At the beginning of Douluo, there is a sister who hurts

Chapter 27 Death is not necessarily a bad thing

"Everything..." There was no innocence and immaturity in those sky-blue eyes under the black robe, but only the bloodthirsty and indifference that shocked people's hearts. Hearing the wild shouts around him, the fighting spirit in his heart was quickly overwhelmed. ignite.

He has already fallen in love with this way of life, honed his mind by killing, and has become increasingly proficient in the control of the magic knife. When the soul power breaks through two levels, on the basis of 200 yuan fragments, he has the control right of 100 yuan fragments.

Every time he heard his opponent's desperate begging for mercy before dying, Shen Yumo would lower his head and whisper to them, since he was afraid of death, why did he come here?Now that you are here, you must prepare for the realization of death.

As for the opponent in front of him, he glanced at him disinterestedly, the stern look in his eyes kept wandering around the Blood Crow, he was just a soul sect, his strength was too weak.

I still remember the soul king who had hidden his strength before, and he fought against him as a soul king. In the end, Shen Yumo was seriously injured, and he successfully injured his opponent by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Unexpectedly, the other party is actually a soul king, not a soul sect at all. At that time, Shen Yumo really felt the breath of death. What is amazing is that he clearly watched the tiger claws attached to the flames grabbing his head, but So close to each other, the tiger's claws didn't even take half a step forward.

Afterwards, a golden light burst out from Shen Yumo's body, and everyone saw nothing in front of them. In the end, the soul king died, and it looked like he was crushed to death by something. His death was extremely miserable...

While the circumstances were a little unclear at the time, it was still a win.

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"Nine rounds of No. 90 in the life-and-death soul match, the devil's sword of death vs. the blood crow!" The voice of the middle-aged man came from the amplified soul guide.

"Whoa! Death Demon Knife!"

"Death Demon Knife, labor and capital will oppress you, don't let us down!!"

The violent atmosphere in the audience was completely ignited. Here, not only were the two life-and-death contestants, but tens of thousands of gamblers were betting on life and death. Some people gambled with their lives, and most of them just gambled with money.

Here, there is no shortage of people who get rich overnight, and betting is the best way.

Hearing these shouts and expectations, the blood crow's face turned green, his thin fingers were tightly clenched, and his eyes were fixed on the black-robed boy.

"Is it because I'm not worthy to be your opponent? Can't you see my taunts? Don't look down on me..." Blood Crow's red eyes were like an ancient curse.

If eyes could kill, perhaps the man in black would have died thousands of times.

"All I want is to fight. What you want is power and honor. I can give it back to you. Everything here is not very important to me." A deep voice came from under the black robe.

After today, he will leave here, and part of what he wants has already been obtained here. As for the rights in the eyes of the blood crow, Shen Yumo really has no interest at all.

"Stop looking down on people!" Blood Raven's nails had already moved forward into the flesh, but he didn't know it.

"Let me welcome this special moment together! The Soul Fighting Contest starts now!!"

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"Come on, let others take a look at your flamboyance, you must be "buying" if you can win so many games." The blood crow looked crazy, and the arrogant look made people think that there was something big about it.

"The fighting spirit begins!"

As the sound fell, those fanatical gamblers stared at the Soul Fighting Platform with twinkling eyes.

Both of them didn't make a move. Blood Crow thought that what he said hit the other's pain point, which made the other party fall into fear, so he laughed wildly.

A pair of slender fingers stretched out under the black robe. To this day, Shen Yumo is still a little numb.

When killing becomes normal, then this is a matter of course. His hands are already stained with the blood of the dead, and the magic knife has been tempered by himself into a sharp weapon for killing.

He can take the opponent's life invisibly. Shen Yumo often wonders whether it is right for him to use his martial soul to cause unprovoked killings. The blood on the blade has not disappeared, and the next lucky person will be ushered in All of this will eventually make him stronger!

Martial spirits in this world are born to be strong, to make themselves stronger and invulnerable.

The strange purple color is blooming in this space, "You talk too much, are glory and power really that important?"

The head staring at the black robe slowly lifted up, and a deep, magnetic voice came.

Hearing this, Blood Crow immediately excitedly said: "What do you know? This place will make a person's arrival meaningful and existent, and you will only be my defeat, do you know? I'm dreaming I want to kill you, here, I used to be a treasure, everyone would call me Brother Crow when they saw me, but now it’s different, when they see me, they will only talk about me behind my back..."

A line of tears flowed down Blood Crow's pale skin, and he stared fixedly at the man in black, "If I kill you, everything will come back."

All the actions of the blood crow fell into Shen Yumo's eyes. He just looked at the blood crow so lightly. The weak will always live in the glory of the past, and they often will not accept the despair brought about by failure.

Then let me end you, the greatest respect for you is to use all my strength to defeat you and harvest your life.

Hey.

Hey.

The lights on the Soul Fighting Stage were all focused on the man in black who was walking towards the Blood Crow step by step. No one had seen his true face, only knew that he had a sharp murder weapon.

"Come on!" Blood Crow became more excited, and his soul power fluctuated more violently. Three dazzling soul rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, were suspended around his body.

The soul power of Hongmang's devouring people was flowing extremely fast, and the body of the blood crow was trembling, yes, he was afraid.

How could he have never seen the scene where the black-robed man killed the enemy with a single blow with the knife in his hand, the opponent's head was separated from the body tragically, Xue Hong's blood had already told everyone how extraordinary this black-robed man was.

The more this happened, the more excited the blood crow became, and his scarlet eyes were full of desire for blood. Those people said that killing people and sucking blood would make them stronger!If his crow spirit absorbs human blood, it will become stronger!
Immediately, immediately he was going to suck the other party's blood, he wanted to let the crow taste the taste of the strong man's blood, excited, the red tongue licked.

At the same time, the red blood mist around his body gradually surrounded his whole body, and one after another small crows flew in the red mist, but the eyes of each crow had already turned scarlet.

"The third soul skill! Red Crow Blood Chain!"

"Come and taste the feeling of being sucked out of blood! Hahahaha..."

The red mist was touched at a very high speed, and the crows that spread out from the red mist gathered at a very high speed to form a thick red chain, biting at the black-robed man like a python.

clatter……

hum.

The purple-red soul power of the magic knife flashed in the red mist, like the eyes of a hell devil, and then a sharp breath permeated the hand.

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(End of this chapter)