Chapter 235 I am just a Soul Emperor, why are you running away? (Second update, please subscribe!)
She could have turned away.
Fang Ling single-handedly provoked many people at the same time, which was tantamount to declaring that the novice protection period had ended prematurely.
And how could a newcomer who had just entered the indiscriminate Shura field of the Killing City survive, even if he was recognized as a peerless genius in the mainland?
The answer is self-evident, there is only one way to die!
The woman in black gauze did have this idea at first, but she followed him out of regret for witnessing the genius' fall.
But when she saw two waves of people from the Killing City, nearly 300 people died, and the blood was already flowing on the ground into a bright red stream, constantly seeping into the ground along the gaps between the stone slabs, she couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart, and realized that something was wrong. Strange.
As the messenger of the King of Slaughter, no one dared to attack her in this city of killing, and everyone's attacks invariably avoided her.
Therefore, the woman in black veil was able to watch the battle calmly and capture the details that those fanatical besiegers ignored.
After a series of fierce battles, Fang Ling was particularly struggling in the face of this third siege, and his body was shaky, as if he might collapse at any time.
The power of cutting the enemy into two pieces with just one swing of the sickle is no longer there.
The terrifying attack that was enough to split the martial soul and kill with one blow disappeared due to excessive consumption.
Fang Ling was helpless, barely maintaining his invincibility with only his willpower, as if he was fighting the god of death with his unyielding will.
Each kill requires more time and effort than usual.
The battlefield was moved to the streets due to the mountains of corpses, and the atmosphere of blood and stench was nauseating.
With the end of the third wave of offensive, Fang Ling once again gained a moment of breathing space.
But at this time, he could barely stand still by relying on the scythe. His aura was so weak that even a breeze could blow him down.
But why don't you fall?
Logically speaking, he should have died long ago!
The girl in black gauze was puzzled.
Although she is not strong enough, she also knows that such an intense wheel battle is extremely difficult even if she fights alone, let alone a siege by hundreds of people?
Can a mere soul emperor really survive this continuous offensive?
If something is weird or not sure, take another look.
Although the death of hundreds of people is horrifying, the atmosphere of the killing city and the divine power of Shura corrode the human soul.
The cruel charm of the act of killing and the allure of ten thousand-year-old soul bones still attract countless greedy eyes.
At this moment, Fang Ling was like a walking treasure.
As a guardian, his power has been almost exhausted. With just a single blow from those who come after him, he can behead him and seize the soul bones hidden in his remains.
"Hoo~!" Someone was breathing very heavily.
Everyone hopes that they are the lucky one to put an end to this famous genius in the mainland under siege, and seize the precious soul bones from his broken body!
The siege continues with no signs of stopping.
Screams and anger intertwined, greed moved at will, and the surge of soul power from the besiegers did not stop, becoming more and more crazy.
Fear drove many people to retreat, because there was no hope of killing them. Fang Ling shook his body and only killed two hundred more, and no one dared to come over.
He still maintained that shaky state, as if he would fall in the next moment.
His eyes were closed tightly, and bits of blood intertwined with gray light spilled from the corners of his mouth, revealing an aura of death, as if the death knell of fate had been ringing in his ears.
Waiting on the deserted road, no one dared to step forward.
Is there no one here?
A hint of disappointment emerged in Fang Ling's heart, it was only more than five hundred.
The city of killing is nothing more than that!
He thought he had performed the exhausted state extremely well.
Blood began to bleed from the corners of his mouth, and it appeared that he had suffered internal injuries that were difficult to heal. His body released a faint aura of death, like an old man whose life candle was flickering.
There were only five hundred people, but no one dared to go up?
"Are you okay?" The woman in black gauze stepped over the broken limbs and dirty blood on the ground and walked towards Fang Ling.
Fang Ling didn't reply. After a long time, he reluctantly raised his lead-heavy eyelids and asked with a dying breath:
"Why...are you still here?"
"You survived the siege of five hundred people." The woman in black gauze chanted.
Fang Ling wanted to speak, but his hands couldn't support him and he fell to the ground. The sickle slid down to the body, and he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out all his lungs.
He stood quietly for a while, covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, with a very depressed expression: "So what if I survive?"
"I have no strength and am about to die."
While saying this, his spatial perception was fully relaxed.
There is no need to use 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 the teacher Dugubo couldn't detect it.
However, he didn't dare to use Bibidong. After all, he was level ninety-nine and the successor of the Rakshasa God. It was better to be more stable.
Through spatial perception, Fang Ling can sense that there are people around who are still watching.
You are already so weak, why are you still waiting?
Don’t you want to eat such a big piece of fat? Or are you not from the Killing City?
Do you really have no greed at all?
The divine power of Shura, the divine power of Rakshasa, no matter which one is the divine power of the killing god, show your power quickly!
The next moment, it seemed that someone finally made up his mind and slowly approached.
Despite their raging murderous intent and greed for soul bones, they still showed a hint of awe and acted more cautiously in the face of this dangerous man who survived the siege of five hundred people.
The girl in black gauze sighed and slowly stepped aside. This time she really wanted to witness the end of the genius.
It's a pity that with such combat power, there was a great chance of passing through the road to hell.
"You are really strong!" The old man with a resolute look on the front said sincerely in admiration.
Fang Ling raised his head, opened his eyes a little, and squinted at the person in front of him.
Although his eyes were still bloodshot and filled with murderous intent, unlike others, his thinking was clearer and there was no sign of madness.
"My name is Bo Xun, and I am an eighty-nine-level attack type Soul Douluo." The man introduced himself.
He was not afraid to reveal his information. The eighty-nine level soul power was already the pinnacle of the entire Killing City.
However, soul masters do not have soul skills, and soul power can determine the winner to a large extent.
"Forty-six victories have been achieved 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 Death!"
Fang Ling opened his eyes, and his bright eyes made both the old man and the girl in black gauze stunned for a moment.
The people around him suddenly became extremely vigilant.
Fang Ling stood up slowly. No one dared to take this opportunity to step forward.
"Bo Xun? You dare to call this name and you are still at level 89?"
The level doesn't matter, but the corresponding points for Contra are 128!
Because of the blood that spreads in the streets, no one comes around anymore, so there is no need to pretend anymore.
Even if so many people died, no one would believe it.
He moved his palm, and the war sickle, which was still as clean as new, was held in his hand.
In an extremely unfavorable position, Fang Ling casually used his sickle to catch the attacking sword.
This is Bo Xun's martial spirit. Contra's martial spirit is naturally very strong, but not as strong as Fang Lingqiang!
With a captivating smile on his face, Fang Ling jumped up, filled up his enchantment instantly, and struck down with a scythe.
Bo Xun hurriedly resisted, but he couldn't block this shocking blow at all. Under the weakness detection of Level 8, the martial spirit was almost shattered.
So what if the soul is strong?
Seven thousand-year soul rings can strengthen the body astonishingly.
Feel the invincible physical power!
After quickly dealing with this overconfident Contra, Fang Ling quickly stopped the others.
He chuckled: "I'm just a Soul Emperor, why are you running away?"
(End of chapter)