Douluo: The Demon Swordsman of Tianshui Academy

Meng Qiu smiled without saying anything and just looked at the King of Killing quietly.

The King of Slaughter felt a little frightened when he was looked at by those red eyes.

Seeing that the King of Killing had not responded, Meng Qiu sighed softly.

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate, it seems that I can only try to find another way to get you to cooperate."

After saying that, Frost Without Snow stood in the air, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at the King of Slaughter.

Seeing this, the King of Killing's face also turned gloomy.

Although he didn't know why Meng Qiu was so sure that the Shura Sword was in his hands, his relentless behavior really angered the King of Killing.

He has been the absolute king of the City of Slaughter for so long. Now that he is being pressed step by step like this, doesn't he have any dignity left?
"Sir, don't go too far!" The King of Slaughter suppressed his anger in his low voice.

Meng Qiu sneered: "So what if it's too much?"

"Then let's have a fight!" The King of Killing couldn't bear it anymore.

The inheritors of gods are just inheritors of gods, they are not real gods anyway.

Isn’t this guy whose position he usurped also a descendant of the gods?

He just didn't believe it. Could this kid really beat him?
With a wave of his sleeves, blood-red soul power rushed towards Meng Qiu.

The King of Killing simply let go.

Anyway, because of Meng Qiu's entry into the city, most people in the inner city have fled, so no one will be affected.

As for the damaged buildings and such, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, those fallen ones are living labor, so we just need to rebuild.

"Well done!"

Meng Qiu chuckled, with a fighting spirit in his eyes.

He put two fingers together, and the white robe on his body moved without wind.

The frost and snow without snow shot out like an arrow from a bow.

"boom!"

The blood-colored soul power suddenly exploded, and the air was filled with a hazy blood mist.

Meng Qiu tapped her toes lightly, leaped up like a swallow, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The figure moved, leaving only light blue ice sculptures.

Ice spirit phantom!

The King of Slaughter's pupils shrank and his eyes kept scanning, trying to find the truth about Meng Qiu.

The next moment, he felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a strong sense of crisis rushed into his mind.

He quickly turned around.

A long sword came through the air.

Blood spilled.

A finger-long blood mark appeared on the pale face of the King of Killing.

"What a pity." Meng Qiu sighed with a hint of regret.

If the King of Killing had not had time to react, this sword would have pierced his head directly.

What a pity, I didn’t expect this guy to be so alert.

Feeling the burning sensation on his face and the real threat of death just now, the King of Slaughter became furious.

Being hurt is the most impulsive thing, and this is especially true since the King of Killing is, after all, just a beast.

This time, out of fear of death, the King of Killing no longer dared to hold back.

A blood-red sword appeared in its hand.

Strange black magic patterns were distributed on the sword body, and the sword light emitted a terrifying murderous intent.

The King of Slaughter held the sword in both hands, red light on his body melted into one, he raised the heavy sword, and chopped towards Meng Qiu with the force of raising fire to the sky.

This huge sword is the Shura Sword.

Meng Qiu moved his body to the side to avoid the powerful blow, then raised his hand and struck the huge blade of the Shura Sword with his sword.

"Sword of Shura, that's interesting."

Meng Qiu looked at the bloody sword in front of him with interest.

In terms of momentum, the Shura Sword was indeed the most powerful one he had ever seen. The King of Slaughter used his palm to stabilize the Shura Sword.

In fact, the divinity of the Shura Sword has a great suppressive effect on ordinary people.

But Mengqiu had a divine inheritance and could therefore completely ignore the divinity of the sword.

But if the Asura God comes in person, that’s another story.

But to put it bluntly, the King of Slaughter is just a guy who has usurped the throne. He is not even the original inheritor, Tang Chen, so naturally he cannot unleash the power of the Shura Sword.

The King of Slaughter raised his sword again, and blood-red energy like a landslide and tsunami rushed towards Meng Qiu.

This time Meng Qiu did not dodge, but went straight forward with a sword in hand.

"Zhao Che Wan Chuan!"

The ice-blue sword energy and the blood-red sword energy intersected, causing a huge wave of wind and waves.

Dust was flying all over the sky.

The killing arena beneath the two men shattered with a loud bang, and rocks flew everywhere.

After a long time, the dust settled and the scene gradually became clear.

The original killing arena seemed to have been wiped out by a pair of huge hands and no longer existed.

Instead, there was a huge pit with a diameter of one kilometer.

With his silver hair flying, Meng Qiu held a sword behind his back, standing in the void. He was wearing a spotless white robe, and his eyes were looking quietly at the front not far away.

Unlike Meng Qiu, the King of Slaughter was holding the Shura Sword at this time, and his originally pale face could now be described as a miserable defeat.

His robe was torn in many places, like a beggar's clothes.

He looked at Meng Qiu, puzzled.

He just couldn't understand why a human being who was just a Soul Douluo and not even a Titled Douluo could be so strong?

In fact, Meng Qiu didn't even use the Frozen Crown.

The King of Killing was too weak. If it was the real Tang Chen who took action, Meng Qiu would not be so relaxed even if his body was already riddled with holes.

"This is such a rare treasure, get out of someone else's body!"

Meng Qiu glanced coldly at the King of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter was shocked.

He knows all this?!

At this moment, the King of Killing felt as if he had been completely seen through.

Before he could say anything, he looked again and what caught his eyes were a pair of eerie red eyes.

A strange pattern gradually appeared in those scarlet eyes.

The next moment, the King of Slaughter held his head and cried out, with a sharp sound from his mouth that was not like that of a human.

A huge nine-headed bat emerged from the body of the King of Slaughter.

It was the blood-red nine-headed bat king that had been parasitic in Tang Chen's body and devouring his intelligence!

The king of killing during this period is actually this soul beast.

"Want to escape?" Meng Qiu sneered.

The ice-blue sword was swung lightly, and a flash of sword light broke through the air.

The flying blood-red nine-headed bat's movements became stiff, and after a breath, it turned into an ice sculpture and fell down.

Ice chips flew and shattered.

After doing all this, Meng Qiu slowly came to the King of Killing, oh no, it should be said that he came to Tang Chen.

He didn't say anything, but took the Shura Sword.

As he got the Shura Sword, a terrifying murderous intent surged directly into his body.

Meng Qiu's mind moved, and the Killing God Domain that he had previously obtained began to become inexplicably restless under the murderous intent of the Shura Sword.

While he was examining his spoils, Tang Chen on the other side was also quietly undergoing changes.

"Who am I, what am I..."

(End of this chapter)