Signing to the Goddess from Douluo

Chapter 90: Killer? (Please subscribe to Chapter 85, that is the first order)

"Qiu Bin?"

Seeing the man in black rushing forward, Ye Chen couldn't help but ask, but soon he overthrew his conjecture, because he couldn't feel his spiritual brand in the opponent's mind.

Without any words, the man in black held an orange dagger and pierced it towards Ye Chen's throat.

A simple movement made a sharp piercing sound in the air, leaving a faint yellow mark wherever it passed, and the speed was ridiculously fast.

Ye Chen had just summoned the Demon Abyss dagger, and the short sword came to him. The distance was less than seven or eight centimeters. The chill from the blade's tip made the skin sting like a wind.

"Go away!"

With a loud shout, the five spirit rings on the soles of Ye Chen's feet burst out in an instant. The blood-red fifth spirit ring immediately made Ye Chen's spirit power boil, and then the Demon Abyss dagger in his hand struck a weird one. The arc blocked the throat blow of the short sword.

Without success, the man in black jumped a few meters away, his icy eyes fixed on Ye Chen and said: "Purple, purple, black, black and red, one hundred thousand years of spirit ring, your kid is really amazing, no wonder that person must let me get rid of it. you."

"That person, who is it? Speak out, I can spare you not to die."

"Forgive me for not dying? Just relying on you as a Level 52 Soul King? It's ridiculous." Hearing Ye Chen's words, the man in black couldn't help but laughed: "You are so domineering at a young age, don't you think that a 100,000-year spirit ring is enough Can you compete with me? I'm talking about dreams, let you see the strength of the old man."

As he said, the man in black let out a low roar, and the spirit power in his body suddenly surged, and suddenly, a majestic breath pressed Ye Chen away.

"Contra?"

Ye Chen asked easily.

"If you still have some knowledge, since you know my cultivation level, then you can judge yourself, the old man is also lazy to do it."

The man in black stood there with his hand, standing there proudly, as if the world was invincible.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Ye Chen covered his face and couldn't help laughing. For a moment, the man in black looked confused and immediately said coldly: "What are you laughing at? Do you still want to struggle?"

Hearing that, Ye Chenqiang held back his smile and looked at the black-clothed old man and said, "Did you tell me to commit suicide? Haha, I have heard this sentence several times, but those who say this to me are scared. They are all taller than you."

"Arrogant, I'm 85 Contra, the difference between you and my spirit power is more than 35, don't you just think this is a number?"

The black-clothed old man laughed with anger. He has lived for decades, but he has never seen an extremely arrogant kid like Ye Chen, who dares to say something to him in front of him? Really arrogant.

"Hey, as a killer, you have a lot of words." Ye Chen smiled slightly, then patted his forehead and said: "Oh, no, the killer should not be as wordy as you, then who is your true identity? ?"

"I don't think I talk too much, you are looking for death."

"Looking for death? Didn't you come to kill me, don't I dislike you, you will let me leave like this?"

"you!"

Being a little anxious by Ye Chen's words, the black-robed old man's EQ was obviously low, and his words were unsatisfactory. At this moment, his thin body began to tremble, and the orange-yellow dagger in his hand was also faintly shining with ocher light.

With a smile on Ye Chen’s mouth, he continued to guess: "Let me think about it, since you are not a killer, maybe you are not the elder sent by the Wuhun Temple. I want to kill me, a player who performed well in the competition. So that Wuhundian Academy can win the championship?"

"You are smart, guessed right..."

The old man in black just wanted to compliment one or two, and the old face under the black cloth wanted to smile.

But before he could finish his words, Ye Chen suddenly shook his head one after another: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, the Spirit Hall is not so demented, so who would be so demented? You, or yours. Master Xue Ye the Great!"

"Nonsense, how can you slander Emperor Xueye, don't forget your identity, you are the shadow of His Royal Highness Qinghe."

The black-clothed old man's words were very serious, and seemed to be very respectful to the Tiandou imperial family.

