Douluo's first sword

Chapter 257 The Day of Judgment [Fourth Update!Thanks to Little Yang Bozai for the [-] reward]

Time flies, and the day of judgment has finally come!

The final execution of Fang Xuan finally started today!

World's attention!

And the place of trial and execution is the Pope's Palace in the center of Wuhun City!

In this month's time, the Pope's Palace has finally been repaired, and it is even more magnificent, magnificent, and resplendent than before, and it can be called the world's most magnificent palace!

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the bright sunlight was sprinkled on this majestic and majestic Pope's Palace. The golden light and the resplendent hall complement each other, blooming a dazzling and gorgeous light!

A thousand knights guarding the palace, wearing golden armor and holding battle spears, guarded the surroundings of the Pope's Palace like gods of war, waiting in full force. Any enemy who dares to trespass into the Pope's Palace will be beheaded by the knights immediately!

These temple guard knights are all elite soul masters, and all of them are soul masters and above. With such a powerful force here, even if the soul masters of the two empires combined, they would not dare to act recklessly!

In addition, there are more than 50 soul saint-level cardinals, six title Douluo, and Pope Bibi Dong sitting at the execution site!

The Hall of Spirits almost dispatched all its strength to guard the surroundings of the Hall of the Pope. Such a mighty army is strong enough to sweep the entire Douluo Continent. Now guarding the trial site, presumably no one dares to act rashly today!

In the past, the arena of the Soul Master Competition has now been transformed into a public execution arena, and the surrounding auditoriums are already crowded with people and the noise is endless.

In order to demonstrate its sacred and inviolable majesty, Wuhundian seems to intend to execute Fang Xuan in public in front of the public!

This is a punishment for Fang Xuan's unforgivable crime of destroying the Pope's Palace!

In front of the Pope's Palace, above the square!

The public trial finally started. Fang Xuan was put on a huge stone platform in the center of the square by two palace knights. It used to be a competition arena, but now it is an execution platform!

"Look, that's Fang Xuan. I heard that he made a big fuss in the Pope's Palace by himself, killing seven or eight cardinals and hundreds of knights guarding the palace, causing a catastrophe!"

"I didn't expect that the champion of the soul master competition would be reduced to a prisoner, it's pitiful!"

"Tsk tsk, who would have imagined the situation in which the peerless genius who was the focus of everyone's attention is now escorting the death row inmates in the execution ground!"

Looking at the bruised and embarrassed figure on the execution platform, everyone sighed and felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

……

"The public trial of Fang Xuan begins now!"

The host of this public trial, a cardinal announced loudly.

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

"death penalty!"

Starting from the cardinal on the left, the platinum bishop on the right, and finally Pope Bibi Dong sitting on the throne, they all said in unison: "Death penalty!"

In fact, there is no need for a trial at all. Even if Fang Xuan didn't poison Xie Yue and others, he destroyed the Pope's Palace and killed hundreds of Wuhun Palace powerhouses. These few major crimes are enough to kill Fang Xuan. Xuan dozens of times!

Therefore, when the public trial started, all members of the Spirit Hall unanimously announced Fang Xuan's death sentence!

No one disagrees!

No one dares to object!

After finishing the process of hypocrisy, Pope Bibi Dong tilted his head, glanced indifferently at Fang Xuan on the execution platform, and said coldly: "Then let the execution begin!"

Hearing the order, on the execution platform, the black-clothed deacon of Wuhun Hall who was in charge of Fang Xuan's execution began to act!

This black-clothed deacon has the cultivation level of a soul king, with five brilliant soul rings around his body. His martial soul is a five-foot-long machete with a sharp and sharp edge.

"kill!"

Aiming at Fang Xuan's head, he raised the machete high, exerted the greatest force, and slashed at Fang Xuan's head frantically, preparing to split him in half.

