Douluo's first sword

The sun slowly passes away in the dark night, the broken gold rises from the eastern sky, the sunshine is gentle, the moisture is still falling, the earth wakes up new, dawn.

It’s sunny after the rain!

Light gray, a touch of beauty and rainbow appeared in the sky. Just as he raised his eyes, Fang Xuan felt a little dazzling when he raised his fair skin. The palm of his hand was blocked in front of his eyes, but there were still seven colors. The stream of light shone through the fingers, which was a bit lazy. On the handsome face.

"Ha~ Where am I?!"

Fang Xuan yawned lazily and stood upright with his hands on the ground. He was exhausted, his body was dazed, and he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.

This is a jungle with no tall trees around it, and not even a single beast has been found. It doesn't look like the kind of soul beast forest from a long time ago.

After a bloody battle last night, Fang Xuan was so exhausted that he couldn't remember where he followed the old madman. He just stopped and fell asleep without saying a word.

Because he is so tired!

Fang Xuan, who had recovered a lot of energy after a good night's sleep, felt his physical condition improved significantly.

"Where's the old madman?"

Fang Xuan glanced around and did not find the old madman. The figure muttered: "Could it be that guy who died yesterday? I helped him solve so many Spirit Halls. Why can't the enemy give them to me?" Make some compensation!"

Rustling rustling...

There was a swaying of grass blades and a sound, and the old madman came from the depths of the jungle with a half-smile. He stared at Fang Xuan and said, "What compensation do you want?!"

"Oh my god, you're not dead!"

Looking at Yi Pi Dun sitting next to him, the old madman Fang Xuan's eyes lit up with surprise. The old madman was shocked by his hidden and terrifying strength.

Who would have thought that that ordinary blacksmith would be a powerful, titled Douluo!

"Why can't I give you 1.8 million gold soul coins?!" Fang Xuan touched his chin as if he was calculating like a small citizen.

"Hehe, there is a majestic Tiandou Empire, but the prince is still short of money? Can you be a little promising?" The old madman laughed and scolded.

"The emperor who made me, the prince, worthless didn't even give me a copper soul coin..." Fang Xuan said calmly.

"Okay, don't cry about being poor because I'm poorer than you!"

The old madman was calm, stared at Fang Xuan, spread his hands and said: "If you ask for money, you will die if you don't get it. And... I didn't ask you for help!"

This old guy has definitely seen Bright Sword!

When it comes to scoundrels, we have to fight with Comrade Li Yunlong!

Fang Xuan's mouth was twitching violently. It seemed that it was basically impossible to pluck the feathers from this iron rooster.

Feeling deeply regretful, he sighed, turned his head back, and tilted his head towards the rock. He inadvertently saw the scarlet demon sword thrust sideways into the old madman's side, and his gaze suddenly became intense.

This is a weapon that is rare in the world. Fang Xuan has already witnessed the terrifying power of the divine weapon. Last night, the old madman killed Blood Douluo with just one blow of this sword, which was extremely domineering!

"Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't have money, then let me try this knife!!"

Fang Xuan crawled and ran, and when he arrived in front of the old madman, he was a little greedy. He stared at the blood-red demon sword. The man with the demon sword couldn't help but rub his palms impatiently, and reached out to touch the demon sword...

"Snapped!"

A calloused, thick palm struck Fang Xuan just as he stretched out his right hand.

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan calmly and said in a deep voice: "The little madman's knife is not for you now, you can bear it! If you touch it randomly, you might die!"

"You said that, is that so evil? Just saying it without giving it a try is stingy! Tsk~" Fang Xuan couldn't help but curled his lips in a fit of slander, and glanced at the demonic sword.

For a swordsman like him, this demon sword is simply a dream. It is a supreme treasure that is one level higher than what he is using now. The white sword Wuying is a weapon only possessed by level 100 gods.

"Hey, hey, old madman, where did you get this knife?" Fang Xuan asked curiously, staring at the demon knife.

"Pick it up on the ground,..." the old madman said calmly.

"Eh? Really, where can I pick it up? I'll try my luck and pick up another one!" Fang Xuan was excited and gearing up.

"I won't tell you..."

"Fuck!"

Fang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly but he didn't notice that this old guy was a bit mean!

Fang Xuan, who couldn't touch the demon sword, felt very regretful. He said nothing with regret and sat cross-legged with the old madman. The two eyes in front of him kept staring at the demon sword!

After a while, the old madman raised his head deeply, his eyes looked through the messy gray hair on Fang Xuan and said, "Are you really going to try this knife?"

"Forehead……"

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then showed a hint of joy and seriousness, and nodded: "Yes!"

"Okay, let me let you have a great time today and try out the power of the magical weapon!"

The old madman smiled and finally reluctantly agreed. He said seriously when he agreed, "But as I said in advance, I will not be responsible if anything happens to you when you try the knife!"

"Don't use my knife to cut people, can you still eat people?!"

Fang Xuan rolled his eyes and ignored the old madman. His fearful heart was filled with anticipation and excitement, and he stretched out his right hand to hold the demon knife...

"Little madman, use your eyes to see the vast world!"

Looking at the old madman Fang Xuan holding the demon sword, he murmured quietly with deep eyes.

boom! ! !

When Fang Xuan held the demon sword, the countless tyrannical powers at that moment were overwhelming. Murderous aura surged crazily from the demon sword, as if a hundred thousand sharp knives pierced his body, and his soul was crushed. He couldn't help but suffer. , wailed.

At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to be weak in the midst of thousands of troops and a murderous whirlpool. His body was torn apart and his spirit collapsed.

too strong!

It's really too strong!

Is this god-level power?

As if he had woken up from a nightmare, Fang Xuan's face was filled with shock and pain. He twisted the demon knife directly and his right hand exploded on the spot. This murderous aura was too terrifying for a mortal, and his body simply could not bear it.

He was unwilling to die, and the flesh between his teeth was blown apart, leaving only white bones. The one in his right hand was still holding on to the demon knife and refused to let go.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and persisted while using the Nine-Hearted Begonia to repair his injuries. At the same time, he sank his consciousness into the demon sword. He refused to give up under the destructive and murderous aura...

"Good toughness!"

The old madman noticed this scene and smiled and nodded.

boom! !

I don't know how long it took until I got used to the Demon Sword a little. Fang Xuan, who was frightened and murderous, felt the world change in vain before his eyes. The world was rapidly and fragmented.

A magnificent picture, the scroll unfolds slowly...