Douluo: Wuhun Seven Killing Sword, Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven

Chapter 270: Survival Rules: The Strongest Fists Speak (5.1k, monthly ticket requested)

Ning Tianchen attacked decisively.

As the saying goes, strike while you are weak. A cold light flashed at the tip of the Seven Kill Sword, and it slashed across the neck of the Wolf Fang King, ending his life.

The Killing Messenger couldn't help but look at Ning Tianchen straight in the eye.

In the past battles, Wolf Fang King always ended the game by killing nine people in a violent state. Today, he was defeated by Ning Tianchen.

She was becoming more and more curious about how many consecutive victories Ning Tianchen could achieve.

It’s not that other people can’t dodge Wolf Fang King’s attacks, but that they don’t have perfect enough body movements.

The training of body skills is what most soul masters on the continent lack. And the forces that have a complete inheritance of body skills never pass on any secrets about body skills training.

Under Chen Xin's instruction, Ning Tianchen's body movements had already reached the highest level, that is, avoiding the opponent's attacks with the least physical effort.

After the game, the soul power in Wolf Fang King's body spontaneously fell into Ning Tianchen's body.

This is not just soul power, but also the murderous aura accumulated by the Wolf Fang King in so many games.

After absorbing it, Ning Tianchen couldn't help but curl his lips.

The Soul Saint's soul power was absorbed into the Soul King's body, which would not be an exaggeration to increase his soul power by ten levels. However, the reality was that Ning Tianchen's soul power did not even increase by half a level.

While he was absorbing the soul power, strands of imperceptible filaments emerged from underground in the Hell Killing Field and devoured most of the Wolf Fang King's soul power.

Looking at the ground again, the opponent's body turned into a pool of blood, which flowed into the ground through the "drainage" system on the ring floor.

At this moment, the only thing left of Wolf Fang King in the world was the soul bone that provided the violent soul skill.

"Soul bone!"

In the audience, many fallen ones stood up, their eyes filled with passion and greed.

There are indeed no rules in the Killing Grounds of Hell, but non-contestants are prohibited from fighting privately, otherwise they will anger the King of Killing.

These fallen ones can barely maintain restraint, but once Ning Tianchen leaves the Hell Killing Field, they will have no scruples.

Of course, Ning Tianchen defeated the Wolf Fang King after all. Regardless of whether it was by cheating or not, possessing such strength has already dispelled the idea of ​​some Fallen Ones who wanted to snatch the soul bones.

……

"It really is a soul bone. Otherwise, a soul saint without soul skills wouldn't be so resistant to attacks." With a smile in his heart, Ning Tianchen put the soul bone into his arms.

It is better not to expose the soul guide device in public, so as to avoid someone getting greedy.

No matter whether it is a Soul Sage or a Soul Douluo, without soul skills, they are like a tiger with its teeth and claws pulled out, with no aggressiveness at all.

Of course, this situation only applies to soul masters below the Titled Douluo level.

If one wants to break through to the Title Douluo level, one must have some understanding of the martial spirit. Even without spirit skills, their strength is not weak.

But fortunately, among the Soul Douluo on the continent, only one in ten can break through to the Titled Douluo. Ning Tianchen is not worried that the Titled Douluo will come here.

When he got off the ring, he immediately had the next match.

At the end of the contestant channel, the Killing Messenger had been waiting there for a long time.

"Wolf Fang King's forty-nine winning streak is currently second only to the fifty-three winning streak of the number one. I didn't expect that you could defeat such a strong man in the first game. It's really surprising." The Killing Messenger seemed to be trying to please him, and the way he spoke became much more casual, no longer as rigid as before.

Ning Tianchen laughed and said, "This is the first time I've heard that a Slaughter Messenger would take the initiative to approach someone."

The Killing Envoy was not annoyed, but instead reminded: "The Wolf Fang King's soul bone has been exposed in public. If you don't want to get into trouble, just throw it to a passerby when you go out. But if you want to take the soul bone away, you have to consider your own strength."

"Your performance in the Hell Killing Fields can indeed dissuade some people, but those who are selected are all strong ones."

Ning Tianchen cupped his hands, "Thank you for the reminder."

The Slaughter Messenger would not seek trouble. Seeing that the other party had no intention of paying attention to her, she finally said, "You have won a victory in the Hell Killing Field. Next, you will be granted the right to live in the inner city for a year. As for houses, you can go and grab any house you like in the city."

