Douluo's holy sword

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the battlefield, thoughtful.

"It seems to have his breath, but it dissipated not long ago..."

This does not mean that Ye Yao was here not long ago, because this breath is somewhat specious.

Although similar in nature, there are subtle differences.

Moreover, there is more than one breath...

"What novel tricks have you come up with?" Qian Renxue couldn't help laughing.

"Your Highness." Two probing voices sounded.

Qian Renxue raised her head and saw Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo who were seriously injured.

"Two elders." Qian Renxue said flatly.

"Your Highness, I didn't know you came this time..." Ju Douluo asked straight to the point.

"I'm here to end this war."

"Dare to ask... is this the order of the great priest?"

Qian Renxue glanced at Ju Douluo lightly, just this one glance almost made Ju Douluo stop breathing suddenly.

"No, that's what I mean."

Ju Douluo's pale face turned red, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

He was strangled by the invisible coercion.

Even though Ghost Douluo's heart wavered, seeing this situation, he still had no choice but to take a step forward, trying to help Ju Douluo share the pressure.

Fortunately, Qian Renxue didn't intend to continue to embarrass the two of them, but after giving a slight warning, she withdrew her gaze.

"This is not an example." Qian Renxue said indifferently.

For God, lack of necessary awe, the result is almost doomed.

Ju Douluo panted heavily and had no time to say anything, so he just nodded with some fear.

Before they could continue communicating, a stream of light came through the sky in the distance.

"The flying sword is Chen Xin." Ghost Douluo said hoarsely.

In this world, only Sword Douluo Chen Xin is able to fight like this.

The stream of light flew above the three of them, and then, the snow-white sword landed straight on the ground not far from Qian Renxue's side.

At the same time, a figure landed steadily on the ground.

"As expected, it's you." Sword Douluo sighed after seeing Qian Renxue.

Before Qian Renxue opened her mouth, Ju Douluo had already shouted: "Chen Xin, how dare you be so presumptuous when you see my young master of the Spirit Hall!"

"A chrysanthemum, an old ghost." Sword Douluo glanced sideways at the two titled Douluo whose combat strength was less than ten, and sneered.

"Even if you two were in your heyday, I would still not be afraid, not to mention that you two are almost half useless now!"

"You!" Ju Douluo's face was gloomy.

"That's enough!" Qian Renxue shouted in a low voice, stopping the conflict.

Ju Douluo twitched, but he didn't dare to disobey what Qian Renxue said, and silently lowered his head.

Jian Douluo frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

"Why here? War? Or..." Jian Douluo looked at Qian Renxue with complicated eyes.

"Peace." Qian Renxue said softly.

"Wuhun Empire started the war first, but now it's trying to make peace again?" Sword Douluo sneered and shook his head.

"This is impossible!"

Sword Douluo said decisively.

Up to now, the Wuhun Empire has completely exposed its wolfish ambitions and its terrifying power enough to shake the foundations of the two great empires.

The wheels of war have started, and it can no longer be stopped!

Under normal circumstances, this should be true...

"I can." Qian Renxue's tone was full of determination.

At the same time, six golden wings stretched out behind Qian Renxue, exuding a majestic and sacred brilliance.

This power...

Sword Douluo's heart sank.

Even if he didn't make a move, even if Qian Renxue only revealed a little bit of his breath, even he still felt a shiver.

"Your Highness, could it be that you really..." Ju Douluo, whose complexion was slightly distorted, hurriedly asked because it was not the pressure from the enemy.

"Yes, I have become a god!" Qian Renxue solemnly announced to the representatives of the two armies.

"I am the newly born God of Angels!"

silence!An unprecedented silence spread here.

Shocked, horrified, disbelieving...

This was the immediate reaction of the three of Sword Douluo.

Almost identical.

Soon, however, the reactions between them began to differ.

In Jian Douluo's eyes, the look became more and more complex, full of emotion, embarrassment, determination, and expectation.

However, Ju Douluo and the two were much simpler.

ecstasy!And in that endless joy, there is a trace of unfounded anxiety.

"God bless my Spirit Empire!" Ju Douluo shouted loudly.

