Douluo blood duke

Chapter 63 Genius Training Program, Third Round: Trapped in the Swarm

"This is the so-called Corridor of Despair."

Fan Ming opened his eyes. He looked at the ground of the arena illuminated by the dim light in front of him. With a smile on his face, he squatted down and touched the ground lightly.

"It's been a long time. I haven't seen the light for a long time. It's so nice and beautiful."

He said softly, with a tear of excitement hanging from the corner of his eye.

Keng, Keng.

A series of metal collisions sounded in his ears, and he looked up to where the sound came from. A burly man with a sword on his waist and wearing a battle armor was walking towards him steadily. He was strict, but after he came out, Fan Ming felt a murderous aura rising to the sky.

This murderous aura made him tremble, but also excited him.

"interesting."

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, stood up, waved his arm, and the silver-white broadsword appeared in his hand. He carried the knife and walked slowly towards the figure.

This time, he opened his eyes.

On the third floor, after Zhang Heng cut open the big snake's abdomen, when he was about to come out, his body was suddenly empty. Looking again, there was no big snake.

The blood on the ground, together with the blood on his body, disappeared completely. Moreover, he felt that his physical strength was rapidly recovering, and the consumed soul power and blood energy were also replenished.

"Unexpectedly, this is quite fair."

Zhang Heng clenched his fist and said with a smile.

When fighting the White Snake, he was also worried that he would consume too much in the first battle, and his physical strength, soul power, and blood energy might not be able to keep up in the subsequent battles, but he didn't expect that this would replenish your consumption.

"It's just that the physical exhaustion has recovered, but why not the mental one."

He lightly pressed the space between his eyebrows a few times. Just now, he was jumping up and down on top of the big snake's head, flying around. It was his body and his spirit that were tested. At this moment, after defeating the enemy, his tense nerves relaxed. A sense of fatigue surged up from his head in an instant.

Click, click.

And just when he was thinking about whether to sit down or lie down to rest for a while, waves of dense crawling sounds came into his ears, and he seemed to have heard that kind of sound somewhere.

Zhang Heng quickly tensed his mind and looked in the direction of the voice.

In the darkness, a thin and short figure came out. He was covered in black bandages, even covering his head, leaving only two eyes for people to see.

When he came out, Zhang Heng's face changed, because his walking was not a normal walking with his feet lifted, but a horizontal movement.

The feet were not raised, the knees were not bent, but the body was able to move forward. Zhang Heng was a little annoyed by this unreasonable sight, and took a few steps back before he stood firm.

He stared at the guy who was still moving forward, his expression changed. After observing for a while, he quickly discovered the reason why the guy was able to move forward, but he really hoped he hadn't discovered this reason.

Under that guy's feet, several black carapaces, with large pincers on their heads, supported his body and walked forward.

Not long after, under Zhang Heng's gloomy gaze, the figure also stopped, not far in front of Zhang Heng.

outside the tower.

After sending Fan Ming in, Zhu Li found another place and drew a circle. When he saw the scene inside the circle, he patted his thigh vigorously, and then jumped up, laughing and exclaiming while gasping for air. .

"Ah, it hurts, haha, kid, you won't fail this time."

"Although this Gu Douluo ranks fourth among the four evils of the Underworld, and is also the bottom of the ten people, but his martial soul, the Hundred Insect Cup, is at its peak and can destroy a city of ten thousand people in one night. The existence of killing all the residents, based on your current strength alone, if you can persist under the attack of the Gu insect for more than ten seconds, then I will not charge half of the soul that you should give me after you fail."

"Yahhahaha!"

inside the tower.

Zhang Heng controlled his breathing, and slowly stabilized his disturbed heart. He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the hair on his forehead was wet with cold sweat. His eyes were a little gloomy, and he looked at the figure in front of him.

If he guessed correctly, the attack method of the figure in front of him should be the same as that of Chu Yu, which made him feel a little bad.

The figure seemed to be looking at Zhang Heng. I don't know if it was Zhang Heng's illusion. After he stood still, two dark green lights shone in the two holes left by the bandage wrapped around his head.

The figure moved, he spread his arms, palms facing up, and a small dark green cup appeared in his palm.

After the small cup appeared, a green fluorescent light slowly emerged from his body, squeezed out from the gap between the bandages on his body like water mist, and immediately after, nine rounds of soul rings appeared beside him, Two yellows, two purples and five blacks.

The alarm bell sounded in Zhang Heng's heart, and suddenly, there was a slight sound of insects in his ears.

Very close.

He turned around abruptly and grabbed it by the ear.

A pinch.

A squishy and sticky feeling came from his palm. He opened his hand and saw a small flying insect with residual wings bursting with juice lying quietly on its palm. Although the insect was small, the light splashed out was shallow. The green juice stained his entire hand.

"vomit."

Zhang Heng covered his mouth, forced to hold back the disgust from his stomach, and was looking for something to wipe his hands.

However, when he thought about it, a tingling sensation came from his arm.

He hurriedly lowered his head to look at the palm of his hand again, and saw that the green juice stained on his skin was boiling like boiling water, emitting white mist, corroding the skin surface of his palm, making a hissing sound.

