The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 500

Dozens of powerful auras were not concealed in the slightest, and they rushed straight into the sky, quickly attracting the attention of Tang Chen and other Title Douluo.

Many titled Douluo of the Heaven Dou coalition flew from the deep mountains to the sky, and with their astonishing eyesight, they immediately saw the group of figures flying from far away.

"my God!"

Someone murmured in a daze, and the color on his face instantly disappeared.

The complexions of Tang Chen and the others also changed suddenly, and the dense figures in the distance were reflected in their pupils.

Immediately, he immediately turned back to Tang San beside him and said, "Little San, go! Hurry up and wake up Zhao Xuan."

"it is good!"

Tang San took a deep look at the figure flying over like locusts in the distance, then quickly turned and left.

The Asura Excalibur appeared suddenly in Tang Chen's hand, a scarlet blood flashed in his eyes, behind him the elders of the Clear Sky School revealed their martial souls, and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer was heavy and heavy.

Immediately following the appearance of Yujun Douluo, Bone Douluo and others, the nine rings of spirit rings slowly floated, looking coldly at the Wuhun Palace's members who were flying towards them.

"kill!"

Following Tang Chen's yell, a dozen figures rushed out without hesitation, and fought with the titled Douluo of the Wuhun Palace.

There are also many familiar figures among the titled Douluo of Wuhun Temple, including Thousand-Eyed Douluo, Ice Chi Douluo and others, but the most powerful ones are not them, but the two. A Level 98 Titled Douluo.

From the outside, they all looked very old, even Tang Chen couldn't recognize their origins for a while, they must be antiques that the Wuhun Temple had hidden for many years.

"Even these people have been invited back, it seems that Wuhundian is really at the end of its rope."

Tang Chen let out a cold snort, the blood-colored veil fluttering on his body, and swung the big sword in his hand at the enemy in front of him without hesitation.

The battle in the distance quickly alarmed the soul masters of Lingyunguan. Countless people were fighting at the top of the city and looked at the battlefield in the distance, their eyes trembled, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

Upon hearing the news, the master hurriedly stood on the top of the city, his pupils shrank as he watched the scene in the distance, he couldn't help but gasped, and murmured: "How many titled Douluo must there be..."

In the distant sky, the sound of beasts roaring and birds crowing is continuous, and one after another martial spirit virtual images are reflected on the sky. There are golden rocs flying with wings, and iron-horned rhinos covered in silver armor. Biting, hot blood filled the ground.

And among the continuous mountains, there are rare and precious plants that reach the sky, competing for fragrance and beauty, slim green bamboos, jet-black strange velvet chrysanthemums, resplendent imperial flowers... Titled Douluo of all kinds of plant-type martial spirits have started their hands , Changing the world in an instant, turning the ordinary mountains into a paradise of exotic flowers and grasses.

……

"call!"

In a deep cave, there was a long breath suddenly.

In the depths of the dark and lightless cave, light cannot touch, but at this moment, there is a bright purple light flashing, and then gradually extinguished.

"Finally broke through level ninety."

The faint purple-golden light in Zhao Xuan's eyes was tactful, as if reflecting a bright thunder pond, in which countless tiny thunder snakes were swimming, with awe-inspiring power.

As he slowly got up, a thin layer of dust fell off his clothes, he didn't seem to notice it, but looked towards the outside world with some confusion.

"What's going on outside?"

Immediately, he seemed to have sensed something, his face suddenly became ugly, and he walked towards the outside world.

As soon as he got out of the cave, a figure came towards him.

"Zhao Xuan, have you left the customs?"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Tang San's anxious face.

"What's wrong over there? Wuhun Palace is here?"

"Well, there are a lot of people here, there are more than 30 Title Douluo!"

Zhao Xuan couldn't help jumping in his heart when he heard the words, and immediately his face turned cold, and he said to Tang San: "Let's go!"

The aftermath of the battle not far away has affected this place, and the surrounding lush trees are trembling, disturbed by countless strong winds and huge waves.

The most conspicuous figure on the battlefield at this moment is undoubtedly Tang Chen. At this moment, he has turned into a blood man, holding the blood-red Shura Excalibur, as if he has really transformed into a bloodthirsty Shura, fighting bloody battles, becoming more and more brave as he fights, There is a tendency to sweep the Quartet.

There were as many as seven or eight figures in front of him, except for the two Title Douluos of level 98, the rest of them were not weak in cultivation, and none of them were the first-time Title Douluos.

But... Except for Tang Chen who was unstoppable, everyone else was a little tired of dealing with it, including Xiao Wu and others. They were specially taken care of as Soul Douluo who fought against Title Douluo.

Zhao Xuan was about to rush to the battlefield, but was stopped by Tang San. Tang San pointed to a forging platform not far away, and said solemnly: "Don't forget your weapon."

After speaking, the Seagod Trident appeared in his hand, and his whole body turned into a blue-golden light, and charged towards the battlefield.

And Zhao Xuan quickly flew towards the forging platform, and just as he landed, his sight was attracted by the exquisite little swords on the forging platform.

Each of the small swords is made of silver-white and bright black metals. They are distinct, but the joints are extremely harmonious, round and natural without any sense of stagnation.

Looking at the countless small swords in front of him, Zhao Xuan's heart moved. He used his soul power to cut small slits on his fingertips, and then swung them on the small swords in front of him.

The purple-gold blood beads exuded a charming luster in the color of the sun, and then infected all the small swords.

The little swords bathed in purple-gold blood began to tremble, as if they were excited and cheered for finding their master.

There was a thin layer of thunder net covering the black and white small sword, Zhao Xuan's mind moved, and countless small swords appeared in front of his eyes, and then slowly condensed into a black spear more than one foot long.

The body of the gun is dark and deep, and the tip of the gun is silver and white. There is no color between black and white, and it is full of a strange dead silence and coldness.

The moment it appeared, continuous dark clouds floated up in the sky for no reason. The rolling black clouds gave people a sense of oppression as black clouds overwhelmed the city, and there seemed to be a beast full of resentment in the depths of the thunderclouds. Roar, there is also a deafening thunder.

And on the smooth gun body, there are two small purple-gold characters looming faintly. Read it carefully, the name is: Killing God!

Zhao Xuan was overjoyed for a moment, holding the God-killing Spear tightly in his hand, as if it had merged with his body, that mysterious feeling was indescribable.

"What a sweet baby!"

Zhao Xuan held the God-killing Spear tightly, and then took a deep breath. The God-killing Spear burst out with endless divine light, which was like the purple-gold color of the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder. Everyone present couldn't move an inch.

Ever since, dozens of pairs of eyes turned to Zhao Xuan.

The moment Zhao Xuan raised his head and smiled, countless people's expressions changed.

(ps: I'm really watery, but I can't control my hands ())

(End of this chapter)