"Your Highness, no... Lord God of Angels! Please lower your mighty power, let the rebels in front of you see what a god is, and the hegemony of our Spirit Empire will be established from this!"

Sword Douluo couldn't help but hold the Seven Kills Sword in front of him, and his aura fluctuated faintly.

If Qian Renxue really wants to make a move...

No matter the power gap, no matter what the relationship between the two is.

Based on the current position, he must be the first obstacle in front of Qian Renxue!

however……

"I refuse." Qian Renxue said.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were stunned.

At the same time, they all realized where the anxiety in their hearts came from.

Because, the "Young Master" of their Spirit Empire, the newly appointed God of Angels, her position may not be what they imagined...

"I said, I want peace." Qian Renxue said.

"From now on, both sides will withdraw their troops, and the Spirit Empire will be disbanded. The two empires can no longer be held accountable..."

"Absolutely impossible!" Both Sword Douluo and Ju Douluo said immediately.

"You have no choice!" Qian Renxue snorted coldly.

At this moment, the newly born God of Angels showed her majesty to the mortals in front of her.

Ju Douluo and the two, who were already weak and seriously injured, knelt on the ground without any resistance almost immediately, unable to even raise their heads.

The bones of Jian Douluo's whole body were crackling, and the light of the Seven Killing Sword in his hand kept flickering, obviously he was under great pressure.

However, his back is always straight.

Qian Renxue glanced at Jian Douluo who gritted her teeth and persisted, hesitated for a moment, then unobtrusively reduced the pressure on the old man.

Sword Douluo was struggling, but suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten.

He raised his head and saw Qian Renxue, who seemed to be unaware, and his eyes softened slightly.

"Have you really set foot in God's Domain?" Jian Douluo breathed out, his eyes sharp.

"As you can see." Qian Renxue said softly.

This kind of terrifying oppressive force is invincible and unstoppable. Fighting against it is like cloud and mud, or fireflies to Haoyue.

However, it is not enough. This alone is not enough to prove it!

"I need evidence!" Sword Douluo said aggressively.

Ju Douluo's first reaction to this was that this old thing, Chen Xin, was crazy.

Let the gods prove themselves to be gods.

Who does mud TND think he is!

Why do you have such a big face!

Moreover, regardless of the difference in identity and strength between the two, even if they really want to prove it, how can they prove it?

Is it possible to demonstrate what it means to ascend during the day?

However, to their surprise, Qian Renxue nodded.

"Yes." Qian Renxue was wearing a golden court dress, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

She put her hands on her lower abdomen naturally, like a princess about to attend a banquet.

"Please." She nodded slightly.

"Very good." Sword Douluo slightly narrowed his eyes.

Obviously, Qian Renxue understood what she meant.

He needs a proof, not from Qian Renxue, but from asking for proof on his own initiative.

Use the sword in your hand to prove it!

A clear sword cry sounded loudly.

The Seven Kills Sword flew out from in front of Jian Douluo and fell into his hand.

In an instant, Sword Douluo's momentum changed.

The imposing aura originally contained in majesty burst out in an instant.

The sharpness that wanted to tear the space apart exploded out.

"I'm going to do it." Sword Douluo said solemnly.

Qian Renxue didn't make a sound, didn't make any movements, just looked at Jian Douluo silently.

With a slight frown, Jian Douluo cut off all the messy thoughts in his heart, and then resolutely swung the long sword in his hand.

Almost instantly, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt a chill that almost pierced through their bones.

From under their feet, they rushed to their hearts in an instant, almost making them cry out in shock.

However, this feeling is only fleeting.

Because, this sword has passed.

Unable to see clearly, after Ju Douluo and the two recovered from their trance, all they saw was Jian Douluo whose eyes were dimmed and the Seven Killing Sword had disappeared.

As for Qian Renxue, she still stood there with a calm expression and no wrinkles in her clothes.

Jian Douluo didn't say much, he just said: 'I understand. "

Then, the old man flew towards his own camp on his own.

However, I don't know if it was Ju Douluo's illusion, but he actually felt that Jian Douluo's aura had changed slightly...

seems like...

Soon, Sword Douluo returned to the camp, and immediately saw Ning Fengzhi and the others who were waiting anxiously.