Feeling the sharp machete approaching quickly, Fang Xuan's pupils were dull, and a trace of sadness could not help showing on his numb face, it seemed that he really wanted to stop here.

"Fang Xuan..."

Hu Liena stood on the side of the Pope's Palace, staring blankly at Fang Xuan who was about to die, with complicated emotions, her delicate pretty face showed a hint of unbearable, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Hahahaha, this little bastard is finally going to die, it's a pity, I want to torture him for two more days!"

Salas sneered again and again, with ferocious eyes flashing in his eyes, and contemptuously glanced at the miserable figure covered in blood on the execution platform with mocking eyes.

"Fang Xuan, it's over, even if the gods come, they won't be able to save you!"

Pope Bibi Dong sat tall on the throne, staring coldly at Fang Xuan in the distance, his eyes were full of coldness.

The surrounding Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and many other titled elders, as well as the cardinal, also had cold faces, facing Fang Xuan who was about to die, showing no emotion.

"Alas! A generation of Tianjiao has just fallen..."

The crowd was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Die, Fang Xuan!"

On the execution platform, the black-clothed deacon let out a smirk, exerted all his strength, the sharp machete tore through the air, and slashed fiercely on Fang Xuan's head...

"Hahahaha... Eh?!"

The deacon in black laughed wildly, feeling the thrill of beheading a genius with his own hands, but he hadn't laughed for a long time, and suddenly paused, he didn't feel the pleasure of slashing people with a knife!

what happened?

With puzzled eyes, the black-clothed deacon raised his eyes and found that his Wuhun machete was breaking every inch!

Together with his body, it twisted and deformed together, and finally exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of blood mist, which shot out in all directions!

"Who?!!"

Pope Bibi Dong shot two bolts of lightning from both eyes, stood up suddenly from the throne, scanned the surroundings coldly with icy eyes, and became highly vigilant.

"What's going on? How did the black-clothed deacon die?!"

Everyone was in shock and didn't know what happened.

The deacon in black died so strangely that many people didn't notice who made a move, and he exploded to death inexplicably!

"Ah! ah! ah—"

Suddenly, screams sounded from the east.

I saw the Knights of the Temple guarding the east of the Pope's Palace suddenly burst into pieces, blood and broken bones scattered all over the ground, and the smell of blood quickly ignited the smell of gunpowder in the square!

"there!"

Pope Bibi Dong and many elders of the Wuhun Hall were full of murderous intent, and they all quickly looked to the east.

At the end of the road, a slender figure gradually approached.

Dressed in white clothes, with white hair, handsome features, fair skin, bright eyes as deep as the starry sky, this is a handsome man who looks like a banished immortal!

The instrument is imposing, extraordinary and refined!

This person is so extraordinary, whether it is his appearance or temperament, he is a dragon and phoenix among people, the best of the best. The moment the white-haired man appeared, he seemed to be the only one in this world, instantly attracting the attention of the audience!

However, in contrast to that arrogance, the white-haired man held a blood-colored long knife in his hand, which seemed to be poured with fresh blood. The wind was blowing, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, like a Shura blade pulled out of hell, and a fierce aura filled the air. In the audience, countless people were frightened!

He didn't use his saber, but every time he took a step, there were a large number of knights guarding the temple, who were torn into pieces by the domineering saber energy, blood flowed horizontally, and their bodies were smashed to pieces!

This terrifying scene shocked the audience!

"Good! Good! Good! It's you, it's really you, I didn't expect you to really dare to come!"

Pope Bibi Dong looked at the white-haired man approaching lightly, with a look of ecstasy on his majestic face, as if seeing a long-awaited prey.

However, the white-haired man didn't even look at Pope Bibi Dong, and directly ignored the latter like an insignificant ant.

Looking at the rear of the Pope's Palace with deep eyes, the most mysterious and powerful worship hall in the Wuhun Palace!

A word that dominates the world suddenly resounds:

"Qian Daoliu, come out and fight!"

(End of this chapter)