Douluo: Starting from Shrek dropping out of school

The first game is over, and there is another terrifying existence in the inner city of Killing City.

No one knows the name of the other party, because no one has ever been in contact with him and cannot even talk to him. Some good people judged from the characteristics of Jiang Xuan's martial spirit possession that his martial spirit must be a beast martial spirit, but that's not true. They really don't know anything about the beast spirit that can change the physical characteristics.

The original martial soul has not yet been classified into an independent system.

Judging from the fire ability that erupted when dealing with a sneak attack at a certain time, there was a high probability that it was some kind of fire-type beast martial spirit, and it was still the top-notch existence.

Coupled with Jiang Xuan's unparalleled momentum in every competition, some people privately called him Emperor Yan.

"Tsk, from Fire Demon to Emperor Yan, there really is an image of Comrade Huo Huo in it." Jiang Xuan sneered.

Contrary to the discomfort he imagined, Jiang Xuan lived extremely happily every day in the Killing City. He did not need a reason for killing, because the rules in the Killing City were like this.

And where else could there be so many degenerates for him to vent his emotions?

At first, I was a little worried that it would affect my state of mind and lose myself in the killing. Unexpectedly, my state of mind became clearer and clearer the more I killed.

That feeling of being reborn made him less anxious to win a hundred games and meet the ninety-nine-level killing king Tang Chen.

Jiang Xuan attributed this situation to his childhood experiences. It should be said that the trip to the Killing City was a mistake. Even if there was no systematic sign-in task, he should have done it. As Old Man Qian and Sword Douluo said, his promotion speed Too fast, and if the defects in the soul cannot be resolved in time, they will inevitably become obstacles to one's future cultivation.

This process may come early or late.

Only a week after the first game, more than two hundred people in the inner city died at the hands of Jiang Xuan. And the number of games he participated in was only three.

There were twenty-seven people in three games, and the remaining two hundred or so were guys who wanted to soar after their own games.

After all, here, as long as a contestant dies, his victory can be added to the opponent's.

Those who are weak in frontal combat do not mean they lack the ability to kill.

It is no exaggeration to say that if soul masters of the same level here go out to the outside world and encounter geniuses like Oslo, as long as it is not an arena battle, the outcome will definitely be that they win and Oslo and others die.

It took thousands of years for eight killing gods to emerge from the Killing City, and there are many reasons why there are no rules.

Survival is king.

No wonder people in the outer city would rather drink a Bloody Mary than go into the inner city.

However, after staying for a long time, and after many fallen people died under fists and flames, Jiang Xuan's heart became clearer. As a possessor of strange fire, he did not need to worry about the negative emotions caused by excessive killing.

During this period, I walked around the inner city and occasionally challenged one or two famous guys in the inner city.

There are no soul skills, only soul power and physical strength. Jiang Xuan has never been afraid of anyone.

Of course, due to the butterfly effect, Jiang Xuan did not see the little fox in the killing city. With the opponent's spiritual martial soul talent, he did not think that the opponent would die here at the novice stage.

Then there was no failure in the Soul Master Competition in this life, and she did not choose this narrow escape path.

In the first month, many people came to attack Jiang Xuan for various reasons, but with more and more victories, as well as the terrifying casserole fists and ghostly movements, people with evil intentions will think twice. Weigh your own weight.

Half a year later, in the bustling inner city.

A young man with a smile on his face was walking slowly on the street. What was different from the surrounding environment was that he actually stopped and stopped without paying any attention to the strange looks of people who were very close to him;

Emperor Yan Jiang Xuan!

The terrifying guy who can maintain a fifty-game winning streak within half a year always looks like he is smiling with his eyes narrowed.

He also seemed to be an unsuspecting newbie. He would give newbies pointers on things to pay attention to, and he had never made a sneak attack on others.

Everything is as if he is not someone who should exist in the Killing City.

But if you treat the other person like this, it only means that you are not far from death.

There are countless people who dare to sneak attack on the opponent and those who died under the opponent's iron fist on the killing field.

People in the Killing City rarely maintain more than 100,000 people, and if one person dies, his number will be replaced by the next newcomer.

But the people who can stand on the same stage as the opponent are guaranteed to be scary guys who have survived dozens of battles.

However, there are very few people who can cause harm to the opponent in the ring.

Some people even spread the word that Emperor Yan definitely did not use all his strength.

Fighting is simply about venting and enjoying yourself.

Over time, he who was able to compete for a day or two in a row at the beginning may have to wait a week or two before he can participate in the competition.

The restoration of his state of mind has been completed long ago. Unfortunately, Jiang Xuan would have chosen to go out if the system's check-in had not been completed for a long time.

During the exploration, he probably also knew that if he could not see the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter or even go to hell, the sign-in task would most likely not be completed.

And just a few days ago, he saw a familiar figure he hadn't seen for a long time.

Tang San!

The Chosen Son of Douluo Continent.

Maybe the other party came earlier when I discovered him. Compared with when he first met Tang San, the other party's handsome face and expression of the awakened Blue Silver Emperor had a layer of stubbornness and coldness, and even There was a faint smell of blood all over his body.

Cold and bloodthirsty, this young comrade of the Haotian Sect has long been no different from the evil soul master and these degenerates.

Of course, this does not mean that all the fallen here are evil soul masters. There is no difference between martial souls and whether they are evil or not. The sword itself is not wrong, but the person holding the sword is wrong.

This is what Jiang Xuan understood when he met the girl in black gauze again two months after the killing.

Because the other party's guide was a young man who thought he had the evil dragon spirit. The other party's family was ruined because of the mainland's intolerance of his spirit, so he resolutely chose to go into the killing city.

Jiang Xuan's guidance for newcomers also came from that time.

The next time I saw Tang San was after he participated in the Hell Killing Fields.

The Cao Dan level of fate made Ning Jiang Xuan extremely want to scold his mother. When Tang San, who had just defeated two Contra opponents with soul powers over level 80 in the competition, weakly walked out of the Hell Killing Fields, he was immediately greeted by hundreds of people waiting for him. A long siege by speculators. If nothing else happens, it is almost destined that this son of destiny will be lying here.

However, the unknowing Jiang Xuan was affected by eating skewers on the roadside, so he killed most of the people with casual attacks.

The protagonist of Douluo Continent is really invincible, right? The enemy himself saved the other party?

More than once, Jiang Xuan wanted to kill the other party directly in this killing city, but this time he met again.