Chapter 106 First confrontation!
The dry dragon soul, the first demon king of the monster clan, is equivalent to the existence of the realm of Yuanxin. Moreover, the dry ghost dragon soul is the whole demon world. In addition to the beast god, it is the first monster to make the demon emperor bleed, because he has stronger talent, better blood and more cruel perseverance than Yuanxin. If it weren't for some special reasons, I'm afraid that the name of the first person of the demon king would not have fallen to Yuan Xin.
However, such a guy who can't avoid is actually regarded by Muluo as a stepping stone to evaluate the indifferent human who has only one side, and is not as good as the annoying human race. Not to mention the extremely arrogant guy like the ghost black fox, even Zhi Wuji is shocked and even said, "This is what to say. No, I can't say this... Muluo, although, I mean, although. Your relationship with the Dragon Soul is good, but it's better not to talk nonsense. Otherwise, that level of monster will turn against you. Even if there is a brotherhood and brotherhood, he will not spare your life.
"I know it." Muluo closed his eyes and didn't want to continue talking. As soon as Zhi Wuji saw his appearance, he knew that today's facts were ups and downs. He touched his beard on his chin and rubbed it without the so-called demon demeanor at all, but his eyes looked out through the window and muttered in a very low voice, "I don't know this hundred years of rain. How many people will die?"
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"Are you sure this is watching the bustle?" Hu Meihan stared at Lin Fan in disbelief, and his teeth were trembling.
Lin Fan smiled faintly and showed a 'you can rest assured' expression, "Believe me."
"..."
Hu Meihan was silent for a moment. The rain slapped her trembling body, which made her feel extremely cold. Finally, she almost roared and said, "No, how can I believe you!"
Her eyes stared at another figure in the rain. The thick and large hat was very conspicuous, and half of her eyes were looking at Lin Fan.
It's Yuan Xinjun.
"Why did you take down this city after watching the bustle?" The fox's voice was trembling, and then his pupils suddenly expanded and he screamed, "You, why are you drawing your sword?"
Gang!
Without her words, the two still figures collided in the rain, and the sword light intersect, rubbing out the ripples of destruction. The space near the two swords seemed to be torn by a big hand, and countless small cracks spread out, making the rain more ferocious.
Ding Ding! Boom!
After a blow, the two of them cut each other with swords with blank faces. Two sharp and crisp sounds shocked the clouds in the air. A thunderbolt burst, and the sound exploded on the empty street. The purple light pulled out a long shadow around the bodies lying on the ground, and the two thin figures in the middle of the street presented a strange scene.
"She is very noisy."
Yuan Xinjun's pale face was slightly raised, but the hand waving the sword did not pause. The sword light cut through the night and even drew a half-moon-shaped arc in the rain. Every drop of water can be turned into a sharp weapon for killing, containing the power of the ten gods.
This blow fully shows the strength of the head of his demon king, and it is also on par with Lin Fan's current strength. If the two really do it, I'm afraid that no one can do anything.
However, in the face of Yuan Xin's murderous blow, Lin Fan raised his wrist, the sword was dazzling, and the sword meaning of the heart was played to the extreme. It was as fast as a thunderous sword smashed the half-moon-shaped arc in front of him, and then collided with the long sword in Yuan Xin's hand again.
The impact of two swords is not as simple as it seems on the surface. The two masters in the same situation attacked each other with all their strength. The aftershocks alone could kill a demon king. At the moment when the two swords touched, Lin Fan was also distracted to protect the fox Meihan. In this case, it was extremely difficult to draw with Yuan Xin.
At this moment, Yuan Xin was also very surprised. Originally, he followed the breath to come here, thinking that he would meet a demon king of the monster clan, but he didn't expect to meet such a strange face, but the strength of the other party was beyond his expectation. In his opinion, a master with such strength could never be a nationality. An unknown person, but the strange and young face in front of him made him suspicious and asked in a low voice, "Are you a human being?"
"Yes or no, is it important?"
"It doesn't matter, but whether you die or not is very important to me."
"It's really cruel, but do you think you killed me?"
"You can't kill it, but you have to have a try."
"Come on, come on."
The dialogue between the two suddenly sounded in the heavy rain and faded away in a hurry. Even if it was the sword light and shadows, every wave of sword echoing on the street seemed to be able to tear up this annoying rainy night and tear apart every living life around.
At this moment, Hu Meihan's face is so pale that it is difficult to speak. If it hadn't been for Lin Fan's distracting to protect her, I'm afraid that now she would turn into a pile of dirt in the water with many houses and buildings that were broken into ashes, as if they had never appeared.