"Uncle Jian!" Ning Fengzhi subconsciously let out a sigh of relief when he saw Jian Douluo's figure, and then strode forward to meet him.

Jian Douluo was expressionless, until Ning Fengzhi approached, he finally couldn't help it, his face turned pale.

"Pfft!" Even though Sword Douluo covered his mouth in time, some blood still leaked from between his fingers.

"Uncle Jian! What are you..." Ning Fengzhi's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously called out the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Unexpectedly, Sword Douluo stopped Ning Fengzhi with a wave of his left hand.

"No problem." After Jian Douluo spat out the blood, a blush quietly appeared on his face.

"The other party takes it seriously..."

"Ah! Yes, I'm afraid she has really become a god!" Recalling what he saw when he swung his sword just now, Sword Douluo nodded almost affirmatively.

"How can you see it?" the master interjected.

"Please forgive the offense, junior, but is it possible that she is only level 99..."

"No, it's level ." Sword Douluo said firmly.

"I have seen the ninety-ninth level Qiandaoliu before. I can be sure that even though Qiandaoliu could survive the sword attack I just made, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do so... …an understatement.”

It's more than an understatement!

That girl was just standing there, doing nothing for you to cut, but his ruthless, life-like sword was completely shattered the moment it touched the opponent's body .

"Also, that terrifying pressure..." Sword Douluo's breath was a little unsteady.

Bone Douluo was the first to notice.

"Wait! Chen Xin, could it be you..."

"After I swung that sword just now under tremendous pressure, my bottleneck was loosened." Sword Douluo didn't hide it either.

bottleneck?

Sword Douluo is now at level ninety-seven, so what does the loosening of his bottleneck mean...

"Level ninety-eight?" Flanders gasped.

"It should be enough to stay in seclusion for a while." Sword Douluo didn't feel much joy in his heart.

Obviously this is what he has always dreamed of, an opportunity to surpass his father and grandfather...

He recalled that just now, when he swung his sword brazenly in the face of the oppressive force that seemed to be above the sky, although his bottleneck was loosened, it would still take a lot of time if he really wanted to break through.

However, Qian Renxue seemed to have discovered his situation.

So, she raised her eyes and glanced at him.

As a result, the bottleneck is almost completely broken.

"I didn't expect that when I was getting old, I would still need a helping hand like this from a junior..." Jian Douluo thought to himself mockingly.

However, this feeling of disappointment did not occupy my heart for too long.

He quickly said: "If there are no other circumstances, just do as she says."

Including the master, although some people looked ugly, they did not appear in the negation.

On their side, the Sword Douluo who was about to be promoted to level ninety-eight had no power to resist.

There should be no doubt that the other party is indeed.

So, in the present moment when there is only one god in Douluo Continent.

Any resistance seems to be meaningless.

If it is said that the other party wants to kill them all, or if they are demanding too much, then they may still hold the mood of dying and dying.

but now……

"That's it." The master also said a little tiredly.

"I believe in that kid and I believe in my students... they will handle everything..."

Ning Fengzhi hesitated to speak, but in the end, he still lowered his head and stopped talking.

Being rational, he certainly understands what the best choice is now.

But on Qian Renxue's side...

"Go back and execute the order." Qian Renxue said to Ju Douluo and the others.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was silent for a while, and then said: "Sorry, Your Highness, without the order of His Highness the Pope, even if it was you who gave the order, we would not be able to obey such an order."

"Now, listen to me!" Qian Renxue frowned, and the pressure shrouded her.

This time, Ju Douluo did not compromise like before.

His face flushed, he raised his head with all his strength, stared at Qian Renxue with all his strength, and opened and closed his mouth slightly.

"Hey...you...you're not..."

Qian Renxue looked at him indifferently, just like a god looking at a ignorant mortal mercilessly.

Finally, Ju Douluo finished what he wanted to say with difficulty.

He says……

"you……"

"Not the only god!"

Almost at the moment when Ju Douluo's voice fell, Qian Renxue suddenly turned her head.

In the distance, the direction of Wuhun City.

A purple-black light suddenly shined.

"That is......"

In the secret room, the woman with the purple-black armor on her body opened her eyes.

Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong!