In the highest-level suite of a luxury hotel, there was a middle-aged man in a gorgeous aristocratic uniform, sipping red wine on the table.

His expression was indifferent, but there was always a trace of coldness in the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, the cold and cool feeling coming from his neck made the wine glass in his hand drop down uncontrollably.

With a bang, the wine flowed all over the floor.

"Big... my lord, please forgive me."

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground very alone, because out of the corner of his eye, he found a sharp sword hanging around his neck.

He is not a very good soul master, facing such a mysterious enemy, all he can do is beg for mercy.

The sword did not move, it remained in its original position.

"My lord." The middle-aged man's voice trembled, "You...what do you want to know."

"The location of the members of the Holy Spirit Cult."

The cold tone sounded, making the middle-aged man shudder.

"You, are you the 'Evil Sword' senior who beheaded many members of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Say it."

The sword had cut through the middle-aged man's skin, and blood oozed slightly.

"Hey! I said I said."

"Our people are all gathered near the sewer, because there..." the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "There are hostages we captured there, all of them are members of the Youth Soul Master Competition, and the Holy Spirit teaches It's guarded there, and that's all I know..."

Xue Xiaoran's silver pupils looked at the middle-aged man coldly, "Well, you are very useful."

"Senior." The middle-aged man exclaimed happily.

The next moment, the head fell to the ground.

The evil sword? Then use the evil sword to kill all of you evil soul masters.

Xue Xiaoran watched the golden flames completely burn the middle-aged man's body into black ashes, the indifference at the corner of her mouth turned into a sneer.

He put the sword back into its sheath, and then jumped down from the balcony.

The person is in the air, the sky eyes have locked the position, twisted the body, flashed a few times in the air, and flew into the night.

After flying for half the salary, he stopped in front of a dilapidated building, and the door here was also ajar.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from inside.

With no expression on her face, Xue Xiaoran kicked the door away and walked in.

In the silent, dark corridor, there were only the sound of his crisp footsteps.

"who is it?"

A shrill roar sounded immediately, and at the same time came the thick black mist.

"The one who killed you."

Xue Xiaoran kicked open the door of the hall and saw clearly what was inside.

A fat woman is suspended in the air, and below her stands a woman holding a bone whip.

The woman's eyes were blood red, and it seemed that she had fallen into evil ways for a long time.

"Let's go."

After Xue Xiaoran finished speaking lightly, the long sword was unsheathed.

"You are the evil sword? Can you kill me?" The woman smiled coldly, the black mist rolled up instantly, and the pair of eyes became more blood red.

Xue Xiaoran didn't speak anymore, because it would be futile to speak to the dead again.

With a flick of the long sword, Xue Xiaoran rushed forward, and at the same time, a golden flame of sacred brilliance was in her hand, starting from the blade, and then burning crazily.

The woman shrank her eyes and roared hoarsely. At the same time, the black mist in all directions turned into ferocious wraiths, howling and rushing towards Xue Xiaoran.

boom!
The black mist exploded!

At this moment, Xue Xiaoran stretched her twelve wings, with an angelic halo on her head, holding a long sword in her hand, and the golden flame burned the black mist clean.

"Yes... Angels..." The woman took a few steps back in disbelief, "But angels, don't they all have six wings?"

(End of this chapter)