Douluo: Rescue Qian Renxue at the beginning

Chapter 22 22. Destroying Rakshasa Phantom (Please recommend tickets, please collect!)
Rakshashen phantom suddenly widened his eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

This is a top artifact!And it was her Rakshasa who used it herself, how could he be able to follow it with bare hands!

Rakshasa Xuying couldn't imagine it, but the most unacceptable thing was that this person left five deep fingerprint grooves on her Rakshasa's scythe with his bare hands.

At this time, Rakshasa God Xuying suddenly discovered that the Rakshasa's sickle in her hand could not be retracted.

It felt like being stuck in steel, no matter how hard she pumped, it would be of no avail.

In one day, on the body of the same person, Rakshasa phantom was frightened twice in a row.

Her face was extremely shocked, she stared at Xiao Ting firmly, and at the same time, she still did not forget to use her divine power to pull back the Rakshasa Sickle that Xiao Ting had grabbed.

However, Xiao Ting seemed to have seen through her intentions, he looked into the eyes of Rakshashen phantom with his plain eyes, and then squeezed his five fingers hard in front of her!
"Boom~! Crack~!" There was only a clear and loud noise, and the Rakshasa Sickle, a top-level artifact, was directly scrapped by Xiao Ting and crushed into a piece of useless scrap iron.

The Rakshasa's sickle shattered, and the majestic Rakshasa divine power flew out from the broken mouth.

Rakshasa God represents evil and insidious murderous intent. These overflowing Rakshasa gods fly into the air and turn into dark clouds and black rain.

"Is this the so-called top artifact? It doesn't look too bad, it's no different from scrap iron!"

After destroying Rakshasa's Sickle, Xiao Ting ignored Rakshasa God's shocked and ugly face, and said heart-piercing sarcastic remarks.

After speaking, Xiao Ting frowned at the dark clouds and rain in the sky, which was formed by the supernatural power of Rakshasa.

With just one glance, the swirling dark clouds suddenly hibernate and then dissipate.

"This is impossible. The Rakshasa Sickle is a top-level artifact, even in the God Realm, it is one of the best. How could you destroy it with just one hand!"

Luoshashen Xuying is like a crazy woman at this moment, constantly roaring at Xiao Ting.

"Who are you!" It was only at this moment that Rakshashen Xuying thought of asking Xiao Ting's identity.

In the understanding of Rakshasa God Phantom, a person with such perverted strength has an absolutely extraordinary identity and origin.

"You don't need to know who I am, because a phantom clone that is about to be destroyed doesn't need to know that much!" Xiao Ting smiled lightly, and walked steadily towards the phantom of Rakshasa.

The source of all guilt is this phantom avatar of Rakshasa God.As long as she is destroyed, everything will be over!
Every time Xiao Ting took a step, endless hostility arose from his body.

Under this monstrous hostility, even Rakshasa, who is in charge of the world's evil and murderous aura, couldn't help trembling, and his heart was terrified to the extreme.

"You...what on earth do you want to do?!"

Xiao Ting replied indifferently, "You don't belong to this world, I will send you back to your original world!"

Under the squirming murderous aura, Xiao Ting's figure slowly walked out, and came to the phantom of Rakshasa God.

Facing Xiao Ting who is like a real god, the only thought of Rakshasa God Xuying at this moment is not to escape but to beg for mercy.

"No...! I am a ray of distraction left by God Rakshasa in this world. You can't destroy me, or God Rakshasa will never let you go!" Rakshasa God phantom completely panicked, There is no trace of the majesty that a god should have, only a bitch who does not want to die and begs for mercy.

Facing the threat from a first-level god, Xiao Ting looked indifferent, he calmly spread out his palm, and slowly slashed out with a knife in his hand.

There was nothing fancy about the hand knife, it just calmly cut through the waist of Rakshashen phantom, chopping her into fly ash.

Clean and tidy, without any gorgeousness in the moves.

"No~!"

The voice of Rakshasa God's vengeance and unwillingness sounded, "You ruined me, and she will not let you go with my body. At that time, she will definitely kill the God Realm and come to take your life from thousands of miles away. of……!"

As the smoke dissipated, Rakshasa God's phantom's angry and unwilling voice gradually settled down.

"Rakshasa God! Level [-] God?" Xiao Ting stepped into the air after destroying the phantom of Rakshasa God, suspended in mid-air, his eyes rolled slightly, and murmured to himself: "Since you want to come , then I will wait for you, we will wait and see to see if it is you who kill me, or I, Xiao Ting, butcher!"

"Xiao Ting, are you alright?" The phantom avatar of Rakshasa God had dissipated, and Xiao Ting stared at the empty sky in a daze.At this time, Qian Renxue's voice came from behind him.

Seeing Xiao Ting standing motionless in mid-air, Qian Renxue thought he might be injured.

Therefore, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and summoned the seraph wings to fly to Xiao Ting's side with the tearing pain of her martial soul.

Qian Renxue's eyes were full of concern, and when she got close to Xiao Ting, she fumbled up, down, left, and right worriedly, to see if Xiao Ting had been hurt by the phantom of the Rakshasa God.

The clothes on Xiao Ting's body were extremely clean, without a trace of wrinkle.Seeing this, Qian Renxue patted her proud chest in relief, and let out a long breath of relief.

Fortunately, he was not injured, otherwise she would not know what to do.

However, Qian Renxue couldn't be happier when she thought of the ruthless words Rakshasa God Phantom had let go before she was destroyed.

God Rakshasa, that is a real first-level god!Like her God of Angels, she is one of the main gods in the God Realm. Not only is her strength terrifying, but she also has a large group of second- and third-level subordinates!
Although Xiao Ting is very powerful, but facing so many true gods at the same time, it is inevitable that he will lose.

And the most important point is that he offended Tang San because of her.

Thinking of Tang San, Qian Renxue suddenly thought of Tang Yuehua whose life and death were uncertain.

In an instant, Qian Renxue turned her head suddenly, her beautiful eyes looked into the vacuum, and she saw Tang Yuehua who had inflated into a big balloon.

At this time, Tang Yuehua, because he lost the protection of Rakshasa God's divine power, and because he fell into a coma due to suffocation, immediately fell into infinite danger.

Tang Yuehua's outer skin swelled almost transparent, and it might explode at any time.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue only felt a breath, and didn't dare to take a big breath, for fear that Tang Yuehua would be blown up if she got too angry.

She turned her head and looked at Xiao Ting with tears in her eyes, "Xiao Ting! Tang Yuehua can't die, you can't kill her, stop now."

"Why? Why can't I kill her!" Seeing Qian Renxue with a crying voice, Xiao Ting asked in doubt.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here out of selfishness. Please let her go!"

"Tang Yuehua really can't die, she is Tang San's aunt."

"In short, she just can't die, otherwise it will bring you endless disasters.

I have lost my mother and grandfather, and I don't want to lose you! "Qian Renxue knew that crying was the only way to make Xiao Ting let Tang Yuehua go.

Under the extreme crying, her eyes were red.

Xiao Ting couldn't bear to watch it, and with a touch in Tang Yuehua's direction, the vacuum trapping Tang Yuehua disappeared immediately.

"It's done! I'll hear what you said." Xiao was impatient. The most annoying thing in his life was the sound of girls crying.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue burst into tears and laughed!

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In the Douluo God Realm, in the Raksha Temple, the Raksha God's alluring face is full of hideous colors.

"Damn human, you dare to kill my phantom clone, you wait for me!"

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