Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

Dried snake blood covered the blue and silver grass. Zui Qingqing waved the gray-gold bamboo in his hand, swaying slightly and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he used his long sword to support his body. Judging from the appearance of the bamboo in his hand, , just like a flat sword, with nine slender bamboo joints on the sword body. At first glance, it looks like a sword carved from gray gold, shining crystal clear under the sunlight. light.

Zui Qingqing inserted the sword on the ground, supported half of his body, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and muttered dissatisfied: "I was poisoned by a mandala snake's bloody sword. Fortunately, I am very lucky. ." Swallowed an antidote pill, slowly spit out the black blood in his mouth, and followed the blood trail with a somewhat exhausted step. When the blood trail disappeared, there was a weak but angry snake hiss and bursts of "Kakaka..." sounded. He leaned secretly against the tree, and saw a thin figure entangled with the mandala snake like a ghost. Hidden aside, his eyes shone slightly, and he walked well. , write it down quickly, and the palm technique is also good, so hurry up and remember it! Zui Qingqing stared at the young man with some forgetfulness. It was not until he killed the century-old mandala snake that Zui Wuqing escaped secretly.

Xie didn't know where he had gone. He was alone in the empty cave and felt a little deserted. He was rubbing a piece of granite in boredom, thinking about how he could polish a peerless sword worthy of his status. "Yeah... that's right. ! How could I forget it!?" Zui Qingqing subconsciously took out a piece of gray-gold metal from his brocade bag. The top part of the metal was in an irregular wavy shape. As soon as it appeared, there was a very light trace of it. Killing intent spurted out, and Zui Qingqing couldn't put it down, playing with the iron block. He threw the granite into the sky with one hand. The moment it fell, the iron block fell out of his hand. The irregular sharp edge easily cut through the hard granite, and then it was inserted upside down on the ground. , made a melodious and harsh metallic sound.

"So sharp!?" Zui Qingqing was a little sluggish, and his right hand was slightly numb. He gently pulled out the iron piece and put it into his bag. , weakly let out a childish cry, "This is the nature of the soul beast, killing and bloodthirsty. If you really want to protect it, let go and escape within half an hour!" Xue Mengchen's slightly exhausted voice sounded. , "What?" However, Zui Qingqing still obediently packed up his luggage and carefully placed the last pieces of dried meat on the ground. The soul mark on his right hand flickered slightly, and there was a wisp of sword light on his right hand. He gently cut off the silk in front of his chest, took out the golden sore medicine from the brocade bag, applied it evenly on Xie's wound, and bandaged Xie's wound. His figure flashed and he rushed into the jungle.

Trees passed by like streams of light, and the normally peaceful spirit beasts were as excited as if they had been given blood. Is this... the prelude to the beast tide? Zui Qingqing used his limited knowledge to interpret that the source of the beast tide is the safest, so he should hide first! Zui Qingqing's figure kept jumping and running towards the opposite direction of the beast tide, hey! Suddenly he heard different footsteps, and Zui Qingqing raised the corners of his mouth slightly. It seemed that there was more than one smart person!