Douluo's first sword

In front of the Pope's Palace, a bloody battle broke out

The swords were clanging, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the murderous aura surged in like a tsunami, like a violent wind sweeping across all directions. The temples shattered, the walls collapsed, and the whole earth trembled violently.

At the top of the sky, Luo Xuanchen faced off against Pope Bibi Dong. His soul power was as powerful as the sea, and his killing power was like a tide. The six titled Douluo fought bloody battles in the sky, and colorful soul rings rose into the sky.

On the ground, Fang Xuan fought alone against the heroes of the Martial Soul Palace. The six martial spirits were spinning around him. Every time he swung his fist, a large number of palace knights were destroyed, and the Pope's Palace was stained with blood.

"What was once a bereaved dog has really become a climate now."

Pope Bibi Dong wears a bright crown on his head and a luxurious dragon robe beside him. He is graceful and luxurious, like a noble and invincible queen, standing on the top of the sky, with a terrifying momentum that crushes the nine heavens and ten earth.

Her phoenix eyes were filled with frost, and she stared coldly at the white-haired man in front of her, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "But this is in front of the Pope's Palace, and there is no room for you to be so presumptuous. I have three thousand soul masters in armor, and hundreds of soul masters here." The holy and powerful men, the top ten titled Douluo, will definitely make you come back and never come back."

At this moment, all the powerful men hidden in Wuhun Palace were dispatched. The title-level powerhouses alone were tens of years old. There were countless Soul Douluo, Soul Saints, and Soul Emperors under their banners. Looking around, on the huge square, they were all The crowd is surging, the soul rings are shining, and the total number of people is probably no less than three or four thousand.

Pope Bibi Dong guessed that someone would definitely come to rescue Fang Xuan, so he had already made complete preparations for today's execution. In addition to the troops on the surface, there were also two to three thousand elite soul master troops hiding in the dark. Waiting for opportunity

At this moment, all the secrets of Wuhun Palace were revealed, and they vowed to catch Luo Xuanchen and Fang Xuan in one fell swoop. With so many endless soul master troops, they could be killed by just consuming them.

As expected, Wuhun Palace has a profound foundation, beyond the imagination of the world.

"Kill Fang Xuan at all costs"

“This is His Majesty the Pope’s iron decree.”

"We must strangle the roots of hatred in the cradle and kill them."

Severe roars sounded out one after another, and the Wuhun Palace went crazy. Thousands of palace-protecting knights rushed towards Fang Xuan with red eyes. From a distance, they looked like a tide of beasts, which was very spectacular.

"what"

Fang Xuan's whole body was stained with blood, and he went crazy. He screamed wildly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, turning into a blue lightning, tearing apart a Soul Saint, and then punched out, killing ten guards. The knight's body exploded into pieces, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The Blue Silver Emperor spreads rapidly across the land, forming a field with a diameter of tens of meters. In the Blue Silver Emperor's field, Fang Xuan is a nearly invincible existence. This field will greatly weaken the soul master's soul power, and is very suitable for large-scale Melee

Fang Xuan stepped on the blue silver field, waved his fists, and killed all the strong men in the Spirit Hall. He was unstoppable. In a short time, he killed hundreds of strong soul masters. His supreme fierce power made many people are shocked

However, the number of enemies is too great

More than 3,000 soul masters from Wuhun Palace

Dense, endless

can't kill at all

Under such a fierce siege by thousands of powerful soul masters, even a Super Douluo might bleed, let alone Fang Xuan, who had just been released from prison.

Although he was strong, he could not withstand the siege of so many strong men. His soul and physical strength were all severely exhausted. He was stuck with an army of thousands of people and quickly fell into crisis.

"call out"

A terrifying murderous intention struck, and Fang Xuan's heart froze. He looked intently and found a Spirit Douluo from the Spirit Hall coming to kill him in a menacing manner.

This is a peak soul Douluo with an eighty-eightth level, and his cultivation level is infinite, close to a titled Douluo. His martial soul is a flaming lion, burning blazingly, and the hot heat wave is like lava, making everyone Xuan felt like falling into a furnace and suffering the scorching heat

"Die, little bastard"

The peak Soul Douluo roared, and the flaming lion above his head roared crazily. Murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he raised the crazily burning flame divine fist, cleansing the void, melting, and violently blasting into Fang Xuan's chest.

"What can a mere Contra do to me?"

Fang Xuan's eyes were cold and motionless. Facing the attack of this peak Contra, there was no fear on his face, and he did not choose to dodge. Instead, he waved his fist and hit the latter head-on.

"bang bang"

There were two loud noises, and each of them received a punch in the chest. Their sternums collapsed and they coughed up blood. At the same time, they took seven steps back. They were all seriously injured and no one could take advantage.

This Soul Douluo from the Wuhun Palace is really strong, and the Flame Lion of Wuhun is also the best among the beast souls. He is already worthy of title-level combat power.

In addition, in the fierce battle on the battlefield with thousands of people, Fang Xuan's soul power was extremely consumed. This time, he did not gain half of the benefits.

