Douluo's first sword

"Qian Daoliu, come out and fight."

The moment those domineering words resounded through the sky, the entire papal palace trembled. The white-haired man seemed to have an unsheathed sharp blade, and the terrifying boundless sword energy swept across the world.

Feeling the familiar energy, Fang Xuan was slightly startled. His blood-stained black hair was messed up by the strong wind, revealing a pair of dull and chaotic eyes, looking forward.

"That is"

Looking at the white-haired man in white clothes, Fang Xuan was in a daze, with doubts in his eyes, and he murmured: "Old madman"

This white-haired man is very young, he looks to be in his twenties, and he is clean and neatly dressed. He is completely different from the old lunatic who is in his final years.

Based on his appearance alone, even Fang Xuan wouldn't dare to conclude that this person was an old madman, but he recognized the blood-red long sword in the latter's hand at a glance. It was the Demon Sword Hongyu.

Two years later, the old madman didn't know what happened. He seemed to be reborn. He returned to his golden years when he was young and powerful. His physical strength and strength were all restored to their peak. He was like an unsheathed heavenly sword, extremely domineering and powerful.

"Luo Xuanchen"

With a sharp shout, Pope Bibi Dong's pretty face was cold, his whole body was surging with soul power, his dragon robe was fluttering, and he locked the old madman coldly: "There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell. You broke in. You came at the right time. Today, I am here to sit down." I will destroy you group of traitors together."

Facing the most powerful Pope of Wuhun Palace in the continent today, the old lunatic Luo Xuanchen, who is more than 20 years younger, just smiled indifferently: "Bibi Dong, you want to kill me, but you are not worthy of letting Qiandao flow out..." war"

"Haha, it's so ridiculous. Who do you think you are? You're just a lost dog. There's no need for a big sacrifice to deal with you."

One after another, sneers rang out, and two titled elders from the Spirit Hall suddenly burst into flames. Their soul power surged out like a sea, tearing through the void like two black lightning bolts, and charged towards Luo Xuanchen with great momentum.

"Death traitor"

The two titled Douluo had cold eyes and cruel smiles on their lips. Nine soul rings appeared on their bodies, one spear and one halberd. The two top weapon souls, with murderous intent, penetrated the void and locked onto Luo Xuanchen's body respectively. The head and heart were stabbed hard.

Luo Xuanchen's white hair was disheveled and he stood still, holding a three-foot demon sword in his hand. He released a domineering and sharp sword energy all over his body. With a move of his right hand, the demon sword tore through the void and slashed at the two great titles of Wuhun Palace.

"boom"

In an instant, evil winds were blowing everywhere, ghosts and gods were howling, and it seemed as if a hundred thousand demon soldiers were roaring and roaring, with murderous intent rising into the sky.

"What an evil aura, what kind of power is this?"

The two titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace were shocked, feeling a terrifying and boundless power, as if they were facing a cultivator in hell, and were filled with fear.

This demon sword was like an unparalleled demonic weapon. With its devastating momentum, it forcibly cut off the spirits of the two titled Douluo, shattered their bodies, tore their souls, and killed both Douluo in the Spirit Hall with one sword.

Blood spilled on the papal palace

"If you die, the titled Douluo will die like this."

Everyone took a breath and was shocked.

That was a titled Douluo, the pinnacle of power in the world. In normal times, even injuries were extremely rare, not to mention that no titled strong person had died in the continent for more than twenty years.

But now, not only the death of titled Douluo occurred, but also two people died directly.

This suddenly shocked the whole audience.

"Who is that white-haired man?"

Many people were surprised and looked at Luo Xuanchen with awe.

The whole Wuhun Hall was dead silent

Two title-level elders were lost at once, and everyone looked ugly.

"I didn't expect you to really become the climate"

Pope Bibi Dong's pretty face was livid, and he suddenly exerted force on his right hand, crushing the golden scepter in his hand to pieces. From this aspect, it can be seen how angry His Majesty the Pope was at this moment.

