The beginning of Douluo's previous life and this life is exposed Tang San

Chapter 536

"Elder Han, retreat quickly!" Fan Ling's face changed when he saw the black skull strongman whose face suddenly turned strangely purple, and he shouted hurriedly.

"Oh!"

Just as Fan Ling finished shouting, the spirit-fighting warrior exploded. The powerful energy wave of the explosion lifted nearly half a foot of soil off the nearby ground. The blood-fighting spirit warrior was also blown to pieces. It was ragged, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the face was so pale that he almost died in one breath.

"Damn it!" Seeing that Elder Han had lost his life but had temporarily lost his fighting ability, Fan Ling cursed angrily, waved his hand, and said coldly: "The Blood Guards obey the order and surround and kill Mohan!"

"Yes!" As Fan Ling's order fell, the remaining twenty-odd Blood Guards raised their long knives with wet blood in their hands again, and then, with the bloody aura all over their bodies, they surrounded and killed Mohan. .

The siege and counter-siege were brutally going on in this open space!

There was a spirit-fighting expert restraining him from the front, and there were dozens of powerful blood guards around him for sneak attacks, and he had to be secretly careful of Fan Ling's cold arrows outside the field. Under such extreme distraction, Mohan was there. After only holding on for a few minutes, Elder Luo forced him out of the way. Although he fought back desperately, causing Elder Luo to be seriously injured, he was completely beaten by the latter's fierce palm. Passed out.

"Pooh"

Holding his chest, Elder Luo took a few long breaths and spit out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at the only dozen blood guards left and the seriously injured Elder Han. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. Unexpectedly, these black skeletons The people in the tomb were so brave and not afraid of death. It was a tough battle.
  Seeing that Mohan was finally unconscious, Fan Ling, who had been holding the bow string outside the court, breathed a sigh of relief. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, walked forward quickly, grabbed the long knife from a blood guard, and then filled it with tears. He slashed at Mohan's neck with a ferocious face, killing him completely.

The tip of the knife gently picked up the Najie on Mohan's finger. Fan Ling hurriedly turned it over. After a while, a touch of unconcealable ecstasy appeared on his face. With a flick of his hand, a simple silver scroll appeared. in hand.

"Haha, thunder moves three thousand, damn, it finally fell into my hands. After I practice, what can even a strong King of Fighters do to me? Haha!" Holding the scroll tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help but laugh wildly at the sky. .

Just as Fan Ling lost his temper and laughed wildly, a suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the silver scroll flew out instantly, and was finally caught by a slender hand.

"Haha, thank you very much, Master Fan Ling, for your hard work, but it would be better for me to help you keep this thing."

On a tree trunk, a black robe appeared strangely. On his palm, the silver earth-level fighting skills were reflecting a faint luster under the sunlight.

From getting the silver scroll to being snatched away, it was just a flash of lightning. After hearing the joking laughter, Fan Ling finally recovered from the sudden change, and his face suddenly became gloomy. , slowly raised his head, looked at the man in black robe on the tree trunk with a serious look, and said with a cold expression: "Who are you? You dare to rob my blood sect's things? Are you looking for death?"

When Fan Ling was speaking, the dozen or so blood guards who were still fighting in the field all moved away in all directions with great tacit understanding, just in time to surround the man in black robes, and the elder Luo was also among them. The face was cold, and a pair of cold eyes were filled with murderous intent. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, but since he had broken through their operation, he must not be allowed to leave alive.

"Haha, Young Sect Master Fan Ling, isn't this an item from the Black Skull Tomb?" A teasing smile appeared on the handsome face under the black robe. The black shadow played with the silver scroll in his hand, not caring about the four sides surrounding it. The blood guard chuckled.

"Hand over the scroll and keep your whole body." The long knife as bright as blood in his hand pointed at the black shadow, and there was a cold murderous intention in Fan Ling's gloomy words.

Hearing this, the shadow shrugged his shoulders. Not only did he ignore it, but in front of Fan Ling, he flipped his palm and the silver scroll spinning in his palm was put into the ring.

"well!"

Seeing the black shadow's actions, the corners of Fan Ling's mouth twitched, and a touch of lividity appeared on his pale face. Two words of "good" that contained fierce murderous intent came out of his mouth.

Just when the words "Fan Ling" were spoken, the dozen or so blood guards surrounded by black shadows in a circle suddenly let out a sharp shout in unison. From the long knife in their hands, the gloomy bloody fighting energy surged out of their bodies. Finally, he wrapped all the blood knives in it, stepped on the tree trunk with his feet, and more than a dozen figures were about to shoot towards the black shadow in the middle.

