Douluo's first sword

For a swordsman, a sword means life. Losing the sword in battle, and there is such a title-level peak battle, is even equivalent to the end of life!

After the black knife was broken, the old madman lost his handy weapon. The situation became extremely critical and there would be no more opponents for Blood Douluo.

this battle...

"Hahahaha!"

Blood Douluo laughed wildly and cut off the black sword with one sword. A touch of arrogance appeared on his old face. He looked at the old madman coldly and said lightly: "It's a pity. Luo Xuanchen, I admit that your sword skills are indeed unique." There is no one in the world who can beat me. If your sword reaches the quality of a divine weapon, I will never be able to match you!"

At this point, his voice changed and he sneered: "But it's a pity that you can't make a divine weapon! I have a useless martial spirit because my own martial spirit is gone. It seems that you deserve to die if you have any fighting power." Here!”

The old madman is silent!

With a calm expression on his resolute face, he stared at the broken sword in his hand and murmured: "It is indeed an ordinary sword. Even if there are top-notch famous swords, there are weapons and martial souls that cannot match the title level..."

"What's wrong, Luo Xuanchen, are you ready to capture you without mercy? If I capture you alive, I think His Majesty the Pope will be very happy." Blood Douluo said.

"Blood Sword One, you are right, I cannot create a divine weapon, but there is..."

The old madman's gray hair was disheveled, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth raised a dangerous arc: "Who told you that I don't have a divine weapon?!"

"Uh? Are you kidding me? This little trick can't deceive a titled Douluo like me." Blood Douluo was stunned for a moment, then frowned, and there was obviously a lot of doubt in his eyes. Don't believe what the old madman says.

The broken knife fell from his hand and fell on the blood-red ground.

At the same time, a murderous scarlet sword appeared out of thin air, the scarlet blood light tore through the night, and the terrifying murderous intent shot straight into the sky!

There is a blood-red long sword that is about three feet and three inches long. The blade is slender and slender.

At first glance, it looks no different from other knives, but this knife is surrounded by red murderous aura. The murderous aura has completely condensed into its essence and is clearly visible to the naked eye!

The moment this knife appeared, the entire space was suddenly filled with gusts of dark wind, accompanied by endless screams and wails of ghosts, which pierced the eardrums, shook the soul, and swept in all directions like a tsunami.

“What kind of knife is there?!!”

A hundred meters away, Fang Xuandu was trembling all over, his bones were creaking, and even his soul was trembling involuntarily, as if he couldn't bear the terrifying murderous aura and was about to collapse!

evil!

So evil!

Just one glance at that bloody sword will make you unable to control yourself and be eroded by its endless murderous intent!

"Demon Sword! The real Demon Sword!"

Fang Xuan was so shocked that he seemed to have seen a murderous demon knife from hell!

"Sacred weapon? There really is a divine weapon! How could it be possible that you possess a divine weapon?!" Blood Douluo's expression changed drastically when he saw the old madman taking out the murderous demon knife. He really couldn't keep calm anymore.

Because even as a titled Douluo, he felt a touch of fear of death from that knife. It had the aura of a god!

"You are right. I, a mortal, cannot forge the legendary artifact, but there is... I own the artifact!" The old madman smiled proudly.

He held the demon sword firmly with his right hand, but at this moment, his momentum changed in vain and surged wildly, like a peerless killing god in hell resurrecting, with terrifying murderous intent piercing the world and shaking the earth!

"The little lunatic saw clearly that it was a knife...and it was meant to be used like this!"

The old madman laughed loudly and spread his sword intent all over his body. He spread out the red sword field, and the blood-red demon sword aimed at the Blood Douluo and slashed down suddenly!

A knife!

Just one knife!

Cutting off the Blood Sword directly is killing the Blood Douluo through the air!

"Oh!"

A ninety-one-level titled Douluo had no resistance and was killed on the spot. His body turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded...

Shocked!

The scene is extremely shocking!

"Kill a titled Douluo with one sword?!"

Fang Xuan was so shocked that his whole body trembled with excitement.

powerful!

too strong!

Is this a true peak swordsman? !

Fang Xuan looked at the mighty old madman with a face full of longing and yearning. Is this the highest state of using a sword?

The sword energy is the meaning of the sword, the domain of the sword, the three are integrated into one, and it is released through the demon sword, turning it into the ultimate sword, which is enough to kill gods and demons!

"Little madman, don't be in a daze, let's go!"

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan, who was still in a daze, and said: "There is such a big commotion here, so the strong men from Wuhun Palace and Tiandou should be here soon!"

Fang Xuan was stunned. After waking up from the huge shock, he looked at the old madman with surprise: "Hey, hey, hey, you are so strong, why are you running? If you block the gods and kill the gods, if the Buddha blocks the Buddha, it's over! "

"I wish it were as simple as you think, brat."

Hearing such arrogant words, the old madman glared at Fang Xuan angrily.

Suddenly, a stream of blood overflowed from his mouth and stained his clothes red.

"Huh? What happened to the old madman? Are you injured?!"

Fang Xuan was slightly startled and looked worried at the appearance of the old madman who suddenly vomited blood.

Unexpectedly, the old lunatic who had just slashed the Blood Douluo with a powerful sword suddenly vomited blood, his face turned pale, and he suddenly became haggard.

What's going on? !

Were you injured in the battle with Blood Douluo?

Fang Xuan was confused because he didn't know what was wrong with the old madman. It seemed that the blow just now was not as easy as he imagined, and it also placed a heavy burden on the old madman.

"go!"

The old madman didn't say anything. With a wave of his hand, he put away the black knife Duanshui that was broken into two parts, and then he took Fang Xuan away from here in a hurry with the scarlet demon knife.

The heavy rain is pouring and the wind and thunder are roaring!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, frantically washing the blood on the ground. Piles of corpses are flowing out. Endless blood is flowing out. As the rain falls from the sky, it gradually merges into a river. The whole street exudes the pungent smell of blood!

From a distance, this place looks like hell.

In one night, a total of eleven soul sects died in the Wuhun Palace, a soul king or a titled Douluo!

If this incident spreads, it will definitely shock the entire continent, and the initiator of this killing feast will definitely cause the Wuhun Palace to become furious and pursue a crazy killing!

It’s really shocking!

……

Next to a pile of soul sect corpses, Mu Hong was lying on the ground, his pupils completely dilated, and his body had long lost the life temperature and turned into a cold corpse.

At this time, due to the impact of raindrops and the sweeping wind, his fingers suddenly trembled, and then were quietly buried in the thick darkness of night...