Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

After washing off all the dirt, Zui Wuqing lay comfortably on the bearskin mattress, letting the soul power in his body wander through his meridians. "Ouch!" A childish tiger roar suddenly sounded, and Zui Qingqing watched the beast running back to him alone. A certain tiger next to him was still begging for snacks very domineeringly. He ignored it, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The light of divine consciousness flickered faintly, and Zui Qingqing stood on the surface of the sea of ​​​​spirits, "Son, what kind of broken swordsmanship are you practicing, and you can still catch your eyes? I have left all my swordsmanship, and I can understand a few moves. It depends on your understanding!" A phantom appeared slowly, a glimmer of light flashed in the icy eyes of the phantom, and he stretched his hand under the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, and a black light quickly flew into his hand.

It was a sword, a rusty ancient sword that seemed to have been eroded by time. It could be crushed easily and was vulnerable to a single blow.

It was just such a sword, but it made Zui Qingqing feel the breath of being infinitely close to death.

When he held the sword, his whole body became sharp, bringing a powerful oppression to Zui Qingqing, not the kind of oppression caused by strong soul power, but the oppression of the sword.

Swinging the iron sword, the scream of the sword came overwhelmingly towards the pressure. The dark green soul seal in Zui Qingqing's hand instantly lit up, and the slender dark jade long sword automatically protected the owner, "Clang." A burst of violent sparks flew up, and the body of the dark jade sword violently set off a sword flower, and retreated back to Zui Qingqing. Beside Qingqing, "Huh..." Zui Wuqing took a deep breath, and brushed his right hand lovingly over the broken blade of the rusty sword. There was a sword-like light in his eyes, and he held his right hand horizontally. The hilt of the sword pushed away the oncoming sword tip. The tip of the rusty sword almost slipped off a strand of his hair. The long sword in Zui Qingqing's hand swept across violently. The shadow seemed to have expected it, and the figure slowly passed by. On the tip of the sword, the two fingers of Zhongshi stood on the tip of the sword, "Thunder." The sword light shone like thunder. Zui Qingqing felt that his lips were extremely dry, his eyes were heavy, and the meridians in his body had been stretched by the high-intensity release of soul power. He couldn't hold it anymore, and his white clothes were extremely bright red. It was because his meridians couldn't bear the blood spilling out of his body.

The thick smoke slowly dissipated, and a faint sword barrier appeared outside the body of the phantom. The rusty sword rotated very quickly on the body surface, and the violent sword intent caused the space to crack. "With this strong sword intent, I My spiritual consciousness should not be able to bear it!" Zui Qingqing fell to the ground weakly, looking at the violently shaking rusty sword with confused eyes, trying hard to imprint the sword moves in his mind, his eyes closed heavily, he, too tired.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xue Mengchen's illusory sword shadow. The black origin of the evil god appeared on his fingertips and injected his consciousness. The shadow dissipated, and the last trace The stream of light poured into Zui Wuqing's consciousness, and a faint light flashed. Xue Mengchen, who was sleeping, opened his eyes. There was a hint of smile in the light gray Wuqing eyes. He raised his right hand with difficulty, and a blood-gold The transparent hexagonal crystal turned into a bloody sun, shining on Zui Wuwu's sea of ​​consciousness. The strong sunlight evaporated his shallow sea of ​​consciousness, leaving only a finger-deep layer left.

Seeing this, Xue Mengchen closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep. The strong sunlight shines on the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the two of them are sleeping. At this time, Zui Qingqing should have a good dream!