However, the next moment, several black shadows appeared behind the Blood Guard at the same time.
  "Ding, ding, ding"

With a cutting sound, the blood guards who were about to rush out fell to the ground one after another, their blood slowly scorning the ground.

Sheathing the knife, these black shadows turned their heads and directly surrounded Elder Xue Lingyuluo.

Looking up at the fierce lightning battle in mid-air, Fan Ling's originally cold expression suddenly became much calmer at this moment. He lightly picked up a blood-stained long knife on the ground with his toes, reached out with his hand, and grasped it tightly. In his hand, he tore his clothes casually, slowly wiped the blood on the knife, and said indifferently: "At least the strength of a four-star fighting spirit. With this strength, you are brave enough and heroic enough to dare to snatch food from my mouth, Fan Ling."

"Elder Luo, leave the one in front to me. Elder Luo, kill the others!"

"Well, young master, be careful."

The old man on the side nodded slightly, supported another Elder Han who had temporarily lost his fighting ability, stepped back a few steps, and then headed towards the other black shadows! It didn't take long before a fierce battle broke out.

At this moment, Fan Ling confronted the black shadow who appeared first and snatched away three thousand thunder fighting skills scrolls.
  "I think you followed us all the way because of the broken map, right?" Fan Ling suddenly said calmly, throwing away the blood-stained cloth in his hand.

Hearing this, the black shadow remained silent, but the killing intent around him became a little more intense.

"Hehe, it seems that my luck is really good. I can get the treasure by accident. Since you care about this thing so much, it must be not an ordinary thing. When I go back, I will let my father If you have a good look, with his experience, you should be able to see some clues about this broken map." Feeling the sudden murderous intent of the black shadow, Fan Ling thought he had guessed it right, and couldn't help but sneered.

"You may not have this chance." A calm voice slowly came out from under the black robe, and cyan fighting energy quickly seeped out of the black shadow's body, and finally enveloped the entire body.

"Really? I've seen a lot of reckless men like you in the Black Corner Territory who have their minds taken over by treasures! But their final fate doesn't seem to be very good." He raised his eyebrows and let out a cold laugh, with a cold blood color. Fighting energy also slowly emerged from Fan Ling's body, and a smell of blood suddenly filled the open space.

As the blood filled the air, Fan Ling's back was slightly bent, like a ferocious beast that had found its prey. The bloodshot eyes gradually appeared, making him look a little more beastly.

The soles of his feet were deeply inserted into the ground. At a certain moment, a low roar suddenly came from Fan Ling's throat. He kicked off his feet and his figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He instantly appeared in front of Xiao Yan, his hands wrapped in bloody fighting energy. The sharp long knife brought out a sharp force that tore the air, and slashed down hard.

Under Fan Ling's force attack, there was a continuous and piercing sound of sonic booms in the air. Seeing this, a spear suddenly appeared in the hands of the black shadow. He raised his hand and struck hard at the slashing blade!

"boom!"

The sound of gold and iron intersecting resounded in a large burst of sparks, and a ripple of green and red energy spread out from the intersection of the sword and ruler, directly hitting the soil where the two stood, fiercely It flew nearly half a foot.

Mud debris flew all over the sky, feeling the weak fighting spirit on the other side, Heiying couldn't help but understand.

"This guy is so powerful." When the sword and ruler came into contact, Fan Ling's legs and the black shadow fought with each other for a few times like lightning. Then he stepped back a few steps under the opponent's spear, feeling the faint pain left in his legs. Can't help but be a little surprised.

"What my father said is indeed true. Although our blood sect skills are overbearing and weird, and our cultivation progresses very quickly, we rely too much on external forces, so it is difficult for the fighting energy in the body to reach a solid state. When fighting against others, we always suffer some disadvantages. However, Fortunately, this guy has just entered the Dou Ling level, so it is not difficult to clean up." A thought quickly flashed in his mind, but Fan Ling suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, and his originally pale face turned strangely red. As his face changed, blood quickly emerged on his palms, and the last trace penetrated into his palms. In just a blink of an eye, a pair of bloody palms that were the same as those used when Fan Qi killed Elder Qing appeared before him. On Fan Ling's arm.

"No matter who you are, today, you have no chance to regret it! But in order to thank you for bringing me the good news that the broken map contains secrets, after you die, I will not let you become a shriveled Corpse!"