In response, Ye Chen couldn't help but lifted his mouth, and then stared at the old man and said: "I see, your master is Prince Xue Xing."

"Of course not, you don't have to guess, you can't guess, even if you guess the sect empire on the entire continent, it is impossible to know my identity."

"Really? Prince Xue Xing's dog leg."

"Are you deaf? If I say no, then no, who is Prince Xue Xing? He is also qualified to order me?"

"Oh, Prince Xue Xing's thug."

Ye Chen's words kept stimulating the black-clothed old man, so much so that he violently pointed his sword at him, and said angrily: "Go to death, change your mouth in the next life, it won't be so annoying."

Having said that, the black-clothed old man stopped short-winding, directly exploded with the super strength of Contra, and slashed over with a sword.

Seeing this, Ye Chen dodged a sword, and then smiled mysteriously: "I can't change this mouth. How many girls like people who are too late, how can anyone think it is annoying, it will only break it ‘powerful’."

"A clever tongue is like a spring, even if you say that today, you can't escape death."

The black-clothed old man glared at Ye Chen. In his life he hated others discussing the opposite **** in front of him, especially when he was old, he disliked it even more.

The spirit power on the body surface surged wildly, and the surrounding desks were tossed into the air, and instantly shattered into a lot of sawdust. Then, the black-clothed old man shouted: "Eighth Spirit Ability: Sword Formation!"

As he said, the orange and yellow daggers in his hand suddenly became like phantoms, and more than a dozen identical daggers appeared in the air around the room in an instant, enveloping Ye Chen directly.

After the sword formation was first completed, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel an unspeakable crisis quickly surfaced in his mind, as if he would die after this blow.

But while facing a crisis, Ye Chen felt that this was a good learning opportunity because he himself also used a sword.

Sword Douluo's spirit ability is biased towards strength bonus and sword aura comprehension, both of which Ye Chen doesn't possess, but the eighth spirit ability issued by the old man seems to be more biased towards the skill-type sword spirit ability.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen couldn't help but become enthusiastic, and then flicked with his fingers, and the Demon Abyss dagger surrounding him suddenly flew out, and then kept changing and copying in the air.

In a short moment, there were more than 20 Demon Abyss daggers suspended in the air, and they were evenly distributed in various positions in the room according to the arrangement of the black old man's daggers.

Upon seeing this, the black-clothed old man couldn't help but laughed and said, "It's nothing more than painting a cat. Do you think the old man's eighth spirit ability is as simple as that? You can be like me just by worshiping? It's really naive."

"thanks for reminding."

Ye Chen was not angry and rejoiced. The other party's mind was indeed pertinent. If it was just a simple gesture, of course it could not be called a spirit ability.

The corner of his mouth raised a smile, and as Ye Chen closed his eyes, a powerful and unparalleled domineering sword spirit was centered on it, instantly densely covering every corner of the air.

When he opened his eyes again ~www.wuxiahere.com~ between the orange and yellow daggers distributed according to a certain law, a series of thin and invisible, intricate faint lines of sword air suddenly appeared.

On each dagger, there are several sword qi connections evenly distributed, so that there is an indescribable connection between the daggers, which Ye Chen wondered.

However, when Ye Chen was studying, the black-clothed old man's brows suddenly frowned, and he couldn't help but secretly startled: "What a terrifying sword qi, the old man has been studying kendo for more than sixty years, and he has the power of sword qi. Isn't it one-tenth of a hairy boy? It's incredible, unbelievable."

He believes that his kendo is unmatched except for the titled Douluo, but today, Ye Chen let him know a word, what is meant by a human being, there are people and heaven and heaven!

For a moment, the black-clothed old man looked at Ye Chen's muddy eyes with a hint of appreciation, but he was more cautious and vigilant.

The daggers in his hand moved slightly, and the orange and yellow sword arrays scattered outside immediately trembled violently, and each dagger quickly emitted a dazzling light, and the water molecules in the hot steaming air began to emit white smoke.

(End of this chapter)