Chapter 51 Defeat the God of Death and recruit His Highness!
A middle-aged man in a black robe, with hideous scars all over his face, slowly walked out of the door opposite Xiao Chen.

There was no expression on his face, as if he was already accustomed to this kind of scene.

However, when his eyes swept over Xiao Chen's face, he felt a little strange about Xiao Chen's age.

After all, those who participate in gambling fights are generally soul masters who come from civilian families and have no access to cultivation resources, or those soul masters who are born to like killing.

It seems that he must be another rebellious nobleman. There are countless noblemen like him who have no idea of ​​their own limitations and have died at his hands.

"You now have one minute to summon your own martial spirits, and you can attack only when I announce the start. The rules of the gambling fight are that one party loses the game only when they die or leave the fighting spirit arena. As long as you are on the fighting spirit arena, you must continue to fight."

The God of Death stretched out his right hand slightly and summoned his martial spirit.

It was a slender blood-red sword. When it was swung, the bloody smell made people want to vomit, and it was filled with murderous intent.

Two yellow and one purple, three soul rings coiled around the sword, this is the best soul ring ratio!

His martial soul is a mutated martial soul with excellent quality, which is also the reason why he is invincible in the battle of life and death.

However, Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and imitated the God of Death. He stretched out his right arm and opened his right hand slightly, and the Wuhun Demon Sword instantly appeared in his palm.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the fields were filled with bones. The terrifying murderous aura that burst out in an instant instantly attracted the attention of all the spectators present.

The God of Killing felt that his martial spirit seemed to be out of control and insisted on flying out to pay homage to the young man opposite, or rather, to pay homage to the black sword in his hand.

Shocked in his heart, the God of Death mobilized his soul power and barely suppressed the movement of his martial soul. He looked at Xiao Chen with horror in his eyes.

Two soul rings appeared on the magic knife in Xiao Chen's hand, two thousand-year soul rings!
"This, how is this possible?"

The God of Killing felt the blood in his body run cold. He thought that the little bug he could easily crush to death actually turned into a real dragon and wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

"The soul fighting begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen's figure suddenly turned into countless afterimages.

The demonic sword, carrying boundless blood and murderous intent, cut straight into the vital points on the god's body amid the heavy sword lights.

The God of Killing was enveloped by countless blood-colored sword auras and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an endless hell. He was shocked.

However, because he had looked down on Xiao Chen before, it was a little late for him to react.

On the sword in his hand, the yellow first soul ring of a hundred years suddenly lit up, and a blood-red energy shield instantly appeared in front of him.

"First soul skill, blood shield!"

"Ding ding ding ding ding"

Countless violent sword energies slashed at the blood-colored shield, instantly causing terrifying soul power fluctuations.

These seemingly fake sword moves were actually all real attacks!
The God of Death didn't dare to delay any longer. His second soul ring lit up, and the sword in his hand was suddenly covered by a layer of dark red blood light.

"Second soul skill, blood devouring!"

Blood Devouring is the famous skill of the God of Death. After hitting the opponent, the god can devour the blood in the opponent's body and feed it back to itself, thus restoring its physical strength and soul power.

This is the soul ring he obtained by hunting a hundred-year-old vampire bat, and it is also one of the reasons why he wins every battle in life-and-death duels.

"The first soul skill, Rui!"

The magic knife in Xiao Chen's hand suddenly let out a refreshing dragon roar, and then he and the magic knife turned into a blood-red knife light, the speed was as fast as lightning.

Even with the eyesight of the God of Death, it was impossible to find any trace of Xiao Chen, not to mention using the blood-eating skill to become stronger as the battle went on.

"Kick-kick-kick"

Suddenly, several crisp cracking sounds were heard, and Xiao Chen's figure appeared again. The magic knife in his hand directly slashed on the blood shield of the God of Death, breaking it directly.

After the blood shield was broken, the exploding blood-colored sword energy turned into a large net, tightly surrounding the God of Death.

The sharp blood cut his face, arms, and thighs, leaving behind hideous wounds.

