Douluo's first sword

Underneath the Papal Palace is a huge underground prison.

It was cold and dark, shrouded in darkness.

"Am I...still alive?"

As if sinking into a pool of stagnant water, Fang Xuan's head was dizzy, his ears were ringing, and he struggled to move his stiff and heavy body. A sharp pain suddenly spread throughout his body, making him take a breath.

He lowered his eyes tremblingly and landed on his body, carefully examining his current situation.

There were as many as thirteen wounds on the chest and abdomen, which were very serious. His right leg was broken, and he had no feeling. He could not exert any strength. His left arm was broken from the elbow, and a section of arm bone broke through the flesh and pierced out like a rod. The bone war spear looks extremely scary.

The wound had long been rotten, suppurative, and infected, and there were even mosquitoes crawling on it. Waves of fishy stench hit him, giving him the urge to vomit.

From the degree of decay and infection of the wound, Fang Xuan speculated that he had been unconscious for at least two days.

Currently, all he can move is one left leg and one right arm, and the wound is still getting worse. If it is not treated immediately, even if no one kills him, he will die from the wound rot and infection.

The situation is terrible!

"Whoo~"

After letting out a long breath, Fang Xuan put his right hand on the ground, struggled hard, and let his paralyzed body sit up against the iron fence of the prison, and then began to think about ways to treat the injury.

"Tch, the soul power and martial soul have all been sealed!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and tried to mobilize his soul power, but there was no response in his body. The six major martial souls also seemed to have disappeared into the sea and lost their voice.

He finally remembered that his soul power and martial soul had been sealed by Pope Bibi Dong using his tyrannical soul power of level ninety-nine. Unless an Extreme Douluo of the same level took action, with his own strength, There was no way to break through Bibi Dong's seal.

Ugh……

Fang Xuan sighed and had to accept this reality. Not only was he directly beaten by Bibi Dong from the soul saint level to an ordinary person without soul power and cultivation, but all the treasures and weapons on his body were also missing.

The soul guide ring, shadowless knife, other money, and personal belongings were all searched by the people from Wuhun Palace!

Now he has nothing but this miserable life.

At this moment, Fang Xuan couldn't help but recall that when he first came to Douluo Continent, he had no martial spirit, no soul power, and was a person with nothing, and he couldn't help but sigh.

But even in the prison of Wuhun Palace, he still did not despair.

As long as a person has a breath left, he still has a chance to make a comeback!

……

This is a medium-sized cell with a small area. In addition to Fang Xuan, there are five prisoners detained here. Six people live in the same cell, and they feel suffocated even when they take a breath.

These five people were in the same situation as Fang Xuan. They also had their cultivation levels sealed and were locked up in this unknown prison. They felt like they were in the same boat. However, from their fierce eyes, Fang Xuan felt that these people were not getting along well with him. plan.

Suddenly, a slight contemptuous curse sounded in the dark corridor.

"It's time for dinner, you bunch of stinky rats! Two meals a day is really a big deal for you bunch of bastards!"

The two jailors cursed and walked from the corridor at the end of the corridor, took out the keys, opened the cells, and distributed food to everyone.

The meals in the prison are very simple, a steamed bun and a glass of water.

After all, they are not serving a noble lord. For these detained prisoners, the jailers only need to ensure that they do not starve to death.

Although it was not high-quality food, for Fang Xuan now, it was like a timely rain falling from the sky, making him a little excited.

His whole body was seriously injured and he was in a coma for two days. Now he was hungry to the point of almost going crazy, so for him at this moment, food was the best healing medicine.

His eyes were fixed on the white head in front of him, and he swallowed, his eyes full of longing, and he was even more excited than seeing a fair-haired beauty.

Fang Xuan raised his right hand tremblingly and grabbed the steamed bun in front of him...

At this moment, a bald man came over whistling, stood next to Fang Xuan, unfastened his belt and peeed.

The urine bucket in the prison was placed next to Fang Xuan, exuding the stench of feces and urine. Generally speaking, only those with the lowest status in the prison could enjoy this kind of treatment.

The bald man was whistling and peeing, with a comfortable expression on his face. However, he did not pee in the bucket obediently, but poured it all on the steamed bun that belonged to Fang Xuan...

After doing all this calmly, the bald man snorted coldly, cast a provocative look at Fang Xuan, who had a stiff face, lifted up his pants, and prepared to leave.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Fang Xuan kicked the ground with his still movable left leg. His strength was concentrated, and he pounced on the bald man like a cheetah and threw him to the ground.

"Damn you guy, you are so ignorant, how dare you mess with me?!"

Being knocked down by a half-crippled guy, the bald man was extremely angry and felt that his dignity had been damaged. In this prison, he was a veritable boss. He usually bullied whoever he wanted and beat whoever he wanted. No one If you dare to resist, when your soul power and martial spirit are sealed, a strong body and ruthless fighting skills are everything.

And in this cell, he is the strongest one!

"Give me death!"

The bald man had a ferocious face, roared, waved his huge iron fist, and struck Fang Xuan crazily.

"Boom! Boom!"

Fang Xuan's body was half-broken. Not only could he not exert his soul power, but he also had no weapons. He received two or three punches from the bald man in a row. He coughed up blood and was in severe pain. His whole body almost fell apart on the spot.

However, he did not choose to kneel down and beg for mercy. Instead, he raised the protruding sharp left arm bone, turned it into a spear tip, and stabbed the bald man's left eye hard, smashing the eyeball into mud.

"what……"

The bald man covered his bleeding eyes and screamed like a slaughtering pig.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with ferocity, like a bloodthirsty beast, biting out the bald man's throat, and said ferociously: "Die! Die! Die!"

Endless blood flowed out crazily. The bald man covered his bleeding throat and twitched violently. His eyes stared with deep reluctance, and he died on the spot!

Until the moment of death, he could not believe that this teenage boy could be so ruthless, as ruthless as a wolf!

After doing all this calmly, Fang Xuan dragged the broken leg with an expressionless face, crawled from the ground to the opposite side little by little, picked up the bun that belonged to the bald man, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

Around the cell, the other four people looked at this scene with some horror, keeping silent, looking at Fang Xuan with fear in their eyes...