Chapter 251 Killing in Prison [First update! Please subscribe and vote monthly]

One steamed bun was obviously not enough to fill Fang Xuan's stomach, which had been hungry for two or three days. Instead, it directly triggered the hell of hunger. The strong appetite crazily stimulated the nerves, causing those clear black pupils to gradually become filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Bring it..."

Fang Xuan turned his gaze and stared coldly at a scarred man not far away.

"Uh...here, here you go."

The man with the scar was stunned, remembering Fang Xuan's fierce performance just now, a look of fear appeared on his face, he walked over timidly, and handed the uneaten steamed bun to Fang Xuan.

The moment the steamed bun was put into Fang Xuan's hand, a fierce look flashed in the scarred man's eyes, and his right hand raised in vain, turned into a ferocious iron claw, and struck Fang Xuan's throat crazily.

However, he was a step too slow, and Fang Xuan swung his fist in advance. The wind of the fist tore through the air and hit the scarred man's face hard, shattering his head with one punch.

"Brothers, come on and fight this guy!"

At the same time, the three remaining criminals in the cell looked ferocious, roared, waved their iron fists, and charged at Fang Xuan crazily.

Although their soul power has been sealed, they were once ruthless people. Each of them had dozens or hundreds of lives on their hands. How could they be willing to be threatened by a cripple with a broken leg?

"Well done, come one and I'll kill one, come two and I'll kill a pair!"

Fang Xuan had a cold expression and sharp eyes. At this moment, his black hair was dancing wildly, as if he had turned into the invincible God of War again who fought against the Pope of Wuhun Hall.

Although his whole body was seriously injured and his soul power was sealed, his body was still stronger than ordinary people. After being tempered by various immortal grasses, his physical strength was now comparable to steel, and he was more than ten times stronger than ordinary people!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were like torches, burning fiercely. He raised his right hand and smashed his fist against the fist of a blond man. The force of the fist washed away the void and forcefully broke his entire right arm. Blood flowed and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"ah……"

The blond man screamed miserably, covering his broken arm and shouting in pain: "My right arm, my right arm!"

"die!"

At the same time, the other two people came and aimed their fists at Fang Xuan's head and hit him hard!

"It's you who will die!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out the soft sword hidden in his belt with his right hand. The cold sword light was like the dawn piercing the darkness, and cut through the two necks like lightning, and the two bloody heads rolled to the ground.

This is the soft steel sword that the old madman made for him many years ago. The sword body is slender and soft, but extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud. He has always hidden it in his belt and carried it with him as a means of protecting his life. Not even the Wuhun Palace discovered the existence of this sword.

I remember that night in Tiandou City, he was just a little soul master. Facing a soul sect-level assassin, he was helpless and almost killed. In the end, this soft sword saved him and helped him unexpectedly. Killed that soul sect!

Now, Fang Xuan is physically disabled, has lost all his soul power, and the situation is far more dangerous than before. And this sharp soft sword has undoubtedly equipped him with a pair of fangs now!

In less than a second, three people were killed in succession. Looking at the bodies lying on the ground, the blond man couldn't help but shudder coldly, showing a look of fear. At this moment, he finally understood that he had provoked This is not a sick tiger, but a real evil star!

"No... don't... I am willing to surrender to you, please don't kill me!"

The blond man with a broken arm looked at Fang Xuan with fear in his eyes, and fell to his knees with a "pop", desperately begging the latter for mercy.

"Die!"

Two gleams of cold light burst out from his eyes. Fang Xuan kicked the wall with his left leg. With the powerful strength, he shot out like a cheetah. The long sword cut through the darkness and forcibly chopped the blond man into pieces. Two cuts, blood splashing!

After solving these five criminals, the prison finally became quiet!

Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to constantly guard against attacks from all around. As soon as his tense nerves relaxed, a sharp and heart-piercing pain immediately surged through his body.

"Hiss~ It hurts!"

Even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but twitch in pain and roll on the ground. The battle just now directly caused the wounds all over his body to burst, blood overflowed, and the injuries became more serious.

Lowering his gaze and looking at the ferocious and serious injuries, Fang Xuan couldn't help but frown. If he could break through the seal, he could repair all the injuries in an instant with the powerful healing power of Jiuxin Haitang.

But now, his martial soul has been sealed and he cannot use Nine Hearts Begonia. Moreover, the wounds on his body have become fester and thickened. If this continues, he will probably die of direct infection!

"Tch, the situation is really terrible!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth, wiped the blood on the soft sword with his sleeve, and hid it in his belt. Then he dragged his broken leg and leaned against the dark wall, took a few big breaths, picked up the straw and piled it up. A piece of steamed bun was served with a bowl of cold water, and he ate quietly.

In this serious injury situation, he especially needs to eat to replenish energy.

After eating three or four steamed buns, a warm current gradually rose up in his cold abdomen and gradually spread to his limbs and bones. His cold and stiff body gradually became warmer, and even his pale face had a hint of warmth. color.

The next moment, determination surged in Fang Xuan's eyes, and he began to treat the wound himself. He first rinsed the wound on his body with cold water, and then used his hand as a knife to tear off the rotten and festering flesh at the wound.

One wound after another, one piece of rotten flesh torn apart after another...

His eyeballs were bloodshot and his veins were bulging. He kept repeating this cruel and painful action, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

If this were an ordinary person, let alone cleaning the rotten flesh from the wound, even just a glance would probably make him faint. However, Fang Xuan's will is so tenacious. In countless life and death killings, , has long developed a steely willpower.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and tore off the rotten flesh piece by piece. After washing it with clean water, he tore off a few pieces of clean cloth from the surrounding corpses and used them as bandages to wrap up the wounds one by one.

This process lasted for a full hour.

When he finally took care of the wounds and connected the broken bones, his spirit reached the critical point. If he gave it a little more time, he might collapse directly.

"Huh~"

Fang Xuan let out a long breath, and finally no longer had to worry about wound infection.

"Papa! Papa -"

At this moment, a crisp round of applause suddenly sounded, making Fang Xuan's nerves that had just relaxed become tense again, and he looked warily at the source of the sound.

"I admire you! I admire you! You are indeed a peerless genius who can defeat all the heroes and win the championship of the Soul Master Competition. What a terrifying willpower. I really appreciate you more and more..."

A noble and dazzling figure came from the end of the darkness. The countless gems hanging on the gorgeous robes shone with moving light, illuminating the entire dark prison in an instant.

The man stood calmly at the door of the prison, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, looking at Fang Xuan in the prison with admiration.

"Haha, it's such an honor to be praised by you!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were calm, staring at the graceful and noble figure, and said calmly: "Welcome, Your Majesty the Pope!"