However, this minor flesh wound did not affect the God of Death's fighting spirit, but instead aroused his ferocity.

The God of Death held a long sword and continuously attacked Xiao Chen, while Xiao Chen responded calmly.

The two men fought back and forth, stabbing, chopping and slashing.

"Hmm, quite interesting." Xiao Chen's eyes flashed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect that this so-called God of Death was not just a name, and his self-created swordsmanship was quite strong, and he used it quite well at this moment.

However, to Xiao Chen, the God of Death's swordsmanship seemed too crude.

During these five years, he not only improved his cultivation, but also thoroughly mastered the magic sword martial art.

It is better to become a demon overnight than to practice Taoism for a thousand years. In front of Xiao Chen who has mastered the magic sword technique, it can even be said that all the sword and knife techniques in Douluo Continent are full of loopholes.

But in a world where a mere inferior Xuantian Gong can be regarded as a treasure, what else can you ask for?

Seeing that he was increasingly unable to cope with Xiao Chen's violent sword movements, the God of Killing let out a wild roar, and the purple third soul ring on his sword instantly lit up.

"Third soul skill, blood shadow killing!"

A blood-red light enveloped the God of Killing and the sword in his hand at the same time, turning into a blood-red stream of light that shot straight towards Xiao Chen.

Tang San's face changed in the audience, the Killing God's move was so fast that even if he used Ghost Shadow, he could not avoid it.

In other words, in an instant, he would die under the sword of the God of Death!

"Second soul skill, cut!"

Xiao Chen's second soul skill, nicknamed the Forty-meter Sword, actually has a very simple name.

However, he had never used this second soul skill to its full potential. Or it could be said that this second soul skill was originally integrated with the magic sword technique, but he had never used it in combination.

The bloody murderous aura burned like flames on Xiao Chen's body, and the arena under his feet began to shake slightly.

Blood-colored snake-like streaks of electricity appeared around the blade of the magic knife, and unnatural ripples in the shape of water waves appeared in the surrounding air.

"Such a terrifying killing intent. Even a Soul Sect with a defensive spirit may not be able to resist this power easily."

In the VIP box, His Highness' eyes flickered as he spoke in surprise.

"Well, I give up!"

Suddenly, the figure of the God of Death appeared again, but he was under the ring, and blood was spitting out of his mouth.

He forcibly interrupted his third soul skill and suffered severe backlash.

But he could feel that if he really fought Xiao Chen head-on, he would definitely be the one to die.

The difference between a gambling fight and a fight to the death is that although a gambling fight involves life and death, one can also admit defeat, whereas a fight to the death can only end when one party dies.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to admit defeat, he was already very grateful to be able to save his life.

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he retracted his second soul skill which had not yet been fully released.

Because he has not been released yet, he will not suffer any backlash.

He was not a bloodthirsty person. Since the God of Killing had admitted defeat, he naturally would not object.

The life-and-death duel arena, which should have been filled with killing and blood, actually ended peacefully, which immediately made many spectators present somewhat dissatisfied.

But after all, Xiao Chen and the God of Killing did so voluntarily, and it did not violate the rules of Fighting Spirit, so the audience naturally had no right to interfere.

"Today, we witnessed another myth in the Soto City Fighting Spirit Arena. The young lone swordsman defeated the God of Death and became the new master of the Fighting Spirit Arena!" The host Fei Fei said loudly to the audience.

"I declare that the winner of this match is Gao Qiqiang!"

"Gao Qiqiang, Gao Qiqiang, Gao Qiqiang"

Although they were somewhat dissatisfied, many audiences in the audience also witnessed the terrifying potential of Xiao Chen, and believed that he would become a great soul master in the future.

And if we can recruit him now, it will definitely be a big profit.

Standing in front of a single crystal wall, the prince tightly grasped the silver-white railing, his hands turned white from clenching too tightly.

"Gao Qiqiang, you must be used by this prince. You will be the sharpest knife in my hand in the future!"

(End of this chapter)