Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Those vulgar men looked at his long spear pointing at the blade and laughed lewdly, yelling things like "Boss, you've run out of the next one, but I'm the next one."

Old Liu looked on indifferently, he had seen even more disgusting and nasty behaviors and things in the capital of killing.

What he was more curious about was how the blade would respond next.

Blade smiled.

A flash of sword light flashed across.

The brawny man with the scarred face who was humiliating Dao Feng with his little brother facing Dao Feng stopped laughing wildly, and covered his neck in disbelief.

A pair of big bloodshot eyes stared at the blade, his face twitched, roaring like a ferocious dragon...

"puff--"

Blood suddenly spurted out from his neck.

The good head slipped off.

Dead silence.

Not to mention the happy big men who were still laughing just a moment ago, even Old Liu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Realization of sword intent? !

It turned out to be the realization of sword intent? !

Didn't it mean that the martial soul is a sword and the sword intent can only be used at an extremely high level?

How could this young man...

Well, no wonder you have the guts to come to Slaughter City, it seems that you came prepared!

Dao Feng smiled: "Let's take a step first, and I will immediately send your friend to be your companion."

"escape!!"

I don't know which little clever ghost yelled, and everyone who heard the words scattered away, completely without the courage to fight the blade to the end.

It's just how can the two short legs run past the blade that is like a ghost?

Scream, scream, beg for mercy, beg for mercy.

Old Liu silently watched the blade start killing at an incredible speed, even if there was a little resistance, it was only two swords.

Killing with a sword, without hesitation, is the ultimate killing skill.

Lao Liu paid more attention to Dao Feng's eyes.

That look made him shudder, Dao Feng's eyes were clear, without any emotional ups and downs, he was neither ironic nor pity to the begging for mercy, he just waved his sword - kill!

Natural like drinking water and eating...

"Old man, I have killed all these cuties. Now that the target has disappeared, it means that I didn't do anything. Next, you have to protect them~"

Lao Liu: "..."

You should protect me.

Chapter 340 IX If He Wants to Protect Hu Liena, This City of Killing, Nobody Can Touch Her...

"Remember, there are no good people in the capital of killing. This is my last advice to you."

Old Liu walked around the streets of the Slaughter City with his blade, and then spoke slowly.

Although he feels that these words may be a little redundant, because along the way, dozens of villains who followed because of the beauty or blood of the blade have all been cut by the blade...

But he still reminded him habitually.

Dao Feng smiled lightly: "Thank you, if you have a chance in the future, I will treat you to a Bloody Mary."

Old Liu's face darkened, if there was a choice, who would drink that stuff? !

But he smiled immediately: "You kid should find a way to survive first."

"Hey? Old Liu, are you leaving? Didn't you say that our little men who have just entered the killing capital will be cared for for a day?" Dao Feng hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay.

Old Liu, who was as thin as a monkey, didn't look back, but walked slowly towards the north gate with his hands behind his back.

"You don't need the protection of an old man like me who is half buried in the ground."

Just as the thin figure in the blade's vision was about to disappear, Lao Liu's faint voice came from afar

"He's just a little buddy!" Dao Feng made the last attempt to stay, but it was in vain, Lao Liu bowed his back and gradually walked away until he disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at the street where more than a dozen corpses were left, Dao Feng silently wished Lao Liu a good journey.

"It's a pity, I thought I could talk about it with a talisman on my body." Dao Feng sighed.

But since this is the case, there is no other way, there are too many followers behind him, and he will not be able to sleep at night if he does not deal with it.

Holding the sharp blade that was still bleeding, the blade walked towards a dark and narrow alley.

There were small, frantic movements in the alley.

"That little boy is here, shall we..."

"I want you, uncle! Didn't you see how many people died under his sword all the way? I followed here to catch mistakes, but I never thought of fighting with this strong and weird little boy!"