Douluo's first sword

Chapter 93 A New Dawn [Fourth Update!Ask for subscription】

The night passed away quietly, the sun lazily rose from the eastern sky, and the broken golden sunlight gently sprinkled the damp earth, awakening a new dawn.

Sunshine after the rain!

A beautiful rainbow appeared in the light gray sky. Fang Xuan, who just raised his eyelids, felt a little dazzling. He raised his fair palm to block his eyes, but there were still colorful streamers of light passing through the gaps between his fingers, and sprinkled on the somewhat lazy face. On a handsome face.

"Ha~ Where am I?!"

Fang Xuan yawned lazily, put his hands on the ground, straightened his exhausted body, and blankly glanced at the strange surroundings.

This is a shrub forest, there are no tall trees around, and not even a single wild animal has been found, unlike that kind of ancient soul beast forest.

After a bloody battle last night, Fang Xuan's physical strength was exhausted. He didn't remember where he followed the old lunatic. He only knew that when he stopped, he fell asleep without saying a word.

Because he is so tired!

After sleeping soundly all night, his physical strength has recovered a lot, and he is full of energy. Fang Xuan's physical condition has obviously improved.

"By the way, where's the old lunatic?"

Fang Xuan glanced around, but didn't find the figure of the old lunatic, and muttered: "Could he be dead, that guy, I helped him deal with so many enemies in the Spirit Hall yesterday, why can't he do it to me?" Some compensation!"

rustling, rustling...

There was a sound of grass swaying, and an old lunatic with disheveled hair came from the depths of the jungle, staring at Fang Xuan with a half-smile, and said, "What compensation do you want?!"

"Oh, you're not dead!"

Looking at the old lunatic sitting next to him, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he looked a little surprised. He was shocked by the old lunatic's secretiveness and terrifying strength.

Who would have thought that that ordinary blacksmith would be a powerful Title Douluo!

"Why don't you give me a million and 80 gold soul coins?!" Fang Xuan rubbed his chin, looking like a petty citizen, and started to care about every detail.

"Hehe, a dignified prince of the Heaven Dou Empire is still short of money? Is it okay to be promising!" The old lunatic scolded with a smile.

"Cut, I'm worthless as a prince, but the emperor didn't even give me a copper soul coin..." Fang Xuan said flatly.

"Okay, don't cry about being poor, because I'm poorer than you!"

The old lunatic stared at Fang Xuan calmly, spread his hands and said: "If you want money, I will not give it to you, and... I didn't ask you for help!"

This old guy must have seen Bright Sword!

When it comes to rogues, you can compete with Comrade Li Yunlong!

The corner of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently, it seemed that it was basically impossible to pluck the hair from this iron rooster.

Sighing with great regret, he tilted his head towards the rock behind him, and inadvertently saw the scarlet demon knife obliquely inserted beside the old lunatic, his eyes suddenly became hot.

This is a rare artifact in the world, and Fang Xuan's terrifying power has long been seen by all. Last night, the old lunatic used this knife to kill Blood Douluo with just one blow. It can be called extremely overbearing!

"Hey, it's okay if you don't have money, then let me try this knife!!"

Fang Xuan crawled and ran to the old lunatic, staring at the blood-red demon knife with greedy eyes, couldn't help but rubbed his palms, and impatiently stretched out his hand to touch the demon knife...

"Snapped!"

A thick callused palm came over, directly knocking off Fang Xuan's right hand that had just been stretched out.

The old lunatic glanced at Fang Xuan lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Little lunatic, this knife is not something you can bear now! If you touch it carelessly, you might die!"

"Is it as evil as you said? Just say it without giving it a try, stingy! Cut~" Fang Xuan couldn't help curling his lips, cursing for a while, and reluctantly glanced at the demon knife.

For a swordsman like him, this demon sword is simply the supreme treasure that he dreams of. It is a level higher than the white sword Wuying he is using now. It is a weapon only owned by a hundred-level gods.

"Hey, hey, old lunatic, where did you get this knife?" Fang Xuan stared at the demon knife and asked curiously.

"I picked it up on the ground..." the old lunatic said flatly.

"Huh? Really, where did I pick it up? I'll try my luck and pick up another one!" Fang Xuan excitedly rubbed his hands.

"I won't tell you..."

"Fuck!"

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't see that this old guy was actually a little mean!

Fang Xuan felt very sorry for not being able to touch the demon knife, and sat cross-legged in front of the old lunatic without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the demon knife all the time!

After a while, the old lunatic raised his head, cast his deep eyes on Fang Xuan through his messy long gray hair, and said, "Do you really want to try this knife?"

"Forehead……"

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then revealed a look of joy, and nodded seriously: "Yes!"

"Okay, let you have a good time today, and try the power of the artifact!"

The old lunatic smiled, and finally reluctantly agreed, and he said earnestly: "However, it has been said in advance that if any accident occurs during your knife test, I will not be responsible for it!"

"Cut, don't scare me, it's just a knife, can it still eat people?!"

Fang Xuan rolled his eyes, ignored the old lunatic's threats, his heart was filled with anticipation and excitement, he stretched out his right hand, and grasped the Demon Saber...

"Little lunatic, use your eyes to see the vastness of the world!"

Looking at Fang Xuan holding the demon knife, the old lunatic murmured quietly with deep eyes.

boom! ! !

The moment Fang Xuan held the demon knife, countless domineering murderous aura surged from the demon knife, as if a hundred thousand sharp blades pierced himself, his body was torn apart, and his soul was crushed. He couldn't bear the pain howled.

At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to be in the murderous vortex of thousands of troops, his frail body was torn to pieces, and even his spirit collapsed.

too strong!

It is too strong!

Is this the power of a god?

As if waking up from a nightmare, Fang Xuan was shocked in his heart, his face twisted in pain, and his right hand holding the demon knife exploded on the spot. This kind of murderous aura was too terrifying for a mortal body to bear.

He was not reconciled, he clenched his teeth tightly, his flesh was blown apart, leaving only his right hand, which was white and skeletal, still firmly holding onto the Demon Saber, refusing to let go.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and persisted, while using the Nine Heart Begonia to repair his injuries, he sank his consciousness into the Demon Saber, struggling to hold on under the devastating murderous aura, and refused to give up...

"Good toughness!"

The old lunatic noticed this scene, smiled and nodded.

boom! !

I don't know how long it took until he got used to the terrifying murderous aura inside the Demon Saber, Fang Xuan's mind roared, the world changed in vain, and the world in front of him was quickly shattered.

A magnificent scroll unfolds slowly...

(End of this chapter)