Douluo's Evil Soul Master Ancestor

Chapter 163 The Sad Blood-Red Bana Flower
"Pfft!" Even with all his strength, Jian Zitao was still unable to remain intact in the blood-red tornado. In the end, the sword intent of the Tianling Sword still couldn't resist the crazy attack of those densely packed blood-red Bana flower petals.

Those blood-red petals of the other shore flower were like blades, and they cut a series of deep wounds on Jian Zitao's body.

If there were only a few, it would not be able to threaten Jian Zitao's life, but if there were hundreds of them, it would not be so objective.

In less than half a minute, Jian Zitao's body was covered with wounds. To Jian Zitao's surprise, he couldn't rely on his soul power to stop the bleeding.

Moreover, each petal of the blood-red Bana flower also contained a very unique toxin, which made Jian Zitao's movements more and more sluggish.

And in the hands of the sick young man at the side, blood-red flowers of the other side kept appearing one after another, and then they were thrown out very casually. These blood-red flowers of the other side were the same as the previous ones.

For a moment, the entire arena was covered by the densely packed petals of the blood-red Bianhua, forming one after another blood-red tornadoes and gathering in the direction of Jian Zitao.

After touching the blood on Jian Zitao's body, the densely packed petals of the blood-red Bana flower became more bewitching, and the attack became more fierce.

When seeing this scene, no matter whether it was Lin Yufan or Wei Haoyang, all the talented children in the audience showed embarrassment.

This is no match at all, it's an absolute crush, the sick boy with the strength of the fourth ring completely crushed Jian Zitao of the fifth ring, and he didn't even look at Jian Zitao from the beginning to the end.

"Puff Chi Chi!" In the end, Jian Zitao still couldn't bear the continuous frantic attacks, his sword energy collapsed, and he was cut mercilessly by those densely packed blood-red petals of the other side flowers, and a ball of blood appeared in Jian Zitao's location fog.

"Stop it, enough is enough!" The referee saw that Jian Zitao had completely lost the strength to resist, and the sick young man still showed no signs of stopping, so he immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"His soul has long been targeted by the great god of death, and he will definitely die today." The sick young man seemed to have not heard what the referee said, and his tone remained calm.

"Return to the embrace of the god of death!" The voice of the sick young man became much higher at this moment, only to see another ten thousand year soul ring behind him emitting a black light.

Those dense blood-red petals of the other shore flower crazily strangled towards Jian Zitao, who was already a blood man, and Jian Zitao's body was directly strangled into a blood mist in an instant.

A vicious smell of blood immediately spread throughout the arena, and even some spectators in front could smell this smell.

After Jian Zitao was strangled into a blood mist, those blood-red petals of the other shore flower that rotated irregularly at high speed became unreal from time to time, and finally disappeared into the blood-filled air.

Jian Zitao was still alive at the last moment, but with the words of the sick young man, Jian Zitao disappeared from this world forever, even after death, there is no body left, only his blood mist is still on the big ring.

"Why don't you stop!" At this moment, in the direction where Immortal Sword Sect was resting, a very violent sword intent erupted, and a white-haired old man with the air of a fairy flew out directly, with a murderous look on his face.

The spirit ring of two yellows, two purples and four blacks appeared around the white-haired old man, and a Heavenly Spirit Sword exactly like Jian Zitao appeared in his hand.

Overwhelming sword energy constantly appeared around the white-haired old man, and formed a flow of water towards the sick young man standing in place.

Facing Contra's attack, the sick young man still stood there very calmly, as if he didn't see the attack of the white-haired old man.

But just when the white-haired old man's attack was about to come in front of the sick young man, a burly figure stepped out from the VIP seats.

A very huge jet-black shield appeared in front of the burly man, and nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, five black, appeared behind him, and a purple soul ring lit up.

"Boom!"

On the huge shield in front of the burly man, a wave-like pattern appeared, which resisted the violent attack of the white-haired old man.

"Xu Yanzhen! What do you mean, do you want to use Immortal Sword Sect as an enemy!" The white-haired old man was already furious at this time, even in the face of the Nine Ring Titled Douluo, he still shouted very loudly.

"I don't mean anything. The battle of geniuses has never been said. You can't kill people during the competition. As the elder of the Immortal Sword Sect, haven't you even read the rules of the competition?" Xu Yanzhen held the black shield beside him, his face pale. said coldly.

It seemed that he didn't pay much attention to the white-haired old man, even with a hint of disdain.

"He is from your Xuanwu family?" The white-haired old man came to his senses after hearing what Xu Yanzhen said, but he still couldn't vent his anger.

You must know that Jian Zitao is his only son. Originally, with Jian Zitao's talent in swordsmanship and strong cultivation talent, the next suzerain of Immortal Sword Sect is very likely to be Jian Zitao. All expectations are placed on his son.

Now that Jian Zitao died suddenly, and there was no place to bury him, how could Mr. Jianlie accept it.

"He has nothing to do with our Xuanwu family. I just want to stabilize the security of the Genius Battle. Please don't make things difficult for Elder Jian." Xu Yanzhen said calmly.

"Hmph! I, Mr. Jianlie, remember you. Don't let me see you outside the school, or I will make your life worse than death!" Mr. Jianlie waved his long sleeves, then turned and left angrily. He glared at the sick young man behind Xu Yanzhen.

"What's your name?" After Lord Jianlie left, Xu Yanzhen turned around and said to the sick boy.

"Zhu Yuchan." The sick young man replied indifferently, without a hint of gratitude in his tone.

It seems that even without the help of Xu Yanzhen, it is still possible to deal with this wave of attacks by Lord Jianlie.

"Are you willing to join our Xuanwu family? As long as you join our Xuanwu family, let alone Lord Jianlie, even the Immortal Sword Sect would not dare to mess with you." Xu Yanzhen still couldn't bear the desire to accept him as a disciple , opened the mouth.

"Xu Yanzhen, a cunning person, actually made the first move!" A powerful sect in the VIP seat slammed the handle of the seat and said with emotion.

After all, one can have four spirit rings at the age of 12, and they are all ten-thousand-year spirit rings, which everyone wants to win over!
"I have no plans to join any forces at the moment, I'm here to find my young master." Zhu Yuchan said calmly.

"Since this is the case, it's a pity, but if you dare to ask who is your young master, can I help you?" Xu Yanzhen said with some regret.

But even if they can't be friends, they can't be enemies either, Xu Yanzhen wants to see who the young master such a geek is talking about.

"No comment." Zhu Yuchan didn't tell Xu Yanzhen who the young master he was talking about. After replying lightly, he slowly turned and left, but when he stepped off the stage, his empty eyes looked towards Lin Yufan. I took a look at where I was sitting.

At that moment, Lin Yufan met Zhu Yuchan's eyes. When he saw his empty pupils, Lin Yufan couldn't see any emotion from them, as if they were not a normal pair. Eyes that people should have.

(End of this chapter)