"huhu"

Fang Xuan gasped for breath, his face was full of fatigue, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and even his breathing became rapid. He felt very tired, but there were still endless enemies around him.

At this moment, he missed his knife extremely.

If he has a knife in his hand, Fang Xuan will have nothing to fear

"Ha ha ha ha"

Above the sky, Luo Xuanchen laughed boldly, facing the ten titled Douluo alone, but the clouds were calm and the wind was calm, and he had no fear.

The demonic sword slashed down from the sky like a red rain, with demonic energy billowing and ghosts crying and wolves howling. It was like a peerless demonic sword splitting the sky in half. With an absolutely tough and domineering attitude, it forcibly chopped Pope Bibi Dongli and broke his body into two pieces. , blood spilled, broken bones flying, the scene was extremely shocking.

This knife actually split the Pope in half, shocking the audience

"The Pope of Wuhun Palace is nothing more than this"

Luo Xuanchen's silver hair was fluttering and his expression was calm. He looked at Bibi Dong who was using his immortal body to reorganize his body in an awkward manner, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"If Luo Xuanchen doesn't kill you today, I swear I won't be a human being."

A shrill scream came out, and Pope Bibi Dong was furious. Although she had an immortal body that could be said to be immortal and could easily unite her fragmented body, being split in half with a knife in front of everyone would undoubtedly greatly damage the Wuhun Palace. the face of the pope

How can she gain a foothold on this continent in the future?

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's heart burned with rage, and she stared coldly at the white-haired Luo Xuanchen in the sky, with murderous intent boiling in her chest. She frantically repaired her broken body, preparing to fight the latter in a life-or-death showdown.

"Hey that is"

At this time, Luo Xuanchen's pupils lit up and he found a black soul guide ring falling from the sky. He grabbed the soul guide ring with his palm and couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise on his face.

This is the soul guidance device that just fell out of Bibi Dong, but it is not Bibi Dong’s, but Fang Xuan’s soul guidance device ring.

Before being imprisoned, all the belongings on Fang Xuan's body were searched, including this soul guide ring that stored many treasures.

Best of all, his knife was now stored inside.

"Little madman, it's your thing"

Luo Xuanchen smiled gracefully, waved his long sleeves, and the soul guide ring, which was as black as ink, streaked through the void like a meteor, flying quickly towards Fang Xuan who was fighting fiercely on the ground.

Above the earth, in front of the Pope's Palace

Facing a peak Contra and hundreds of palace knights, Fang Xuan fell into a hard battle. His whole body was bleeding and bruised, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker, as if he had reached the point where he had run out of fuel.

"Haha, you little bastard, you can't do it anymore"

As a strong man who suppressed one side, this Soul Douluo from the Wuhun Palace naturally clearly noticed Fang Xuan's decline, his eyes widened and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

He took the opportunity to attack, and his full strength exploded. He waved the Flame Divine Fist and blasted at Fang Xuan's head crazily, wanting to kill him in one go: "Stop struggling, go to hell, little bastard."

boom boom boom

The breath of death rushed towards his face. Fang Xuan's face was pale and weak. Looking at the burning fist of fire, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. Now that his soul power was exhausted, it was difficult to resist this punch.

"call out"

At this moment, a sound broke through the air. Before he could react, a dark soul guide ring had fallen into his palm, shining with a deep light.

"This is my ring"

Seeing this soul guide ring that belonged to him, Fang Xuan's dim eyes gradually brightened up. His right hand quickly passed over the ring, and a long knife as black as ink appeared out of thin air.

The moment the black sword Duanshui appeared in front of Fang Xuan, the jet-black blade trembled slightly, as if it was spiritual, and made an exciting sword roar.

It knows that its master will lead it to conquer all directions again.

Fang Xuan shot out two bolts of lightning from his eyes. He held the black knife, his whole body burning with fighting spirit. His blood-stained eyes gradually became sharper, like an unsheathed sharp blade, penetrating the sky and earth, cleaning the void.

It sprouted from many life-and-death battles and grew up in the training in prison.

At this moment, his artistic conception finally came true

Insights from life and death, life and death, reincarnation

This is the intention of the reincarnation sword

Fang Xuan closed his eyes, as if he was one with the world, and his whole body was ignited with blood-red killing sword aura. The long knife wrapped in the concept of reincarnation was suddenly swung out, and the terrifying sword aura swept through the sky, and the entire void was twisted in vain.

"Ah I don't want to die"

"Impossible"

"What kind of power is this? It's so scary."

"Help, please help me."

Countless pitiful screams rang out. Under this sword that contained the concept of reincarnation, the bodies of hundreds of palace-protecting knights in Wuhun Palace exploded on the spot. They were unable to resist. Even the peak Soul Douluo was physically injured. Torn apart, bleeding on the spot, shattered into pieces

The sky darkens, the earth collapses, the void twists, and everything turns upside down, as if the end of the world is coming

Countless powerful men from Wuhun Palace were buried under this sword, with mountains of bones and rivers of blood.

In the end, even the majestic and sacred papal palace collapsed, shattered, and melted in vain

shocked the world