"The rule of survival here is: the stronger the fist, the more power."

Ning Tianchen nodded, and without stopping, walked out of the hell killing field.

As expected, a lot of fallen people had gathered outside the killing field. The purpose of this group of people was clear, which was to snatch the soul bone from Ning Tianchen.

Ning Tianchen pretended to be impatient and said, "Is there anyone else? Don't be like a rat, hiding in the dark sewers."

"Arrogant!" A young man in white clothes and with a pale face jumped out.

Looking at his spotless white clothes, one could guess that he was quite powerful.

Not only him, but the group of people behind him are also very powerful.

Ning Tianchen twisted his neck.

In the previous game, he was running the whole time and did not consume too much energy, so there was no problem at all for him to fight against this group of people at this time.

The most important thing is that this group of people is not a monolithic entity.

There is only one soul bone, and even if Ning Tianchen dies, only one of them can get it.

Ning Tianchen took out the soul bone and weighed it in his hand. "How do you plan to divide this soul bone? If we break it, each of you will get a piece of it?"

Everyone, who already had their own ulterior motives, immediately became suspicious.

Some of the fallen ones who were pulled in by the strong to make up the numbers quietly withdrew from the crowd.

Anyway, even if they get the soul bones, they can't share them, so why should they risk their lives for them?

Ning Tianchen saw that it was taking effect, and then he rushed into the crowd and started a melee.

……

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong looked at the information in her hand and her face turned gloomy.

A powerful aura burst out involuntarily, and the letter in his hand turned into powder.

The Soul Saint from the Spirit Hall who was delivering the intelligence trembled under her aura.

"How dare she!"

The source of Bibi Dong's anger was Qian Renxue.

These days, with her tacit approval, the Spirit Hall sent out a number of assassins to lurk near Tiandou City, preparing to assassinate Ning Tianchen.

Not only did it not work, Qian Renxue actually intervened and "recruited" Ning Tianchen as a member of the Worship Hall.

The Pope's Palace and the Worship Palace have never been on good terms, and the power controlled by Bibi Dong is not enough to compete with the Worship Palace.

It can be said that Ning Tianchen now possesses the "Golden Medal of Immunity from Death". Unless the Worship Hall agrees, no one in the Spirit Hall can touch him.

Bibi Dong's emotions gradually stabilized. She looked at the messenger in front of her and cursed, "Get lost!"

The messenger dared not stay and fled from the Pope's Palace as if he had been pardoned.

After coming out, I kept complaining in my heart.

Bibi Dong's mental state became increasingly unstable, and he even doubted whether she could manage the Spirit Hall well.

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong called Hu Liena again.

Since the end of the Soul Master Competition, the three members of the Golden Generation have been put under confinement by Bibi Dong, and then it was decided to send them to the Lost Grand Canyon for training.

The Lost Canyon is different from the Death Canyon.

Both of them are places where the Spirit Hall exiles criminals. The difference is that the Death Canyon is guarded by Spirit Hall experts, so generally there is no need to worry about life. The Lost Canyon is very large, and after the criminals are expelled to a certain distance, the Spirit Hall experts will return and will not be stationed there.

It can be said that entering the Lost Grand Canyon is almost a life-or-death situation.

"Teacher, it's Nana's fault. She made you angry." Hu Liena knelt in front of the high seat, lowered her head, and sincerely admitted her mistake.

"Get up!" Bibi Dong waved her hand. "Starting tomorrow, the Ghost Elder will take you to the Lost Grand Canyon for training. Don't let me down."

Hu Liena nodded solemnly and signed a military order.

After all, she was her disciple, so Bibi Dong couldn't really let her go to die, so she casually threw a sheepskin map to her.

"Don't go any deeper. Follow the instructions on the parchment scroll. I want you to come back in a year. Do you understand?"

at the same time.

Xue Qinghe, who was far away in the Tiandou Empire, couldn't help but laugh and said, "I guess that woman must have received my letter today. I wonder if she will be furious. I really want to see what she looks like when she is furious."

"Young Master, you need to be more cautious." Qingluan Douluo reminded.

Xue Qinghe didn't care. "Brother Tianchen got off the carriage in Tianxun City. Even I don't know his whereabouts afterwards, so how can that woman know? I just hope that when he comes back, he will be strong enough to protect himself."

