Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go."

"Retreat! His grandma, the alleys around here are obviously full of people for a few days, why is this little boy coming from us first?"

"Don't push me, I'm not afraid of death, but when I think of us working so hard with this little boy, we are very likely to be picked up by other dogs in the end, I feel angry in my heart!"

In the narrow alley, which exudes a faint rotten smell, and is full of dark brown marks left by dried blood, five or six big men are running towards the other end of the alley while scolding their mothers.

However, a white figure that floated down from the sky, with its toes lightly touching the ground, holding two swords and blocking the way, caused five or six people to stop hurriedly, and they all clenched their weapons, their eyes were full of surprise, fear, and more The most important thing is to be vigilant and vigilant.

"Little brother, what do you mean?" The shirtless man who was walking in the front of the six people clasped his fists and asked.

"Nothing special, just going to give you a ride." Dao Feng saluted slightly with a smile.

"Little brother is too polite, we can go on our own." The shirtless man said with a smile, but his hand holding the knife tightened a bit.

The rest of the people are not idiots, and they also guessed that today's matter may be difficult to deal with.

"It's okay, it won't take too much time to send you on the road." Dao Feng smiled lightly, and slowly walked towards the six people holding his sword.

"Boy, you and I have no grudges these days or past, why bother to be so aggressive?" The shirtless man's gaze had completely cooled down, his fleshy face was covered with frost, and the scimitar in his hand was blocked in front of him to prevent the blade from suddenly attacking. With such words and actions, it was obvious that the shirtless man didn't want to fight Dao Feng. It was really because he had seen too many skilled people die tragically under Dao Feng's sword along the way.

"This is the capital of killing, do you need a reason to send you on the road?" Dao Feng sarcastically smiled, exerting strength under his feet, his body shot out like an arrow, with a sword horizontally in front of him, and a sword accumulating power on the right, which can be described as offensive and defensive One.

The sudden change shocked the shirtless man and the others, but it was expected that the blade would attack violently. In addition, they lived in this murderous city all year round. Their adaptability and fierceness It was conceivable that they had already reacted when the blade was only three meters away.

"Follow me, brothers! Since this kid won't give us a way out, we have to let him peel off his skin even if we die!"

The shirtless man shouted in a deep voice, his thick and powerful embrace slightly curved, his muscles suddenly tensed, and he was ejected with a terrifying force, his eyes were already bloody, his eyes were like sharp knives piercing the blade fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the blade alive, The hostility emanating from his body all told that he had put down life and death, and was ready to fight to the death with the blade.

The decisiveness is astounding, this kind of person who has made up his mind to fight to the death in just a split second, on the Douluo Continent outside the capital of killing, let alone the blade, he has never heard of such a number one person.

However, in the face of the roaring, shirtless man who raised the scimitar and slashed at him heavily, the blade's eyes were calm.

Shouting loudly can't solve any problems, but it exposes the powerlessness and fear in my heart.

As for this seemingly astonishingly powerful knife, Dao Feng didn't care at all, because this knife was really - too slow! !

The moment the two sides collided, Dao Feng's body turned slightly, and easily staggered the knife that fell slowly in his eyes, which was incredibly slow.

With the sword in his hand, the cold light passed by.

Dao Feng's figure didn't stop, he staggered away from the shirtless man and charged towards the three thieves who were a step behind.

Those few people didn't even understand what happened, the blade swung the sword back, stepped on the back of a middle-aged man who was blocked by a horizontal knife, and the knife was split in two, and rushed towards the two who took the opportunity to run away. Kill the little ghost.

The big shirtless man knelt on the ground, and the heavy knife fell to the ground. He blankly clutched his bleeding neck, and finally fell down powerlessly.

The scarlet blood flowing on the ground was not wasted. In the dark corner, the men and women who got involved in trouble because of fear are rushing out like wild dogs at this moment...

After killing the last two people by the sword, Dao Feng looked back, and saw that the alley, which had been bleak and silent not long ago, suddenly became the opening place for a gluttonous feast.

There was no pity in his eyes, only indifference.

Some people sucking with their arms involuntarily backed away, ready to escape at any time.

In the killing capital, cutting off other people's prey is already a reason to fight to the death...

Some timid ones were even more unbearable, their legs had already started to tremble.

When seeing Dao Feng slowly turn around and leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but this unity fell apart immediately with the departure of the common enemy, and their eyes were wary of each other.

Since that mentally handicapped little boy left behind six precious corpses when he left, they had enough blood, and they would not choose to fight easily.

It's just that if they can have some precious blood, they will never leave it to those skinny bedbugs who are unable to kill and can only pay tribute to their own blood.

Hearing the howling and roaring from behind, the sound of grabbing and snatching, Dao Feng curled his lips.

"It's boring."

"Little knife, don't you have any other feelings?" the old man Meteor in the spiritual guide suddenly said.

"Old man, are you still alive?" Dao Feng was greatly surprised, and went in another direction.

"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory! This old man is trying to find a way to adjust the sword body, otherwise it will be a piece of scrap iron after leaving this Douluo Continent!" Meteor star laughed and scolded.

"So that's the case, I thought you were belching all the time."

"What's the meaning of that pitiful expression on your boy's face?! You're just looking forward to the old man hiccupping?!" Meteor was furious.

"Grandpa, you are overthinking. They say that an old man is like a treasure. How could I expect something to happen to you?" Dao Feng climbed onto a building more than ten meters high in a few jumps, silently moving towards the large amount of life in his perception. Go to the corner of the breath.

"Hmph! Don't change the subject for the old man, tell me what's on your mind right now?" Meteor snorted coldly and returned to the original question.

"Old man, do you really want to get close to someone's heart that much?" Dao Feng held two swords, came to the eaves and jumped off, landing silently.

"Damn! You're not a cute little girl, why should I walk into your heart? I'm just curious!"

"Ok?"

The wretched-looking man in front of Dao Feng felt something strange behind him, and turned his head to find out what happened, but what he saw was a sword light.

"Little boy..."

He stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck and leaning to the side weakly.

The other dozen or so people turned their heads one after another, and immediately exploded...

After slaughtering more than ten people, Dao Feng smiled and said: "How can I feel? Isn't it just a matter of the sword rising and falling? As long as I block my way, I will kill them all. As for the rest, I can control it, but I can't control it." .”