Douluo's first sword

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"Oh my God, all the top ten titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace were defeated. Even His Majesty the Pope was sent flying. Who is that white-haired man?"

The whole place was shocked. Countless people looked at Luo Xuanchen suspended in the sky with horrified faces, as if they saw an invincible God of War descending from the sky.

Pope Bibi Dong's tyrannical strength is obvious to all, and he is enough to dominate at the title level, but now, Bibi Dong unites nine major titles to besiege Luo Xuanchen alone, and is actually swept away and defeated in embarrassment. This kind of strength is really terrible.

"Could it be possible that this is a god?"

Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the white-haired man in the sky with awe and enthusiasm. Ordinary titled Douluo definitely did not have such strong combat power. Many people believed that Luo Xuanchen might have broken through to the god level, and also Maybe it's infinitely close to a god, otherwise it wouldn't be so terrifyingly powerful

After Fang Xuan destroyed the Pope's Palace with one strike, Luo Xuanchen defeated Pope Bibi Dong and other titled Douluo with one strike. The people in Wuhun Palace were panicked and were about to fall apart.

嗡

An ancient and vicissitudes of bell rang, and at the far end, the most powerful and mysterious worship hall of the Wuhun Palace, the vicissitudes of the dust-covered door for endless years, finally slowly opened

Under the gaze of countless astonished eyes, a slender figure walked out with a well-proportioned figure. He was dressed in a gray robe, simple and unpretentious, with long light gray hair neatly scattered behind his back. His face was elegant and calm, as calm as the surface of the lake.

This is a man in his thirties, with handsome features and refined temperament. He always has a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He looks confident and free and easy. There is no trace of his strong soul power in his body, but he gives people a feeling of worship. a feeling of.

He just stood there, as if he was the only one in this world

"The big offering and the great offering are out."

Looking at the gray-robed man coming out of the Enshrinement Hall, Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and other titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall had expressions of ecstasy on their faces, and they were all trembling with excitement.

Pope Bibi Dong was slightly startled, frowned, and looked at the gray-robed man with a hint of fear in his eyes. There was no joy or sadness on her face, and she didn't say a word, but was silently repairing her body.

"That's Sendaoliu"

Fang Xuan's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the gray-robed man in front of the worship hall. He could not feel any pressure from the latter, but his body could not help but tremble.

This is not only a huge gap in strength, but also a fundamental gap between gods and mortals.

This man in gray robe is the great priest of Wuhun Palace. He is known as the invincible Bo Saixi in the sea, the invincible Tang Chen in the land, and the invincible sky, the ninety-ninth level extreme Douluo Qiandaoliu.

The moment Qian Daoliu appeared, the entire Wuhun Hall was in a state of excitement, as if they had seen a savior, their eyes were burning and they were ecstatic.

"Is the big offering the big offering of our Wuhun Hall?"

"The legendary invincible existence, I never thought I would be lucky enough to see it today."

"It is said that the great worshiper was invincible more than 20 years ago. I really don't know what level he has reached now. Is it possible that a god will be born in our Wuhun Palace?"

Everyone in the Wuhun Hall was talking a lot. After the decadent momentum was swept away, their morale gradually became stronger, as if they had been reborn.

If Pope Bibi Dong is regarded as the authority symbol of Wuhun Palace, then enshrining Qiandaoliu will be the real pillar of Wuhun Palace and the source of power that supports the century-old prosperity of Wuhun Palace.

"Om~"

With a slight tremor, in Fang Xuan's dantian, the floating seraph suddenly opened its eyes and let out a high-pitched moan, as if it resonated with Qian Daoliu.

"what"

Qian Daoliu was slightly stunned. He felt the aura of the Seraphim who had the same ancestry as him and showed a look of surprise. The Seraphim was the inherited martial spirit of their clan and had the qualifications to become a god. They had been passed down from generation to generation through their bloodline. Yes, it stands to reason that it cannot be obtained by outsiders.

How is this going

Feeling confused in his heart, Qian Daoliu raised his head if he felt something, turned his gaze, and glanced slightly at the black-haired young man standing on the ruins of the Pope's Palace.

boom

At this glance, Fang Xuanru was struck by lightning. His body collapsed and his bones exploded. His whole body seemed to be hit by a wild star. He flew out on the spot and hit a wall three hundred meters away. , the wall was knocked down violently, and the body was buried under the rubble.

"cough cough cough"

Struggling to get up from the ruins, Fang Xuan felt awe-inspiring and frightened. While he was running Jiuxin Begonia to repair his injuries, he looked at the figure in front of the enshrinement hall with fear: "What a terrifying power. Just one glance almost killed me." Kill, this Qiandaoliu has already transcended the mortal world and is infinitely close to the gods."

"You finally gave up"

Above the sky, Luo Xuanchen, with his white hair disheveled, holding a demon sword, looked at the gray-robed man below, with a look of indescribable ecstasy, excitement and fear on his face.

The blood in his whole body was boiling, and the violent soul power washed through his limbs and bones like the Yangtze River. Luo Xuanchen couldn't help but roar. He had been waiting for this battle for too long.

"The descendant of Ba Dao"

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his hands, his face that had experienced many changes was unruffled, and in his eyes appeared the terrible scene of the sun and the moon rotating, and the destruction of the stars. Wisps of terrifying and boundless murderous intent began to leak out, and the whole earth was broken inch by inch.

"I miss you so much. I didn't know you had the strength of your grandfather back then."

With his gray robe fluttering, Qian Daoliu's body gradually rose into the air, his eyes were deep, and his whole body was filled with a kind of white divine light, which was sacred, warm and peaceful, making people feel the urge to worship him.

"Haha, then you have to come and try it yourself."

Luo Xuanchen smiled indifferently, facing the strongest man in the world today, still calm and calm, his eyes gradually became sharper, a blazing flame ignited on the demon knife, and his whole person was burning with fighting spirit.

The Tyrant Sword Clan and the Angel Clan were once the two super families in the Wuhun Palace, and they jointly ran the Wuhun Palace. The two families had hundreds of years of grievances and grudges. They once formed an alliance with each other, became brothers, and also worked for each other. There was a fight for power and blood flowed.

It is unclear who is who and who is who.

Decades ago, the current leader of the Ba Dao clan was defeated by Qian Daoliu. The Ba Dao clan was brutally massacred. They were regarded as traitors and expelled from the Wuhun Palace. Luo Xuanchen was the only member of the Ba Dao clan. survivor

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, this is the eternal truth

After more than twenty years of ups and downs and hard work, Luo Xuanchen finally achieved great success. Today he came to Wuhun Hall with a sword in hand. In addition to saving Fang Xuan, he also wanted to challenge Qian Daoliu and avenge the shame of the past. , avenge family blood feud

"After decades of trials and hardships, I don't know if the domineering sword is dull and rusty, but there is still a trace of the domineering spirit of the past. Come on, let me see your sword."

As Qian Daoliu opened and closed his eyes, a bolt of lightning with fighting intent burst out from his eyes and shot towards Luo Xuanchen on the opposite side, sounding the clarion call for the war.

"Just to my liking"

The corners of Luo Xuanchen's mouth raised slightly, and fighting spirit burned all over his body. He roared wildly, his white hair flying, and transformed into a world-dominating God of War. He flew through the void, brandishing the demon sword Hong Yu, and frantically killed Qian Daoliu.

Rumble

The sky is shattered and the earth is shattered, everything is turned upside down

A level 99 peak battle suddenly broke out

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