Douluo: My martial spirit is Venerable Dragon

The gray-robed old man stopped slowly, and there was a small town not far in front of him.

"Heh, is this the Killing Town?" The old man murmured, and then jumped into the town.

Everything around has undergone earth-shaking changes since entering the town.

Walking on the small road in the small town, both sides of the road, including the road, were covered with corpses.

The atmosphere of the whole town seemed to be in the midst of killing.There was constant chopping and slashing of swords, and wailing sounds abounded.

But these have no effect on the old man.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the tavern in the center of the town step by step.

"Hey, old guy, this is not the place for you." At some point, a big man blocked the old man's way.

There were six soul rings shining yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black under the big man's feet. He said contemptuously: "I don't like the blood of the old man. If you are sensible, get out of here."

The old man didn't pay any attention to his meaning, and passed the big man in one depth.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" The big man took a stride and stood in front of the old man again.

This time, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixed his gaze on the big man.

"This..." The big man swallowed his saliva and took a step back unconsciously.

"My lord, please." The big man made a gesture of invitation to the old man with his trembling hands.

After the old man left, the big man was able to breathe.

"It's terrible. How strong is that guy? I'm afraid his purpose is not that simple."

Looking at the direction the old man was heading in, the big man had already retreated in his heart: "Hurry up, this guy is going there, he can't be provoked."

In front of the tavern, dozens of big men once again blocked the old man's way.

"Damn it, I'm so unlucky. That skinny monkey doesn't even have a cup of Bloody Mary. It seems that I can only find this old guy to make up for it." The man with the scar on his face looked at The old man in front of him.

"Old guy, if you want to blame it, it's your bad luck." Dozens of big men around the scarred man started their hands together.

Faced with such a situation, the old man did not have the slightest fear, and he did not even intend to make a move.

He slowly stepped up the steps of the tavern, and at the same time, a powerful sword energy emanated from the old man.

"Ah~"

After wailing, the old man entered the tavern.

In front of the tavern, the attackers all fell to the ground and died.

"What do you want?" The waiter walked up to the old man and asked.

"The old man doesn't want anything." The old man said slowly.

The waiter emphatically reminded: "Sir, our place is not an ordinary tavern. When you come here, you either kill or be killed. You have to choose one."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the tavern stared at the old man with malicious intent.

"Sir, are you sure you don't want anything?" the waiter asked again.

The old man smiled faintly, pointed to his feet, and said, "The old man wants to go down from here and enter the killing capital."

"Tch, you old guy still wants to go to the capital of killing, I think it's better for you to be buried here." In the tavern, a thin man sneered.

A single stone stirred up waves, and everyone in the tavern laughed at him.

"Sir, I think it is necessary for me to remind you." The waiter said with a smile: "I can see that you are not a fallen person. The fact that you can come here proves that you have some strength. You still have to leave now." Opportunity, leave as soon as possible, maybe you can leave one..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw eight black and one red nine soul rings rising from the old man's feet.

"Title Douluo!"

"10 year soul ring!"

For a moment, everyone in the tavern stared wide-eyed.

They couldn't believe that an unknown little old man could be a Title Douluo, a Title Douluo with a 10-year spirit ring.

"The sixth soul skill, Wan Jian returns to the sect."

The old man slowly raised his hand, and in the next moment, countless silver-white long swords appeared around him out of thin air.

With the flick of the old man's finger, all the people present, except the waiter, died under his sword.

Seeing this, the waiter swallowed, and said in a trembling voice: "Mian... Your Majesty, can... May I ask... your name?"

The old man put away the soul ring, and hummed softly: "Old man, the heart of the sword!"

"Your Majesty Sword Douluo, are you sure you want to go there?" the waiter asked cautiously.

"Huh?" Chen Xin glared at him.

"Yes, yes, please come with me, Your Majesty." The waiter was frightened by Chen Xin's eyes, and hurriedly led the way.

Under the bar, the waiter pushed away the cover, and a dark space suddenly appeared in Chen Xin's eyes.

"Is this the entrance to the City of Slaughter?" Chen Xin murmured.

"Your Majesty, please think deeply. After you go down, but..." Before he finished speaking, Chen Xin's figure fell into the dark hole, and disappeared from his sight in a blink of an eye.

After falling for a period of time, Chen Xin finally landed on the ground.

In front of his eyes was a long corridor, and on both sides were bottomless abysses.

The moment he just landed, Chen Xin had already noticed the change here.

"Indeed, as it said in the assessment, you can't use soul skills here. Then, the third test, let's start now."

Dazed for a moment, Chen Xin took the first step.

Not long after he walked out, a voice came into his mind: "Welcome to the capital of killing, this is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want, and the price is yours. s life."

Chen Xin ignored him.

He is not a fallen man, nor is he here for pleasure.

Ever since he knew the effect of the Killing God Domain, he had made up his mind.

With the Killing God Domain, coupled with his talent domain, the Seven Killing Domain.

With the blessing of these two fields, he has the strength to challenge Qian Daoliu.

Chen Xin walked some distance away.Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from in front of him.

"Da da da."

The surrounding environment was very dark, and Chen Xin couldn't see the face of the person directly through his eyes.

But through his spiritual perception, he roughly analyzed the situation of the person coming.

"Oh, just over 100 people."

With a cold snort, the Seven Killing Sword appeared in Chen Xin's hand.

After a few strides, Chen Xin rushed in front of the visitor.

Among the more than 100 people, one hundred held heavy swords, and the other was a man riding a horse and wearing black armor.

"You broke the rules!"

It was the man on the horse who spoke, the halberd in his hand pointed at Chen Xin, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Rules?" Chen Xin sneered and said, "You alone are not worthy of mentioning the word 'rules' in front of this old man."

He raised the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, and slowly gestured in front of him.

It is true that soul skills cannot be used here, but this is his self-created soul skill and is not restricted here.

The word "kill" slowly appeared in front of him.

The man in the black armor felt a strong killing intent, and quickly ordered: "Give it to me, kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, 100 people armed with heavy swords all rushed towards Chen Xin.

However, in the face of absolute strength, the number does not have much advantage, it will only increase the number of deaths.

The word "kill" slowly passed through the crowd and landed on the black armored man.

Without any wailing, the man in black armor fell to the ground with the horse under his crotch.