……

The City of Slaughter. By dividing the enemy's interior, Ning Tianchen fought his way in and out of the crowd.

Moreover, according to the suggestion of the Killing Messenger, he threw the soul bone into the hands of someone at random when he charged, making this team of Fallen even more chaotic.

Finally, the attack came to an end as he chopped off the last man's head.

The battle caused quite a stir, and many people were quietly lurking around, watching for a long time.

Ning Tianchen looked around and hooked his finger, "Anyone else wants to come?"

No one answered.

At this moment, he was like a god of war, and no one dared to offend him.

Since no one took action, Ning Tianchen would not stay here. He would walk into the city and choose the house he liked.

After seeing him leave, the Fallen who stayed there finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, such a strong murderous aura. When did he appear?"

"I just saw him with the Slaughter Messenger. He must be a newcomer, right?"

"A newcomer has such strength. I'm afraid this is going to be a big deal!"

"That's right. On the first day as a newcomer, he was attacked by many people. If he wins ten games in a row, I'm afraid he will be banned."

It should be noted that in the Killing Field of Hell, it is difficult for anyone to win five consecutive games in the Killing Field.

Winning ten games in a row is almost a rare thing.

As for winning a hundred games in a row, there have been twenty or thirty people who have done so over the past thousands of years, but on average, this is only seen once every few decades.

(PS: Only eight people managed to get out of the City of Slaughter, and the rest were defeated on the Road to Hell)

Ning Tianchen found a desired residence in the city and thought there would be a confrontation, but it turned out to be an uninhabited house.

There were signs of someone living in the room, but that person seemed to have not been back for a long time, and the furniture was covered with a layer of dust.

This is not surprising. After all, at least eighty people die in the killing fields of hell every day.

Before participating in the competition, no one thought they would die.

After simply clearing out a clean area, Ning Tianchen sat down cross-legged and reviewed today's gains.

He took out the soul bone, suspended it in front of him, and examined it carefully.

This soul bone is about 30,000 years old. It is unknown what kind of soul beast it came from, and the soul skill it provides is berserk.

"Generally, the seventh soul ring of a soul saint is about 30,000 years old. I guess it is the soul bone that exploded when he absorbed the soul ring." Ning Tianchen speculated.

In addition, although the soul power absorbed from the Wolf Fang King was not much, he inherited a great murderous aura from the other party.

With the blessing of murderous aura, the power of the Seven Killing Sword has been greatly enhanced, and there is a momentum of breaking through the third stage and entering the fourth stage of swordsmanship training.

"Grandpa is right. Killing aura is the best way to improve the Seven Killing Swords' sword power. Unfortunately, the current accumulated killing aura is not enough. Starting tomorrow, we must speed up the frequency of the competition."

Unfortunately, starting from the next day, Ning Tianchen could only gain very little murderous aura every day.

The Fallen in the inner city suffered a lot of losses after yesterday's melee. Every game from now on will require a long wait.

A hundred consecutive victories can theoretically be completed within a hundred days.

But this is just theory.

As his fame grows, no one will sign up for the competition after seeing him coming.

Before the ten consecutive victories, there were still some stubborn people who wanted to fight him. After the ten consecutive victories, these people were completely defeated by him, and from then on, seeing him was like avoiding the plague, and no one dared to sign up for the competition.

There were a few times when Ning Tianchen was lucky and happened to be the tenth person in a group. But the devil is one foot higher, and the way is one foot higher. These fallen people are not fools. From now on, whenever he goes out, someone will report the news, and the group of fallen people will no longer sign up.

Ning Tianchen simply stopped forcing it and started practicing swordsmanship in the room.

I dared not cause any trouble to him, so I was quite happy and at ease.

With food supplied every day, he can devote himself to practicing swordsmanship.

……

Inside the Qibao Glazed Sect.

After a period of training, Oscar's physical fitness has been qualitatively improved.

During this period, although his soul master cultivation has fallen behind, his current physical fitness is already comparable to that of an initial stage soul master, and he can carry out missions with the sect's action team.

Today, when he was about to leave, Chen Huayu returned to the sect after completing his mission and happened to meet him at the door.

"Oscar, are you planning to go out for training?"

Oscar smiled and responded, "Fatty Chen, my training has been recognized by the sect. The sect has assigned me a task to assist the main force and help an elder from the outer sect hunt the seventh soul ring."

