I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 237 [Shura Sword]

Inside the killing field of hell, the icy air was suffocating.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even breathing seemed to become difficult.

Tang San stood in the center of the field, staring coldly at the nine people in front of him, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

"Damn it, there are actually three Soul Douluo warriors above the level. Is this a special arrangement by the Slaughter City?" Tang San cursed in his heart and clenched his fists tightly.

At the same time, he was secretly glad in his heart.

He was glad that he met Lu Feng, who not only brought him a soul bone, but also a large amount of fine iron materials.

There is no shortage of weapons in the Land of Slaughter, but without a forging room, Tang San cannot forge a broadsword into a hidden weapon out of thin air.

With Lu Feng's help, he made a new batch of hidden weapons.

Nine people rushed towards Tang San at the same time.

Their eyes were filled with greed and murderous intent. They accepted the order from the King of Slaughter. As long as they could kill "Iron Hammer Shura", they would be qualified to join the City of Slaughter.

"Whoosh!"

Tang San's figure flickered like an illusion.

Tang Sect’s unique martial art—Ghost Shadow Step!

His movements were as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to catch sight of him.

The next moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of light purple, the Purple Demon Pupil opened, and his vision instantly became clear. Steel needles flew out from Tang San's palm, pouring down on the enemy like a rainstorm.

"what--!"

Screams rang out one after another as the steel needles accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

There were only three people who could survive Tang San's hidden weapon.

They were the three Soul Douluo-level warriors.

It was not because they could dodge Tang San's hidden weapon, but because there was a corpse of their former companion in front of them.

"call."

Tang San's soul power vibrated, and he grasped the black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. His eyes darkened, and the next battle would be a life-and-death fight!

In a dark room.

"boom!"

Tang San fell heavily on the bed.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to push the cabinet behind the door.

Just as he walked out of the killing field of hell, hundreds of people surrounded him.

Tang San didn't know how many people he had killed, how many times he had been stabbed, or even how he walked back to the room.

His whole body was filled with black air, his muscles were curling, and blood stained his clothes red. Tang San's breathing was rapid, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

In the darkness, he suddenly touched a bottle on the bed.

"This is……"

Tang San took out a luminous stone from his soul guide, and with the help of the faint light, he opened the bottle stopper.

In an instant, a scent of medicine entered Tang San's nostrils.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "This... must be what Lu Feng prepared for me!"

Tang San was also an expert in refining medicine. Just from the smell he could tell that this was a top-grade healing medicine.

He poured the medicine into his mouth without hesitation, and immediately felt a warm current flowing from his throat into his limbs. The wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the dim space, a sticky smell of blood floated in the air.

Lu Feng stood in front of the King of Slaughter, secretly alert in his heart.

The King of Slaughter was a tall man, wrapped in a scarlet cloak. His face was bloodless, his eyes were red, and he exuded a deep murderous intent and malice.

"They are all a bunch of trash!"

The King of Slaughter roared, his voice filled with anger.

"Three Soul Douluos, more than a hundred people, can't kill a teenager!"

The messengers around were trembling, and they lowered their heads and dared not speak. The Killing City had rules, and one could not attack the residents here at will. Otherwise, the Killing God would punish them, and the killing spirit would enter their bodies, turning them into irrational killing machines.

At this time, the King of Slaughter looked at Lu Feng and slowly said, "Were you from the Spirit Hall before?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and said calmly, "Yes, I have been in the Spirit Hall for a while."

The King of Slaughter laughed and said, "Have you really thought it through? Are you willing to risk the divine punishment of murderous aura entering your body to solve the hidden danger of 'Iron Hammer Shura' for the City of Slaughter?"

Lu Feng took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said firmly: "I am willing to share the worries of the King of Slaughter, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Hahahaha!" The King of Slaughter laughed, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

While Lu Feng was observing him, he was also observing the other person.

But the more I looked at it, the more confused I became, and even a little surprised.

Just now, he had released the Shura Domain. Under this domain, ordinary soul masters would be lucky if they could just stand, let alone remain calm.

Although Lu Feng's cultivation level is not high, he is immune to the erosion of the corrupt aura.

There seemed to be a strange energy on his body, his aura was heavy and strange, and his whole body was flowing as one.

This energy of the King of Killing had been seen in a person before, and that was the current chief priest of the Spirit Hall - Qian Daoliu.

"We in the City of Slaughter need talents like you." The King of Slaughter said with a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"Tell me what reward you want."

Lu Feng turned his head and glanced at the girl beside him.

After this period of in-depth and simple communication, Lu Feng learned the other person's name - Zoe.

Seeing this, the girl immediately lowered her head in shyness.

"I heard that the King of Killing has a sword called Shura Demon Sword. Can I take a look at it?" Lu Feng said in a deep voice.

"Is this the only request?" The King of Slaughter raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Not bad." Lu Feng nodded.

The King of Slaughter's eyes shone, and his soul power surged. The blood in the air surged, accompanied by a low and sharp voice, and suddenly, a strong murderous aura came from all directions.

In an instant, Lu Feng felt a heaviness in his chest, and even breathing became difficult.

The eyes of the messengers nearby immediately became fanatical, their eyes were red, and their eyes were flashing with almost crazy admiration.

At the same time, the murderous aura in the entire city of killing showed signs of boiling over.

"call out!"

A blood-red giant sword more than two meters long penetrated the space and appeared in the hands of the King of Killing.

The sword is long and thick, engraved with dark golden magic patterns, and is filled with an extremely sharp murderous aura.

Seeing this, Lu Feng’s eyes widened immediately.

Of course, he was not intimidated by the aura of the Shura Demon Sword, but by the golden fragment next to it.

"Picked up the golden item [Shura Sword] fragment * 1 (1/10)"

"Hahaha!" The King of Killing laughed heartily, seeming to be very satisfied with Lu Feng's performance.

"bass!"

The King of Killing inserted the Shura Demon Sword into the ground, and the sharp sword penetrated the ground like cutting tofu.

"Pull him up. From today on, you will be the sword-wielding wielder of the City of Slaughter." The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Lu Feng stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the Shura Demon Sword with both hands.

The moment he drew his sword, a cold murderous aura surged into his body.

Lu Feng felt a bone-chilling chill, as if even his soul was about to be frozen. However, the golden light in his body suddenly lit up, suppressing the murderous aura.

In the end, Lu Feng steadily pulled out the Shura Demon Sword and held it in his hand.

"Greetings, the sword-wielding messenger." The messengers around bowed their heads and saluted, their faces full of fanaticism.

The King of Slaughter nodded and waved his hand: "Go away. If there is nothing else, don't disturb me."

(End of this chapter)