"Asshole, it's poisonous!"

Zhang Heng was startled, like an ant on a hot pot, and he was burning with anxiety. He looked at the palm, the palm that had been corroded and exposed the subcutaneous muscles, and when he was thinking of countermeasures, he felt a numbness in his elbow .

He was stunned, his face changed, and he swung the blood shadow sword that turned into a dagger to cut off the blood vessels in his wrist.

Swish.

The skin was ripped apart, and dark green juice flowed out from the wound.

"Damn, it has seeped into the blood vessel."

Zhang Heng's face panicked, and he cut a few more wounds on his arm with the knife. He didn't see the bright red blood again until he was almost at the shoulder.

He swallowed his saliva, and glared at the distance. The figure standing there, holding the cup in both hands on his chest, exuding dark green fluorescent mist, looked at the alternately flashing soul ring beside him. .

Zhang Heng understood that this guy seemed to be preparing some powerful move, and the poisonous insect was a move he was afraid that Zhang Heng would try to stop him.

After a few glances, Zhang Heng gritted his teeth, and now he has no time to think about it. Although there are more powerful moves to be prepared over there, the most important thing right now is the poison on his arm. The part below his elbow was completely numb. If he didn't solve it quickly, his whole hand might be finished.

"Anyway, if you defeat him, everything will recover, right!"

He thought to himself, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and blood was steaming behind his back.

Zhang Heng's intact right hand grasped the position three fingers wide above the elbow of his left hand, which was the place where he had cut off just now, and the red blood flowed out. After a while, the blood energy turned into a ring, surrounding the section where the wound was located.

Then, Zhang Heng focused his eyes, and the purple soul ring that appeared beside him flickered.

The ring of blood energy solidified directly, turning into a ring of blood blades, then rotated and shrunk rapidly.

With a rustle, the inner blade of the circular ring blade touched his skin, and the skin was cut open without any resistance. The high-speed rotation and shrinking ring blade splashed out with silky blood and flesh.

Snapped.

hiss~
Zhang Heng took a deep breath, looked at the severed arm that had turned half dark green with numbness, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and controlled the blood energy and soul power to stop the blood from the wound, allowing it to quickly solidify into a scab before releasing it. Kai's right hand with bruised veins.

It stands to reason that even if a finger is severed, a person's face will appear pale due to blood loss.

But Zhang Heng didn't. He controlled the clean blood to flow back into the body in advance. In addition, the cutting speed was extremely fast, and the subsequent processing speed was not slow, so he didn't bleed too much blood.

At this time, the pain from the severed arm turned into fierce electric currents that crazily stimulated his brain and scalp, his face became more and more red, like a drunk person, and in a pair of red eyes with tears, flames blazed again. Shaking and burning inside.

But again, the green mist on the bandaged man has completely enveloped him, and only a round of black soul ring still shining outside the green mist can prove that he is still alive.

He held the small cup in both hands and put it on his chest. The dense and faint sound like insects rang out in the green mist, and suddenly the sound became a little stronger. After finding the direction, he rushed towards the small cup in his hand.

The green mist poured in from the edge of the lid of the small cup, and the lid hummed non-stop like the lid of a boiling kettle. With the influx of green mist, beside the small cup, a carved centipede glowed with fluorescent green light. .

When Zhang Heng came back to look at him, the mist on his body was already a shallow layer, but it was on the small cup in his hand.

Centipedes, black beetles, eight-legged caterpillars, four-winged flying insects.

Four images emit fluorescence.

"Damn guy, die for me."

Zhang Heng's eyes turned red, and he shouted angrily. A three-foot blood shadow sword condensed in his hand, and rushed towards the figure.

outside the tower.

Seeing Zhang Heng broke his arm to save himself, Zhu Li's brows trembled slightly, but when he saw Zhang Heng rushing towards the man named Gu Douluo in his mouth, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and smiled.

"Still too young, boy!"

Inside the tower, in Zhang Heng's corridor of despair.

Facing Zhang Heng who was rushing directly, Gu Douluo did not retreat or advance, and he did not even show any signs of shaking. When Zhang Heng rushed ten meters around him, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the lid of the small cup Take it down, and then slightly tilt the mouth of the cup towards Zhang Heng.

Looking at the dark mouth of the cup, Zhang Heng's heart trembled. At this moment, there was a voice in his mind roaring at him.

"Run!"

He slowed down and stopped steadily five meters in front of the figure, and that was when he stopped.

Bang.

A huge sound composed of tens of thousands of subtle sounds such as collisions, buzzing, and crawling sounds exploded in Zhang Heng's ears like thunder across the sky that day.

The next moment, Zhang Heng saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

A black torrent of various insects poured out of the small cup in the bandage man's hand, spreading around like the tide of a dam with its gates opened, and there were some flying insects in it, flying into the air.

The overwhelming shadows of insects completely covered the dim light on the ring.

The sky was buzzing, and there was nowhere to set foot.

At this moment, Zhang Heng felt a splitting headache.

(End of this chapter)