Life and death are shattered, only between the two swords, to the extent of incisive interpretation. The demonic power and the power of return to one flew all over the sky, turning over the clouds and rain, and the thunder hid because of the strength of the two. The center of the cloud in the air was also poked into a big hole, revealing the gradually clear sky. A trace of skylight shone down, slightly driving away the darkness and cold on the street, but it also illuminated the faces of the two people. A look of excitement.
Seeing their expressions, Hu Meihan couldn't help shivering and muttered, "Crazy, what a madman!"
She was right. Lin Fan was crazy, but his mind was extremely calm. He understands that it is not as simple as it is to enter the demon palace. At least he has to understand the strength of the eight demon kings and take the opportunity to hit several of them hard, so that he has the opportunity to steal this gap and enter the demon palace when the demon emperor is closed to win the opportunity to use the soul pool.
However, the guy in front of him gave Lin Fan a very unexpected surprise.
"You should be the head of the demon king, Yuan Xinjun." After Lin Fan dodged Yuan Xin's extremely fast sword, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said with the corners of his mouth, "I feel honored to fight with the first demon king."
"Fish, you're too noisy."
Yuan Xin squinted his eyes with chaotic colors. The long sword shook, and the rain was broken again. The huge power of death turned into a light of redemption, adsorbing on the body surface of Yuanxin, making his strength rise steadily, which actually gave Lin Fan a feeling of depression.
"May your sins be forgiven by the light of redemption, and your soul will be thrown into the underworld and punished by death. May my sword cut off the root of your sin."
Yuan Xin's murmur-like voice resounded through the whole street like thunder. When Lin Fan heard the sound, his pupils quickly expanded, and the black light roared. A powerful existence stretched out his palm through the distant void, making time and space still, showing the power of the sky.
Yuan Xin, who had raised his long sword and was ready to use his killing moves, trembled all over, and his face was full of disbelief. Looking at the tall figure behind Lin Fan, he opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound.
"My name is death!"
The figure still has no face, but his voice is no longer ethereal. He exhales. The short four words float in the still rainy night. A round ripple spread out, showing the scene of withering and death everywhere. Its power is fierce, and it makes people feel their weakness like the rage of heaven.
Yuan Xin took a deep breath and retreated quickly. Blood had flowed from the corners of his mouth. It was not until the ripples crossed his body and hit the vast night sky that he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Wang!
The black figure suddenly appeared and disappeared without warning. The rain continued to rain, and he didn't notice the change at that moment. The expression on Hu Meihan's face was still so pale. Obviously, he did not find a figure behind Lin Fan before. He just opened his mouth and spit out four words, which made the first demon king of the demon clan vomit blood and burst back a hundred steps.
"I'm convinced." Yuan Xin wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were dim, but there was no anger. He was calm and a little indifferent.
Lin Fan looked at him, pointing diagonally to the ground with a sword in his right hand. The rain mixed into the water drop by drop along the tip of the sword. The weak voice seemed to be able to hit people's hearts, which was particularly strange.
Finally, Lin Fan smiled, fixed the sword back as if no one else was around, wiped a handful of water on his face, and said, "I hope I can fight with you again."
"At that time, you and I will only leave alive." Yuanxin left this sentence and disappeared in the rainy night without looking back.
He came strangely and walked simply. It was not until Lin Fan spit out his first mouthful of blood that Hu Meihan came to his senses and made sure that the horrible guy had left here.
However, when she saw Lin Fan injured for the first time, she was a little at a loss. "It doesn't matter, right?"
"It doesn't matter." Lin Fan wiped away the blood, and the red marks on his fingers were quickly drenched by the rain. Hu Meihan was a little afraid and said, "You are too reckless. Yuanxin is a dead monster who can fight with the beast god. If you fight with him, you are not sure of winning, so don't joke about your own life."
"What can he do for me?"
Lin Fan's lips were upturned, and there was an invincible arrogance in his eyes. Hu Meihan looked at him and didn't hate him in his heart, but he still advised, "This time you just suffered some minor injuries. It's better not to be so reckless next time."
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Poo!
He walked a long way. It was not until he was sure that no one would follow behind him that Yuan Xin stopped a little tiredly. The strong demon yuan in his body operated crazily, wrapped the depression and congestion, and sprayed it out.
The fishy smell of blood spilled into the rainwater, which soon melted away with the water and disappeared. Yuan Xin's face was with a little lingering palpitation. Looking back, the rain was vast, and there was no way to come, but the breath of death had not faded. Instead, it was like a tombstone standing for thousands of years, with eternal majesty.
"Is that the true face of the Lord of Death?" Yuan Xin's face was full of panic, and the sweet taste in his mouth was also a little bitter at this time, and his muttering voice came out, "It's really terrible."