Between his palms, the disgusting smell of blood continued to emanate. Fan Ling raised his head and smiled solemnly at Xiao Yan. The soles of his feet suddenly landed on the ground, and his body turned into a burst of blood mist. He then shot towards the black shadow with both palms. As he waved, the blood mist almost filled the open space here.

"The Bone-Transforming Blood Palm?"

Seeing Fan Ling's strange hands that turned like blood, outside the battlefield, Elder Han of the Blood Sect, who had been seriously injured in the previous battle with Black Skull Tomb, couldn't help but be startled, looked at each other, and said: "I didn't expect that the sect master would actually I taught you these fighting skills to the young sect master, so the man in black robes can be considered as having hit the muzzle of the gun himself."

"Hey, you deserve it. You just robbed my blood sect. If it were me, I would have drained all the blood from your body alive." Elder Han, who had lost his fighting ability, said with a sinister smile.

A pair of dark eyes under the black robe looked indifferently at the bone-and-blood evil palm that struck, and slowly raised the spear,
  The next moment, an aura that far surpassed that of a powerful Dou Ling warrior suddenly erupted,

"Die."

In an instant, a spear shadow was seen piercing the bloody palm, and it was forbidden to kill Fan Ling, who looked pale!
  In the gradually fading blood mist, a sound of spraying blood suddenly sounded. Immediately afterwards, a shadow shot out from the blood mist against the ground. After his feet dug a deep mark of nearly ten meters on the ground, Finally, he hit a tree trunk hard, his shoulders shook, and the tree trunk Lima was shattered into two pieces.

With his back against the tree trunk, the figure's calves gave way, and his body fell softly. He supported the ground with his palms, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. His hoarse and rapid breathing sounded like a bellows, whirring non-stop. .

Looking carefully, a blood hole the size of a bucket appeared in his abdomen! The internal organs inside were broken!

It seems that I can't survive!

"Young Sect Master!?" His eyes glanced at the extremely embarrassed figure. The expressions of the two elders of the Blood Sect suddenly changed, and they lost their voices in shock. They never expected that Fan Ling was using the Bone-Transforming Blood Palm, which could be called sinister. After performing strange fighting skills, he was actually reduced to this miserable state by a man whose strength was only that of a great fighting master.

Shaking and struggling on the ground, Fan Ling lowered his head and glanced at the bloody hole in his abdomen. A look of horror and death could not help flashing across his pale face. He coughed violently a few times, raised his head and glanced at the gradually changing area. A thin haze of blood.

"You, you are the King of Fighters..."

Trembling and pointing at the black shadow, Fan Ling immediately lost all his breath and died!

Elder Luo, who was still fighting other shadows, and Elder Han, who was seriously injured on the edge of the battlefield, also discovered the dead Fan Ling at this moment. They couldn't help but jump out of the battlefield and fell silent. Their faces were also extremely embarrassed!
  After a moment, Elder Luo suddenly turned his head and moved forward quickly!
  Seeing this, Elder Han, who was seriously injured, immediately understood what Elder Luo was thinking. He knew that if Sect Master Fan Lao knew that Young Sect Master Fan Ling had died under their protection...

A shiver ran through his body, and Elder Han immediately cursed at the black figures.

However, the next moment, a black shadow appeared in front of Elder Han and slashed him to death with a knife!

"There is still one alive, chase him!"

The next moment, all the black shadows chased in the direction of Elder Luo's shield!

Ten minutes later, these black shadows finally caught up with Elder Luo and hacked him to death on the road!

And dozens of meters ahead, a carriage was moving forward leisurely, seemingly not paying attention to the fighting behind it!

"What's going on? Do you want to silence me?"

"Forget it! Don't ask for trouble!"

"withdraw!"

After a brief conversation, several black shadows disappeared one after another!

In the carriage ahead, Xiao Yan's lips curled up, and then he continued to drive the carriage toward Canaan College.

More than ten days later, there were many pedestrians on this loess road. These people were obviously coming from the Black Corner Domain. Among the crowd, a carriage was driving leisurely.

On the carriage, Xiao Yan, who was driving the carriage, ignored the looks of those people looking over. What surprised Xiao Yan was that although these people had some ferocious auras in their bodies, there was no trace of murderous aura on their faces. This kind of concealing the murderous intention in the heart is not natural, but looks like forced oppression. Therefore, the expressions on the faces of these passers-by are quite strange.

(End of this chapter)