Douluo's first sword

The night passed quietly, and the sun rose lazily from the eastern sky. The broken golden sunlight gently fell on the earth where the moisture had not dissipated, awakening a new dawn.

It’s sunny after the rain!

A beautiful rainbow appeared in the light gray sky. Fang Xuan, who had just raised his eyes, felt a little dazzled. He raised his white palms to block his eyes, but there was still a stream of colorful light shining through his fingers, shining on the somewhat lazy face. On the handsome face.

"Ha~ Where am I?!"

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

This is a jungle with no tall trees around, and not even a single beast was found. It is not like the spirit beast forest from a long time ago.

After a bloody night of fighting last night, Fang Xuan was exhausted and couldn't remember where he followed the old madman. He only knew that when he stopped, he fell asleep without saying a word.

Because he is so tired!

After a good night's sleep, his physical strength recovered a lot and he was full of energy. Fang Xuan's physical condition improved significantly.

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

Fang Xuan glanced around, but did not find the old madman, and muttered: "Isn't he dead? That guy, I helped him deal with so many enemies of Wuhun Palace yesterday, why can't he give it to me?" Make some compensation!"

Rustle, rustle...

There was a sound of swaying grass blades, and a disheveled old madman 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 madman sitting next to him, Fang Xuan's eyes lit up and he looked a little surprised. The old madman's secretiveness and terrifying strength shocked him.

Who would have thought that that ordinary blacksmith would become a powerful titled Douluo!

"Why can't I give you 1.8 million gold soul coins?!" Fang Xuan touched his chin, just like a small citizen, starting to worry about everything.

"Haha, a prince from the majestic Tiandou Empire is still short of money? Can you be a little promising?" the old madman laughed and cursed.

"Tch, I, the prince, am worthless, and that emperor didn't even give me a copper soul coin..." Fang Xuan said calmly.

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

The old madman stared at Fang Xuan calmly, spread his hands and said: "I don't want money, I don't want life, and besides... I didn't ask you for help!"

This old guy has definitely seen Bright Sword!

Speaking of scoundrels, he can give Comrade Li Yunlong a run for his money!

The corners of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched violently. It seemed that it was basically impossible to pluck the feathers from this iron rooster.

He sighed with regret and tilted his head towards the rock behind him. He inadvertently saw the scarlet demon knife stuck sideways beside the old madman, and his eyes suddenly became intense.

This is a rare artifact in the world. Fang Xuan has already seen its terrifying power. Last night, the old madman used this knife to kill Blood Douluo with just one blow. It was extremely domineering!

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

Fang Xuan crawled and ran to get in front of the old madman. He stared at the blood-red demon knife with some greed. He couldn't help rubbing his palms and couldn't wait to reach out and touch the demon knife...

"Snapped!"

A thick calloused palm came and knocked Fang Xuan's outstretched right hand away.

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan indifferently and said in a deep voice: "Little madman, 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, it's stingy! Oh~" Fang Xuan couldn't help but curled his lips, cursed, and cast a reluctant glance at the demonic sword.

For a swordsman like him, this demon sword is simply the most coveted treasure. It is one level higher than the white sword Wuying he currently uses. It is a weapon only possessed by level 100 gods.

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

"Picked it up on the ground..." the old madman said calmly.

"Eh? Really? Where did you pick it up? I'll try my luck and pick up another one!" Fang Xuan excitedly geared up.

"I won't tell you..."

"grass!"

Fang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't notice that this old guy was a bit mean!

Fang Xuan felt very sorry for not being able to touch the demon sword. He sat cross-legged in front of the old madman without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the demon sword!

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

"Forehead……"

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

"Okay, let me let you have fun today and try the power of the artifact!"

The old madman smiled, and finally reluctantly agreed. He warned seriously: "But I have agreed in advance that if anything happens while you are trying the knife, I will not be responsible for it!"

"Tch, don't fool me. It's just a knife. Could it be possible that it can also eat people?!"

Fang Xuan rolled his eyes and ignored the old madman's threats. Expectation and excitement surged in his heart. He stretched out his right hand and grasped the demon knife...

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

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

boom! ! !

The moment Fang Xuan held the demon sword, countless tyrannical murderous auras surged crazily from the demon sword, as if a hundred thousand sharp knives were piercing him together. His body was torn and his soul was crushed. He couldn't help but suffer. wailed.

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

too strong!

It's really too strong!

Is this god-level power?

As if he had woken up from a nightmare, Fang Xuan was extremely shocked, his face twisted in pain, and the right hand holding the demon knife exploded on the spot. This kind of murderous intent was so terrifying that a mortal body could not bear it.

He was unwilling to give in and gritted his teeth so hard that his skin and flesh were blown apart, leaving only his white and skeletal right hand, which still held the demon knife tightly and refused to let go.

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and persisted. While using the Nine-Hearted Begonia to repair the injury, he sank his consciousness into the demon sword. He struggled to hold on under the murderous intent that destroyed the world and refused to give up...

"Good toughness!"

The old madman noticed this scene and nodded with a smile.

boom! !

I don't know how long it took, until he became slightly accustomed to the terrifying murderous intent in the demon sword, Fang Xuan's mind roared, the world changed in vain, and the world in front of him quickly fell into pieces.

A magnificent picture slowly unfolds...