Douluo's death sickle

Tang San couldn't believe that where the Force Clan was stationed, he had only been out for less than ten days and something like this happened here.

"Rain of blood! Rain of blood!" Tang San roared, "It's you again! Why do you always have to go against me..."

"Young Master, don't be too sad. The old patriarch asked us to follow you from now on. Now that he is gone, we will still obey his instructions and serve you in the future." The elder in charge who knew Tang San lowered his head, and he also

no way.

After the death of the old patriarch, not only the surrounding small sects, but also some nobles wanted to get a foot in their power clan. Now that they were causing trouble, people were already panicking.

Now, a person from the Haotian Sect has come, and they can't hold each other tightly. The grudges they had back then are nothing.

"Elder, you were once my father's subordinates, so of course I won't ignore you." Tang San suppressed the depression in his heart and comforted everyone in the Li clan.

The meeting room of the Force Clan was still discussing the future life. Outside, a five or six-year-old child stared bitterly at Tang San who was talking in the room. His father died under the Clear Sky Hammer. Today

He will never forget the scene that happened in the early morning.

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Outside Tiandou City, among the messy ruins, Chen Xin was searching for useful clues. As early as half an hour ago, he felt that this place had extremely strong soul power fluctuations, even stronger than him.

The results of the search were disappointing. The terrifying outpouring of soul power erased all traces of this place, and it was not even known who had fought here.

"Huh?" Chen Xin caught a glimpse of a broken arm from the corner of his eye, stuck upside down in the soil.

With a sweep of sword light, the arm was directly brought out from the soil. It was impossible to tell whose arm it belonged to, but it could be preserved in such a battle. The physical strength of its owner was definitely not low, and it was guaranteed to be a titled Douluo.

"Who will it be?" Chen Xin thought of candidates for the title Douluo one after another, but he rejected his own ideas one by one.

"Could it be him..."

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Dozens of kilometers away from Chen Xin's location, Xue Yu leaned against a big tree, enduring the pain and channeling his soul power to heal himself.

In the battle with Tang Hao, his injuries were more serious than expected. He pretended to be calm in front of Aunt Rou because he didn't want to make him worry. This should be the so-called pride at work.

Oh, what is there to argue with your relatives?

When he thought of this, it was already too late. Xue Yu could only stay away from the previous battlefield and find a quiet place to rest.

The sky gradually darkened, and Xue Yu, who was leaning against the tree trunk, spat out another mouthful of blood. The congestion in his body finally disappeared, and his breathing was no longer as heavy as before.

Having been in a state of mental stress, Xue Yu is now quite exhausted. Now that the injury is just showing signs of improvement, it is best to ensure adequate rest.

Jumping onto the trunk of the big tree, Xueyu planned to have a good sleep.

At night, loud laughter woke Xue Yu up, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He didn't notice anyone coming nearby.

The injury was too severe, causing the perception to be much slower than usual.

Let go of your perception, and use your mental power to surround the group of people who made the noise, checking to see if they are a threat to you.

Under this investigation, Xue Yu looked a little strange. Just twenty or thirty meters away from him, a group of people had set up a tent, and three bosses were grilling meat outside the tent.

However, women's screams and men's lewd laughter could be heard from time to time in the camp.

From time to time, the three people doing the barbecue would make fun of the man inside and say some explicit words, causing the others to laugh.

Xueyu jumped down from the branch. He lost his balance and fell directly to the ground. This sound in the middle of the night successfully attracted the attention of those people.

When Xueyu got up, one of the three big men had already walked over.

Seeing a young man covered in tatters and blood, the big man frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Xueyu ignored it and walked slowly towards the big man.

"Stop! Boy, I'm telling you to stop!" Three soul rings lit up on the big man's body, and he looked at the young man in front of him warily.

Xue Yu did not stop, but tended to speed up.

"Seeking death!" The big man's hands turned into sharp blades and stabbed towards Xue Yu's face.

Stab...

The bloody sword flashed past, and the death sickle penetrated the big man's body, bringing out a bloody flower.

"Hey, Erzi, what's going on?" Not far away, two other big men shouted towards us.

The big man called Erzi shook his body and returned to the other two.

"What's wrong?" The tent door curtain was opened by the man inside. At this time, he was holding up his pants, looking annoyed.

"It's okay, it's just...well..." A sharp blade pierced his throat, and he fell down before he could finish his words.

"Second son, what are you doing?" The man who had just walked out of the tent screamed, confused by his companion's sudden attack.

"Dashan!" Another person hurriedly came up to check on the man who had fallen to the ground, but just as he passed by Erzi, the sharp knife stabbed him again.

Inside the camp, a half-clothed woman huddled in a corner, trembling uncontrollably, clutching her torn clothes with both hands. Fortunately, she managed to maintain her innocence.

At this time, she heard a roar outside the tent, which startled her, and then another bloody sword spattered on the tent.

Fear and uneasiness made her close her eyes tightly, until a moment later, there was no sound outside.

The woman hesitated, wrapped a layer of cloth around her body, and carefully opened the curtain. In her sight, four corpses were lying there miserably, each with a look of horror on their faces.

The woman was not frightened. On the contrary, she felt extremely happy. These guys deserve to die!

Her emotions were out of control when she saw the four corpses. While crying, the woman went up to kick the corpses to vent her anger.

"If you bother me again, I don't mind killing you too..." The cold voice shook the woman's whole body, as if she heard a voice from hell.

Slowly turning her head, the woman saw a tattered gray-haired man eating barbecue, not caring at all that there were four corpses lying next to him.

The woman didn't move from beginning to end. It wasn't until Xue Yu finished eating the barbecue and stood up to leave that she finally couldn't help but speak.

"My benefactor, thank you for your life-saving grace."

Xue Yu's footsteps did not stop, as if he had not heard anything, and he disappeared from the woman's sight after a while.

Xue Yu, who had eaten and drank enough, could feel that his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was estimated that he would be fully recovered in less than two days.

Tang Hao is dead, is it Tang San's turn next?

Xue Yu shook his head. Before that, he had to dig out the secret chess set by Ning Fengzhi one by one. The Qibao Glazed Sect should also pay the price.