Chen Huayu had just returned, and of course he didn't want the other party to leave, so he asked: "Are you in a hurry for this task? If not, stay and have a drink?"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is not full of high-level soul masters, the soul masters at the Soul Master and Soul Master level are the main force. The outer sect elders obtain soul rings and bring so many Soul Masters and Soul Masters with them, which also means to train these soul masters.

A large-scale soul hunting force is different from a soul hunting squad.

To be called a large force, the number of people must be at least fifty.

If such a large group of people were to run around in the forest, food and water would be a problem. Therefore, before the large group moves, there must be a vanguard team to scout the situation in advance.

The large army will set out only after figuring out the soul beasts' habitat and the army's marching route.

Currently, this mission is still in the stage of recruiting people, so Oscar has no reason to be anxious.

After thinking about it, he agreed to the other party's request.

"By the way, is the boss in the sect? When I left, he said that he would practice in the sect for a while. If I don't go find him, he will definitely beat me up next time." Chen Huayu said angrily.

Oscar has been training all this time and hasn't paid attention to other people's situations.

But looking at Ning Rongrong's recent performance, he speculated: "I think Miss Rongrong is not in good condition recently. The boss may have left the sect. Or, why don't you go ask the sect master or the sword bone worshiper?"

Chen Huayu shook his head. "You're going to the Sect Master for such a small matter. Aren't you afraid of being scolded? Forget it. Since we're all here, let's go find the eldest lady first. It would be nice for the three of us to have a meal together."

Oscar suddenly looked downcast and said with regret: "By the way, Baozhen and Huangwu returned to the sect a few days ago. However, Huangwu broke his arm and Baozhen's eye."

"What's wrong?" Chen Huayu shouted.

Oscar looked around nervously. Seeing that no one noticed them, he warned in a low voice: "This is a sect secret, don't talk nonsense. They seem to have met someone, I don't know the details, the sect leader has told me not to make random guesses."

Chen Huayu clenched his fists.

Although Huang Wu and Bao Zhen are substitutes for the team, they have developed a deep bond during the four months of the competition. When their friend is injured, they have no reason not to seek revenge!
"Let's wait until Tianchen comes back. This matter can make the sect leader so nervous, it must be a big deal. Only with the identity of the boss can you know something about it." Oscar advised.

Chen Huayu spread his hands and said, "When the boss comes back and we get together, I'm afraid the five-year agreement will only be four years later. Hey, Xiao Ao, do you regard them as brothers?"

Oscar pounded his chest and said, "All of us in the Shippo team are the best brothers and sisters."

"Okay!" Chen Huayu put his arm around his shoulders. "Let's go and see them. In the future, if we can get healing medicine during our training, we must give it to them."

Oscar smiled bitterly and said nothing more.

……

Huang Wu and Bao Zhen are currently recuperating in the sect's sanatorium.

Those who live here to recuperate are disciples who have made contributions to the sect and have been injured.

When Oscar and Chen Huayu arrived, Ning Rongrong was visiting them in the nursing home.

"Fatty, you're back?" Ning Rongrong was in a bad mood. Obviously, the injuries of Baozhen and Huang Wu were a big blow to her.

Chen Huayu tactfully did not mention Ning Tianchen.

After all, Ning Rongrong has come, and if Ning Tianchen is still in the sect, there is no reason for him not to come.

"Fatty, Oscar, it's great to see you." Huang Wu stood up and bumped fists with them with his only remaining left arm.

Unexpectedly, Huang Wu and Bao Zhen had a very good attitude and did not give up hope for life because of their injuries.

"Don't worry, Xiao Ao and I are going out to practice. If we come across healing herbs, we will..."

Before Chen Huayu could finish, Huang Wu smiled and shook his head, "Baozhen and I appreciate your kindness. Yesterday, Senior Dugu and Dean Ke came to see us."

"It's not easy to get the herbs that can help regrow a broken limb. However, Baozhen's eyesight may recover a little in the future. With glasses, she will have no problem with her daily life."

Baozhen shook his head, "Huang Wu, you don't have to comfort me. My eyeball is gone, and Senior Dugu also said that unless I encounter a healing elixir like the Ten Thousand Year Old Tianshan Snow Lotus, there is no chance of recovery."

(End of this chapter)