Chapter 235 I am the only Soul Emperor, why are you running? (Second update, please subscribe!)
She could have turned and left.
Fang Ling provoked many people on his own at the same time, which was equivalent to announcing the early end of the novice protection period.
And how could a newcomer who had just entered the indiscriminate Shura field of the City of Slaughter survive, even if he was recognized as a peerless genius on the continent?
The answer is self-evident, there is only one way to go: death! The woman in black veil had this idea at first, but she followed him because she felt sorry for witnessing the fall of a genius.
But when she saw that the people of the City of Slaughter had sent two waves, with nearly three hundred deaths, and their blood had already flowed on the ground into a bright red stream, continuously seeping into the ground through the cracks in the stone slabs, her heart couldn't help but ripple, and she realized that something was fishy.
As the messenger of the King of Slaughter, no one dared to attack her in this place of slaughter, and all the attacks launched by everyone avoided her.
Therefore, the woman in black veil was able to watch the battle calmly and capture the details that the fanatical besiegers overlooked.
After a series of fierce battles, Fang Ling seemed particularly exhausted facing this third siege. His body was shaky and it seemed as if he might fall down at any time.
The power of the sickle that could cut the enemy in two with one swing is no longer there.
The terrifying attack that was powerful enough to split the martial soul and kill with one blow disappeared due to excessive consumption.
Fang Ling was caught in a dilemma, and only managed to remain undefeated by willpower. It seemed that he was fighting a final battle with death with his unyielding will.
Each kill takes more time and effort than usual.
The battlefield moved to the streets due to the piles of corpses, and the atmosphere of blood and stench was sickening.
With the end of the third wave of offensive, Fang Ling once again gained a moment of breathing space.
But at this moment he could only barely stand steady with the help of his sickle, and his breath was so weak that even a slight breeze could blow him down.
But why haven't you fallen yet? Logically speaking, you should have died long ago!
The girl in black veil was puzzled.
Although she was not very strong, she knew that such a fierce battle would be very strenuous even if she fought alone, let alone being besieged by hundreds of people? Could a mere Soul Emperor really survive such a continuous attack?
Something seems strange, not sure, let's wait and see.
Although the deaths of hundreds of people are horrifying, the atmosphere of the City of Slaughter and the divine power of Shura corrode the human soul.
The cruel charm of the act of killing and the temptation of the ten thousand year soul bones still attract countless greedy eyes.
At this moment, Fang Ling is like a walking treasure.
As a guardian, his power is almost exhausted. A light blow from the sword from a later comer would be enough to kill him and take away the soul bone hidden in the remains.
"Hu~!" Someone was breathing very heavily.
Everyone hopes that he is the lucky one who can put an end to this genius who is famous throughout the continent under siege and take the precious soul bone from his broken body!
The siege continues with no sign of letting up.
Screams and anger intertwined, greed followed the heart, and the surge of soul power from the besiegers did not stop, but became more and more crazy.
Fear drove many people to retreat because they saw no hope of killing them. Fang Ling shook his body and killed only two hundred more, and no one dared to come over.
He still maintained that shaky state, as if he would fall at the next moment.
His eyes were tightly closed, and bloodshot mixed with gray light flowed from the corners of his mouth, revealing a breath of death, as if the death knell of fate was ringing in his ears.
I waited on the deserted street, but no one dared to come forward.
No one left? Fang Ling felt a little disappointed. It was only over 500.
The City of Slaughter is nothing more than this!
He thought he had acted out his exhaustion very well.
Blood began to ooze from the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries that were difficult to heal. A faint smell of death emanated from his body, like an old man in his twilight years, with the candle of life flickering and about to go out.
There are only 500 people, and no one dares to go up?
"Are you okay?" The woman in black veil stepped over the broken limbs and dirty blood on the ground and approached Fang Ling.
Fang Ling did not reply. After a long time, he reluctantly lifted his eyelids which were as heavy as lead, and asked with a weak breath:
"Why are you... still here?"
"You survived the siege of five hundred people." The woman in black veil exclaimed.
Fang Ling wanted to speak, but his hands were unable to support him and he fell to the ground.
The sickle slid to the side of the corpse, and he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.
He stood there quietly for a while, covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression was very depressed: "What's the point of surviving?"
"I have no strength left and I am dying."
While saying this, he fully released his spatial perception.
There is no use of mental power, because mental power is likely to alarm people, but spatial perception will not.
This is a special sense that perceives through space. After testing, even teacher Dugu Bo could not detect it.
However, he did not dare to use it on Bibi Dong. After all, he was level 99 and the successor of Rakshasa God, so it was better to be safe.
Through spatial perception, Fang Ling could sense that there were people around who were still watching.
I am so weak, why am I still waiting? Don't you want to eat such a big piece of fat? Are you still from the City of Slaughter?
Do you really have no greed at all? Shura power, Rakshasa power, no matter which killing god's power it is, show your might!
The next moment, it seemed that someone had finally made up his mind and slowly approached.
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Despite their murderous intent and greed for soul bones, they still showed a bit of awe and acted more cautiously when facing this dangerous man who had survived the siege of five hundred people.
The girl in black veil sighed softly and slowly stepped aside. This time she was really going to witness the end of the genius.
Unfortunately, with such combat power, there was originally a great hope of passing the Road to Hell.
"You are really strong!" The elderly man with a determined look on his face said with sincere admiration.
Fang Ling raised his head, opened his eyes slightly, and squinted at the person in front of him.
Although his bloodshot eyes were still filled with murderous intent, unlike the others, his mind was clearer and there was no trace of madness on his face.
"My name is Bo Xun, and I'm a level 89 strong attack soul fighter." The man introduced himself.
He was not afraid to reveal his information. The soul power of level 89 was already the pinnacle of the entire Killing City.
Soul masters do not have soul skills, and their soul power can largely determine the winner.
"Forty-six victories in the Killing Fields of Hell."
"After I kill you and obtain your three soul bones, I will successfully pass the road to hell and become the next God of Killing!"
Fang Ling opened his eyes, and his bright eyes made the old man and the girl in black veil stunned for a moment.
The people around him suddenly became extremely alert.
Fang Ling stood up slowly, and no one dared to take advantage of this opportunity to step forward.
"Bo Xun? How dare you call yourself that? And you're at level 89?"
The level doesn't matter, but the corresponding points of Contra are 128 points! Because of the blood and energy diffused in the streets, no one came around anymore, so there was no need to pretend anymore.
Even with so many deaths, no one would believe it.
He moved his hand, and the scythe, still as smooth as new, was held in his hand.
In an extremely unfavorable posture, Fang Ling used his sickle to catch the attacking sword.
This is Bo Xun’s martial soul. The Soul Douluo martial soul is naturally very strong, but not as strong as Fang Ling’s!
With a creepy smile on his face, Fang Ling leaped up, his enchantment instantly filled up, and he chopped down with his sickle.
Bo Xun tried to resist hastily, but he couldn't withstand this shocking blow at all. Under the weakness detection of Lv8, his martial soul was almost shattered.
So what if the soul power is strong?
Seven ten thousand year spirit rings have an amazing effect on strengthening the body.
Feel the invincible physical power!
After quickly dealing with this overconfident Soul Douluo, Fang Ling quickly stopped the others.
He chuckled: "I'm just a Soul Emperor, why are you running?"
(End of this chapter)
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