Douluo's first sword

There is vastness and chaos here!

Thousands of people are fighting with their chaotic feet in the sky above their heads!

What frightened Fang Xuan the most was that here, everyone had ten soul rings released, and the terrifying momentum was enough to make Douluo Continent collapse!

God!

These people actually have level 100 gods!

Fang Xuan was so shocked that he seemed to have witnessed a battle of gods with his own eyes!

The last among this group of people, the soul ring configuration starts with the ten thousand year soul ring, black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, gold!

Most people even have their first soul ring that is more than 100,000 years old... red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, gold!

It's so scary that it's scary!

"what--"

"no, do not want!"

"Hurry... the guy who is running away..."

Waves of fear and screams rang out from the chaos!

I saw a red-haired man in the center of the battlefield holding a demon sword. His whole body was covered in blood and he was going crazy. Every time he swung the sword, he struck a large area. The hundred-level god who had fallen was alone among a group of gods, going crazy and killing!

"Kill God?! Who does that guy have..."

Fang Xuan was horrified to see so many soul rings, including ten soul rings. The hundred-level gods were no match for the red-haired man who was killed alone and fled in disarray!

You know, there are a group of gods!

This scene is so shocking!

"Does the Demon Sword have that person and weapon..."

Fang Xuan noticed that the red-haired man was holding a scarlet demon knife, and the old madman had exactly the same knife!

Fang Xuan, who was full of curiosity, cautiously approached the burning man in the center of the battlefield, casting his eyes towards the red-haired man, trying to see clearly the latter's face that was covered by the chaos energy...

At this moment, the red-haired man suddenly raised his head coldly, staring at Fang Xuan's eyes. Two cold rays of light shot out and shattered his body.

boom! ! !

The next moment, Fang Xuan's mind was roaring, and his eyesight went black. He woke up from that mysterious and chaotic space, gasping for breath, his panting body already wet with cold sweat, and his physical strength seemed to be overdrawn, and he collapsed to the ground.

so horrible!

It’s so scary!

I can easily kill me with just a glance. Does this have the power of a god? !

Fang Xuan's breathing was rapid, and he was so frightened that he obviously hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

"Are you awake yet? You're pretty good and you can actually hold on for so long!"

The old madman sat cross-legged on the ground and stared at Fang Xuan with a smile.

"Old madman? Just now...what on earth was that?!" Fang Xuan was in a daze, obviously still in shock.

"As you said, it was just...a battle with gods, a battle!" the old madman said in a deep voice with deep eyes.

Fang Xuan remained silent.

"You should have seen the red-haired man who killed gods, right? Then there is this demon sword, Master!"

The old madman stroked the red demon sword and said seriously: "This sword is called - the demon sword Hongyu's god-killing sword!"

"Demon Sword·Hongyu!"

Fang Xuan stared at the demon sword for a moment, his expression gradually becoming serious. The origin of this demon sword is really amazing!

"This demonic sword is extremely powerful. Even though I am a titled Douluo, I can't fully utilize this sword. Even if there is such a powerful demonic sword, it is the best among the divine weapons. It exists!"

The old madman sighed as he changed his words: "However, because the demon sword is too powerful, the backlash when used is also huge. Once the demon sword is used, it will be swallowed up by the terrifying murderous aura within it!

You need to know that there are residues from killing the gods. Even a trace of murderous intent will make ordinary people shatter into pieces. Even if I am like me, a titled Douluo who uses this demon sword will bear a huge burden and price! "

"I see……"

Fang Xuan nodded seriously and finally understood why the old madman vomited blood for no reason. It seemed that he had been stabbed by the demon knife, and suffered a certain degree of internal injuries due to the backlash of the terrifying murderous aura.

"Okay, little madman, don't think about this demonic sword for the time being. With your current strength, you can't even swing a single sword and you will be shattered to pieces!"

The old madman smiled faintly and put the demon sword into the space ring with a wave of his hand. Then he took out a dark, long sword slowly and handed it to Fang Xuan: "I'll give this black sword Duanshui to you. As our parting gift!"

"Huh? Isn't this knife cut off?"

Fang Xuan looked very surprised when the black sword Duanshui appeared in front of him, looking intact. The sword in his memory should have been broken by Blood Douluo's sword.

"Well, it took me three days to repair it!" The old madman said with a faint smile.

"It's fixed?!"

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up and he took the black sword with excitement. Duanshui was a little excited, and touched the blade as black as ink. Although the blade was not as good as a divine weapon or a demon sword, it was also a top-notch, famous sword in terms of quality. Even surpassed him, Bai Dao Wuying!

With his current strength, he can no longer dream about the artifact-level demon sword Hongyu, but with this black sword Duanshui, he has the most advantageous weapon at present!

"Haha thank you!"

Fang Xuan was a little excited. He played with the black knife and thanked the old madman.

"Eh, that's not right..."

However, he suddenly realized something was wrong and blinked and asked: "What three days did you just say? Didn't the three days just pass by in an instant?!"

"One day in the sky and one year below the ground. Although you just stayed in that chaotic space for a while, three days have actually passed!" the old madman explained.

Fang Xuan was disappointed!

Can’t you feel the passage of time in the God Realm?

"Little madman, I have to leave because I'm destined to see you again!" The old madman looked at Fang Xuan seriously and let out a long sigh.

"What? You're leaving now!"

Fang Xuan was shocked and said quickly: "Don't be so anxious. I still have many questions to ask you. Who do you have? What's the grudge against Wuhun Palace? Where did you get this demon sword? Don't lie to me. You picked it up! I don’t believe it!”

"Ha ha!"

The old madman said with a faint smile: "Next time, next time...if we can meet again, I will tell you everything I want to know!"

"what?!"

Fang Xuan frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

However, the next moment, the figure of the old madman disappeared in a flash. All that was left was a burst of hearty laughter, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Fang Xuan stared at the old madman just now. He was stunned and silent for a long time. His eyes were filled with firm seriousness, and he nodded: "I will live well and live..."