Becoming a Shura from Douluo

Chapter 18 The Third Killing God (new book please recommend and collect)

"Drinking, how can you drink if you don't come out?" Xiao Fan said coldly.

"Hahaha, come here by yourself."

Listening to these words, Xiao Fan clenched his shark muscles and walked over slowly: "Where are you?"

Xiao Fan carefully observed the surroundings many times, but he never found out where the speaker was.

"Young people, don't just look at the world with your eyes, slow down your mood, concentrate your mind and close your eyes to feel."

Xiao Fan listened, and he didn't know why he followed suit, he seemed to be inexplicably convinced!Irresistible!

Hold your breath and concentrate!Focus!

Xiao Fan closed his eyes and felt the changes with his attention.

He seemed to be able to really feel the changes in the surrounding things: a gust of wind blowing by, pedestrians walking and passing by on the street.

Um?wrong!Xiao Fan hurriedly turned to the left, and a three-foot-long sharp sword stuck to the corner of his clothes and plunged into the wall in an instant!
And all of this, Xiao Fan didn't even open his eyes!

"Don't panic, young man! Close your eyes and observe your surroundings with your attention. Protect yourself."

This time, Xiao Fan seemed to know the location of the speaker, and his voice was very old!

But for some reason, Xiao Fan always believed in his words, or could not help but follow what he said.

With a whoosh, Xiao Fan hurriedly slid backwards, swung his shark muscle to activate his soul power, and slashed out a streak of ice sword energy across the air.

"Uh... you, you obviously closed your eyes..."

Xiao Fan didn't have time to think, he turned to the right again, performed a right somersault, and then swung a sword in the air!There was only a popping sound, as if something had been cut in half, and then Xiao Fan fell steadily to the ground.

"Okay, young man find something to cover his eyes, come to me."

Xiao Fan casually took out a black cloth and covered his eyes.Then he felt that the person who spoke seemed to be a hundred meters away from him?
"Trust your feelings."

Xiao Fan listened, stepped out step by step, and then took one step after another, concentrating on sensing the surroundings, using his soul power to go straight to the speaker.

People who vent all kinds of desires on the street only see their Shura, blindfolded, flying over the eaves and walls... They don't dare to make more comments, and they all say that they have the means of death, but how many of them are there? One is really not afraid of death!

With a whoosh, Xiao Fan felt a sharp arrow attacking him quickly, to the right!Xiao Fan hastily turned his left side and took off again.

Xiao Fan jumped into the air again, and instantly the reaction of dozens of sharp arrows came from his mind!There is no way to borrow power, and there is no way to avoid it!
"Dugu Nine Swords, broken rope style."

Xiao Fan swung his shark muscles, and accurately shot down dozens of short arrows, and came in front of the speaker.

Xiao Fan slowly took off the black cloth, opened his eyes, and saw a slender, white-haired old man, wearing a black robe, with a kind face.

Xiao Fan stared at him firmly, "Your Excellency, are you from the Slaughter Capital?"

The old man in black robe smiled and shook his head: "What do you think, little friend?"

Although the black-robed old man looked old, there was a terrifying power fluctuation in his body. He slowly took out a bottle of wine and handed it to Xiao Fan.

"Little friend, do you know what spiritual power is?"

"Naturally know."

"But mental strength can also improve cultivation, do you understand?"

"I understand." Xiao Fan took a sip of his wine on his own: "Is that what you're talking about? I don't believe it."

"Little friend is really smart."

"I'm very curious, I'm a small person, why should you make things difficult for me." Xiao Fan's voice gradually turned cold.

"Young people are really impulsive. It's nice to be young." The black-robed old man took a sip of his wine and looked up at the purple moon in the sky: "When will this month change?"

Xiao Fan looked at the black-robed old man in front of him lightly, and a different emotion rose in his heart: he is also a fallen man in the end of the world, he has nowhere to solve his worries, so why is he far away from his hometown...

"Come on, let's go together." Xiao Fan raised the wine in his hand and looked at the old man in black robe.

"Okay! Let's go!"

With a clang, two metal cups filled with wine collided together.

The two sat on the roof drinking wine.

After three minutes of drinking, Xiao Fan couldn't help frowning as he watched the killings everywhere on the street and smelled the bloody smell in the air.

"Little friend, do you feel that this city is very sinful and you hate it?" the black-robed old man looked at Xiao Fan and asked with a smile.

"Hehe, if the city of sin is not evil, then it should be renamed. I think I am not a good person, and I dare not say that there is little blood on my hands, but here, I don't understand why these people are killed." Xiao Fan shook Shaking his head, a cold look appeared on his face.

"Kill; this word is very broad." The black-robed old man took a sip of wine: "Kill for yourself, kill for fame and fortune, kill for the people around you..."

Xiao Fan also nodded when he heard this: In his last life, he killed for his country all his life!

Xiao Fan recalled that in his last life, he also took a big gulp of wine. After coming to the capital of killing, he didn't know how long he hadn't been so relaxed...

"You don't need to talk about killing with a purpose, but killing without purpose can only be called a demon! It will only become a killing tool that only kills without thinking." The black-robed old man said meaningfully.

Xiao Fan nodded, as if he had a little more understanding in his heart!
"One more little friend, I should go." The black-robed old man said lightly, raising the wine in his hand to Xiao Fan.

"Okay, senior, please, take a sip." Xiao Fan raised the wine in his hand and responded.

The two threw the cups away after drinking.

"Little friend, I should go, do you know why I came to you?"

"I really don't know, please explain, senior." Xiao Fan replied in that always cold voice.

"It's very simple, you are the only one who doesn't drink that shit Bloody Mary in the city of killing! You are really like me before, this storage container is for you as a souvenir!" said the old man in black robe, handing it to Xiao Fan gave Xiao Fan a blood-red dragon head-shaped ring.

"I should go, little friend, remember, killing one person is a crime, but killing a million is a hero!" The black-robed old man walked slowly into the distance.

Xiao Fan took the bloody ring in his hand, and he felt that the moment the black-robed old man turned around, the power fluctuations weakened a lot!Just like an old man who is dying...

Xiao Fan looked at the direction in which the old man in black robe was going away, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Dare to ask senior's name!"

"Wuming, the third God of Killing in the Killing City."

A vague voice echoed Xiao Fan from afar.

Xiao Fan looked at the Scarlet Dragon Ring in his hand, slowly put it in his hand, and jumped down to the street below.

The moment Xiao Fan turned around, he didn't even realize that his state of mind had changed, it seemed that he had condensed a killing intent!This killing intent is not killing intent, but the cognition and perception of killing!

【Ding!There are three months left in the Hell Killing Fields Yum mission. 】

Listening to the sound of the machine, Xiao Fan didn't go back to rest, but walked to the killing field of hell!He has no time to rest!

Xiao Fan walked to the front desk slowly: "Check the record of No. [-]."

"No. [-], thirty battles and thirty victories."

There are still seventy games, there is no time!

"Arrange for me, fifteen games today."

Xiao Fan put down his identity card and slowly walked into the ring...

When he came out again, there were two or three scars on his body, and Xiao Fan took out a healing medicine left by the old man in black robe from the bloody dragon ring and swallowed it straight away, then walked back to the residence enduring the pain...

There are still [-] games tomorrow, so I have to reply as soon as possible!Xiao Fan leaned against the corner, swallowed another healing medicine, and began to heal his wounds cross-legged in order to cope with the fifteen games tomorrow...

(End of this chapter)