The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 420 Closing
Facing the sun, Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally came out of that damned place.

He looked back, the black mist that was originally moving towards Yanbo City had stopped spreading, and it was shrinking rapidly when Zhao Xuan looked at it.

The black mist receded, and the figures of the titled Douluo in the Wuhun Hall also appeared. When the black mist condensed into a point, the pale-faced Ju Douluo appeared.

At this moment, all the titled Douluo in Wuhundian looked unhappy. This was originally a good kill, but Zhao Xuan found a way to break it abruptly, and they also suffered heavy losses.

The breath of the Moon Pass was sluggish, Snake Lance Douluo was slightly injured, and Thousand-Eyed Douluo was seriously injured. The fighting power of the Wuhun Hall, which was slightly superior, was now slightly inferior to that of the Tiandou Allied Forces.

This really corresponds to the saying that stealing chickens is not enough to lose money.

Seeing their ugly faces, Zhao Xuan laughed. He smiled happily, even though he didn't look very chic now.

Bone Douluo and others quickly approached Zhao Xuan, protected Zhao Xuan, and looked at the Wuhundian group with vigilance.

"Zhao Xuan, are you okay?"

Bone Douluo looked vigilantly at where the Spirit Hall belonged, and asked without turning his head.

Zhao Xuan exhaled a breath of stale air, and the cold air contained in it condensed the moisture in the air into ice slags that rustled down.

"It's all right."

Zhao Xuan shook his head and said, with the support of the body of data, although he has endured several bursts of ice chi sword energy, but at the moment, his soul power is still a little stagnant, and his body is a little stiff.

Although his bodily functions have also suffered some damage, with the assistance of the data body, the impact has been reduced to the minimum, and the impact on his strength is not great.

His appearance at the moment is indeed not very good. There is a layer of hoarfrost all over his body, and his clothes are somewhat torn. They were torn apart by the old woman's ice chi sword energy. It was frozen by the cold again, forming crimson frost to hang on the wound.

The whole body's soul power was shaking, and the frost on Zhao Xuan's body was shattered by him. Dazzling purple-gold blood flowed from the wound, but was quickly sealed by the soul power. His strong heart beat like a water pump, and blood flowed from all over his body The upper and lower blood vessels rush through, like a big river like the Yangtze River.

The cold air that invaded Zhao Xuan's body was forced to a certain point, and then escaped from one of his wounds. The cold air showed its essence, and the moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature also dropped instantly.

Seeing this, the old woman seemed to have a more serious face.

Bone Douluo and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and then Bone Douluo looked at Wuhundian and the others on the opposite side, but his face was much more relaxed.

"Everyone, have you had enough fun? We can continue if we don't have enough fun."

Bone Douluo said indifferently, he was tall and burly and very imposing, but at this moment his tone was full of sarcasm that could be clearly felt,

Everyone in Wuhundian didn't speak, and at this moment, both sides were not feeling very well. Although Wuhundian side lost the strength of Thousand-Eyed Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo were also affected, but Xiaotian Douluo on the side of Tiandou Alliance They are already unable to fight for a long time. In this way, the old woman will be free of hands. If there is a real fight, I am afraid it will be a stalemate.

Both sides had scruples, that's why they didn't make a move, otherwise there would be no time to talk nonsense with the enemy, and they would have stabbed you with a sword while you were sick and killing you.

Thousand-Eyed Douluo was injured, and the old woman holding the Ice Chi sword seemed to be the commander of the Wuhun Palace, and everyone in the Wuhun Palace looked at her.

The old woman's face was indifferent, with a look of unwillingness and fear. This time, the missions were unexpected, and almost none of the originally agreed goals were realized.

She could feel the battle in the distant rear of Yanbo City, and the strong fluctuations of soul power were far away from here, which meant that their plan to seize the city had not been realized, and was blocked in the north of the city.

And more importantly...

The old woman took a deep look at Xiaotian Douluo, is the Haotian School ready to be born?
Although Tang Xiaotian looked a little embarrassed now, his eyes were very calm, turning a blind eye to the old woman's gaze. His appearance did represent a signal.

"Withdraw the troops!"

Finally, the old woman spoke.

Fifteen Jun Douluo and the others beside her, although their faces were very unwilling, they had no choice.

There has been no progress for several months, but they have been losing troops and losing generals. They can already imagine how angry His Majesty the Pope who is far away in Wuhun City will be.

He took out a firework from the soul guide and ignited it and threw it into the sky. It exploded in the sky and formed a huge red ring.

When the ring was lifted into the sky, the old woman rushed towards the southern mountains with Fifteen Ton Douluo and others without hesitation.

……

North of Smokey Waves City.

A massive war is going on, and the originally beautiful landscape outside the city has turned into a battlefield filled with gunpowder. Tens of thousands of soul masters are fighting on the field, and people die every moment.

The gorgeous soul ring kept flickering, like a galaxy full of stars.

When the scarlet ring in the south of the city lifted into the sky, the expressions of many people on the battlefield changed.

"retreat!"

A few loud shouts sounded from the crowd, and immediately the spirit masters of the Wuhun Hall who flocked to Yanbo City like locusts began to retreat in an orderly manner, gradually leaving the battlefield.

On the tower, Grandmaster quietly watched the team of Wuhun Hall retreat, and then said to the people beside him: "Order, withdraw the troops!"

Contra, who was protecting him beside him, nodded, and then shouted violently: "Everyone stop, go back to Fangyanbo City!"

……

A sudden war ended like this. There was no winner in this war, but the sect disciples who were watching saw the passionate and ruthless battlefield.

The two sides retreated, the earth was full of potholes, the originally beautiful mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, the corpses were broken, and the blood trickled, which made people shudder.

The master stood quietly on the tower, looking at the corpses on the ground with a calm expression. There were no less than a thousand corpses lying there, which means that the soul masters killed and injured in this battle were enough to equal all the soul masters of a large sect. disciple.

The master slowly closed his eyes, as if trying to dissipate some emotions. After opening his eyes again, he said to the assistant officer next to him: "In half an hour, send someone out to deal with these corpses."

"Yes."

The suzerains of Fengxing, Huoyan and other sects stood on the city wall. They witnessed the whole process of this war with their own eyes, and they have not recovered until now.

"horrible."

Someone said slowly, with a slight tremor in his voice.

Some of them were afraid, and some were thoughtful.

Seeing the corpses strewn all over the field outside the city, they understood the horror of war. In the face of this torrent, none of them would be able to stay out of it.

(End of this chapter)