Titled Douluo is the most precious power of Wuhun Palace. It can be called a foundation-like existence. Even if one of them is lost, the vitality of Wuhun Palace will be greatly damaged. Now that two major titles have died at once, even Bibi Dong cannot remain calm. .

"Well, I will personally come and kill you today."

Finally, Pope Bibi Dong's eyes glowed with cold light, and he personally took action, resisting the void with murderous aura, and like a black magic star, he rushed towards Luo Xuanchen crazily.

"call out"

Luo Xuanchen smiled gracefully, his temperament was refined, like a banished immortal descending from the mortal world. He flashed and avoided the attacks of Bibi Dong and others. He stepped on the void, crossed hundreds of meters in one step, and teleported to the execution platform in the center of the square. .

His deep gaze was quietly cast on Fang Xuan, and an appreciative smile appeared on Luo Xuanchen's face: "Little madman, you really made a big fuss, you even destroyed the Pope's Palace, hahahaha "

"Okay."

Fang Xuan grinned, and when he saw the old madman coming, he was filled with emotion, but he was even more filled with joy.

Who would have thought that the old blacksmith back then would be reborn and kill two titled Douluo with one blow. It seems that the old madman also has his own adventures, and his strength is getting better and more unfathomable.

Fang Xuan couldn't see through the old madman's current true cultivation level, but the energy that the latter inadvertently released was even stronger than Pope Bibi Dong.

Looking at the terrifying and ferocious scars on Fang Xuan's body, Luo Xuanchen's eyes were deep and he said: "Your life has been too smooth sailing. It's a good thing to suffer a little in the Wuhun Palace Prison. I don't know how many times it takes a sword to be polished." Great weapon

It’s time for you to unsheath yourself.”

After he finished speaking, he smiled casually, aimed his left hand at Fang Xuan's head, and struck it down with a palm.

Soul power as surging as the sea was poured into Fang Xuan's body, breaking the nine shackles on his body, nourishing his tired limbs, and breaking through the seals of his six martial spirits.

This seal was set by Pope Bibi Dong himself. The purpose was to seal Fang Xuan's martial soul and soul power. Unless the Ninety-nine Extreme Douluo took action, it would never be possible to break this seal. Now Luo Xuanchen broke it with one palm Bibi Dong's seal also marks that his current strength is above level ninety-nine.

With one palm, he shattered the shackles imprisoning the six martial spirits. Fang Xuan's eyes suddenly shot two lightning bolts, and he was finally fully resurrected.

"what"

Fang Xuan roared loudly, feeling extremely happy in his heart, like a lion escaping from a cage, with a momentum like a rainbow, the majestic soul power burning like a flame in his Dantian, and the holy light of Jiuxin Begonia filled the body surface.

The body that had become covered with bruises and fragments under the torture of Salas recovered in an instant. The broken limbs were reassembled, the wounds healed, the poison was dispelled, the blood in the whole body was surging, the spirit was burning, and it returned to its peak state again. .

"Roar"

With a roar of thunder, the entire execution platform collapsed on the spot. Fang Xuan's black hair was disheveled and his eyes were menacing. Under his feet, black, black, black, black, black, red, six soul rings sparkled.

Around it, the Blue Silver Emperor crazily spreads, the Ice Phoenix screams loudly, the Clear Sky Hammer rotates quietly, the Seraphim spreads its wings and soars, the Nine-Hearted Begonia curls around, and the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus roars ferociously.

Surrounded by the true forms of the six martial spirits, a terrifying aura that could rival a titled Douluo filled the air.

After being fully resurrected, Fang Xuan immediately looked towards the Pope's Palace, his cold eyes locked on the arrogant man at the VIP table, murderous intent rising into the sky.

“Salas”

A murderous word rang out, and Platinum Bishop Salas shuddered coldly, as if he was in hell. He was extremely frightened, and his body shook violently without obeying his orders.