Devil Emperor of the Heavens: Starting from Douluo

Two months later, when Ye Wuyou and Phantom stepped into the Killing Hell Field, the auditorium was already full of people, and countless people were crowded together. Suddenly, tsunami-like shouts rang out throughout the Killing Hell Field.

"Devil Emperor, Mei Ji..."

Today is the last match between Ye Wuyou and Phantom. There are 24 soul saints of varying levels and one soul Douluo.

The 25 fallen soul masters had been waiting on the ring for a long time. At this time, the leading soul master stepped forward and said to Ye Wuyou below the ring:

"Devil Emperor, today is your last match. There are 25 of us. No matter we win or lose, we just want to die happily. And we hope that Mei Ji will not go to the ring."

Ye Wuyou nodded when he heard this. They were afraid that if they were defeated when dealing with them, Ying'er would take action. After all, they had to deal with 25 people this time. The most they had dealt with at the beginning was only 23 people. They were basically all Low-level soul saint.

"Okay, I'll give you a happy death today. To be honest, I don't know if I can deal with 25 of you at the same time. Although we can't use soul skills, we all rely on physical skills to fight. After all, there are many of you, as the saying goes. A tiger can't hold off a pack of wolves, come on let's have a good fight."

After Ye Wuyou finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the ring. The crowd's screams and cheers were like thunder, and it felt like the killing fields of hell were shaking.

When Ye Wuyou stepped onto the ring and looked at each other from afar with the 25 soul masters, the hell killing field instantly became quiet.

"kill…"

The leading Soul Douluo roared angrily, and every ten Soul Saints were evenly divided into two groups and came towards Ye Wuyou's left and right.

The Soul Douluo brought four Soul Saints and killed them from the front.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes and then suddenly opened them. A ray of light flashed in his eyes. He leaned back, supported the ground with one hand, and held the hilt of the sword on his back with the other hand. He perfectly dodged the cuts from the left and right. broadsword.

He slapped the ring with his palm, and with a little help, his body rotated 360c in the air in an incredible way.

The long sword was unsheathed and passed across the necks of the two people at the front. He kicked the other two people on the backs of their necks with both feet. With a "click", the bones in the back of their necks broke, killing four of them instantly.

Holding the sword with both hands, he slashed hard at the Contra coming from the front.

When the Soul Douluo saw Ye Wuyou wielding a violent sword, he clenched his mace weapon with both hands, and the veins in his arms swelled, and he walked towards the heavy sword...

The two collided, and the arena felt a few vibrations. Seeing that he couldn't succeed, Ye Wuyou quickly avoided the other soul masters and retreated to the side of the arena.

Glancing at his trembling hands, he looked up at the Mace Contra and saw that he just let out a heavy breath.

"Amazing. As expected of a man who has won 99 games in a row. His every move is fatal. Many of his skills are something we have never seen before. His speed is terrifying and his strength is extremely powerful."

Mace Contra praised.

"You're not bad, you're coming."

After Ye Wuyou finished speaking, he rushed towards a group of people at an extremely fast speed. In the midst of lightning and flint, he came up behind a Soul Saint, raised his long sword high, and slashed down the Heavenly Spirit Cap at this person.

"puff…"

The Soul Saint was directly split into two halves, with blood and intestines everywhere.

"hiss…"

The others hissed when they saw it, and felt a little scared inside.

"Come on, don't be scared by him. This way we won't have any chance. I'll hold him back, and you can find the right moment to kill him."

The leading Contra roared angrily and charged towards Ye Wuyou. He knew that Ye Wuyou wanted to scare them psychologically first so that he could kill them one by one.

The roar of the leading Soul Douluo brought the group of Soul Saints back to their senses, and they all charged towards Ye Wuyou again with angry eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the leading Contra who was about to come in front of him. He dodged a mace falling from the sky, jumped into the air, stepped on the mace, and killed directly behind the leading Contra. Soul Saint.

"not good."

The leading Contra felt that Ye Wuyou wanted to deal with the weak point first. Before the mace could land, he spun his body, drove the mace, and struck Ye Wuyou on the back hard, with a fierce force, a big blow. It was about to smash Ye Wuyou's body into pieces.

Feeling the strong wind behind him, Ye Wuyou, who was flying in the air, quickly turned around, grasped the long sword with both hands, and collided with it again. The powerful force made Ye Wuyou's body fly backwards in the air towards a group of soul saints at high speed. .

At this moment when he was flying upside down at extremely high speed, he had a sword in his hand, and the sword body formed a series of afterimages in the air, lifting, stabbing, slashing, intercepting, splitting, collapsing, picking, wiping, belting, entangling, cutting... all changing continuously in an instant. Dozens of movements, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Seeing that he was about to fall out of the ring, he swung the long sword in his hand towards the ring, and inserted the sword blade halfway into the ring accurately. When his body flew to the edge of the long sword, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and rotated it in the air. Kneeling on one knee, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Bang bang bang..."

Looking at the group of soul saints, they all fell on the ring and turned into corpses.

"Demon Emperor, you are injured."

"That set of moves is so cool. It kills a group of Soul Saints instantly. How did the Demon Emperor do it?"

"Demon Emperor, hold on, the only one left is the leading Contra, kill him, Yum Victory."

"Yum, yum."

...

The audience of the Fallen in the Killing Hell Field all spoke up and cheered for Ye Wuyou.

"Worry-free..."

"Son..."

Phantom Zai and Ye Ling'er were below, and when they saw Ye Wuyou vomiting blood, they looked worried.

The leader Contra swallowed, looked at Ye Wuyou who was kneeling on one knee and said:

"Demon Emperor, you are really powerful and terrifying. Not only are you a master of killing skills, but your tactics are also superb. You must have been beaten out by me on purpose just now, right? It was just for the impact speed and your coherent movements in the air. Instantly kill a group of Soul Saints?"

Ye Wuyou slowly raised his head and said with a pale face, "Not bad."

The leader Contra sneered:

"You made a mistake. You are seriously injured now. How can you win against me? Go to hell. Today, your dream of victory will be shattered. The Demon Emperor who has won 99 games in a row will become my trophy."

At the end of the sentence, the leader Contra roared, his voice filled with excitement and his whole body trembling. This was the Demon Emperor who had won 99 games in a row. If he could kill him, his reputation in the killing city would reach its peak.

Thinking of this, the veins in the hands holding the mace swelled again, and when he ran, the extremely solid killing arena was shaking.

"Get up quickly, Demon Emperor."

"Fuck, Demon Emperor, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

"Is the Demon Emperor going to die here? Is Yum Sheng really just a dream?"

...

A group of fallen people saw the leader Contra heading towards Ye Wuyou with incomparable killing power. Ye Wuyou actually didn't move, and everyone shouted.

"No worries."

"Son."

The phantom, Ye Ling'er, also shouted.

Ye Wuyou ignored them and glanced at the spear weapon of a dead Soul Saint not far in front of him. He tightened his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

Just when the leader Contra came not far in front of him, with angry eyes, raised the mace in his hand, and smashed it down...