Douluo's cute Douluo

The chilling aura instantly condensed to its peak.

Look at Qian Daoliu again, with a look of indifference, even the Seven Killing Sword is almost on his old face.

"Actually, I admire those of you who possess the Seven Killing Sword martial spirit. Your father said the same thing back then, but he is still too weak. I expected him to grow to this level. Who knew he would be so weak?" left."

As soon as these words came out, the hand of his master Sword Douluo trembled uncontrollably, and the soul power in his body also burst out.

As the spirit rings appeared one by one, the whole field was full of murderous intent.

Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi was at the side to persuade him, otherwise his master Jian Douluo would definitely have jumped right in.

Ning Fengzhi and Yan Mengmeng had the most brains on the field.

According to the analysis of these two, generally speaking, the current situation is very unfavorable for Yan Mengmeng.

Not to mention the small number of people, the strength is generally weaker by one level, and the initiative is still held by the Wuhundian.

The only way to break the situation is to abandon Yan Mengmeng.

But Ning Fengzhi wouldn't do that, so what's the difference from Haotianzong back then.

Remember m.xbiqug for a second.

However, this method was exactly what Yan Mengmeng wanted.

Let Ning Fengzhi and them leave first, and then find a chance to run away.

Faced with this Limit Douluo, Yan Mengmeng was really not sure.

So, Yan Mengmeng stepped forward and said, "Old man, I really didn't expect you to do this, but you seem to have made a mistake. Do you think I care about people who have nothing to do with me? Or do you think you can Can you beat me with your strength?"

Speaking of which, Yan Mengmeng burst out with all her aura, forcing everyone on the field to activate their martial souls to resist the pressure of this aura.

Feeling this aura, Qian Daoliu's face changed drastically. He didn't believe that the girl in front of him was a god, but now he couldn't help but believe it. This kind of aura was not so terrifying even his opponent Tang Chen back then.

Of course, Qian Daoliu was not the only one who felt this momentum. Bibi Dong, who was already injured, vomited another mouthful of blood and passed out. The crocodile is better, and it can still be resisted by turning on the martial soul.

As for Yan Mengmeng, she also received the same impact.

This is why Yan Mengmeng only wants to be a titled Douluo even though his strength surpasses everyone else.

Uncontrollable power not only hurts others, but also hurts yourself.

For example, Ning Fengzhi and Dugu Bo now.

Unable to bear this powerful coercion at all, the whole person was directly suppressed and could not move.

Not only did it affect the people around him, it also had a big impact on himself. The consumption of a large amount of soul power, coupled with the poison losing its suppression in the body, began to spread.

Fortunately, the deterrent effect has been achieved, as you can tell by looking at the expressions of everyone in Wuhun Hall.

After a while, Yan Mengmeng put away her pressure.

At this time, Yan Mengmeng's face turned pale, but fortunately she had a black soul power coat, and the people in the Spirit Hall did not notice this change.

Yan Mengmeng, who tried her best not to show any flaws, said slowly, "Uncle Ning, you guys go first, it's a bit hindering me from cleaning up these old things here."

Ning Fengzhi: "Mengmeng, you..."

Like Ning Fengzhi, everyone on Yan Mengmeng's side looked at her in surprise.

Sword Douluo and Dugu Bo definitely don't want to do this. They can't let a teenage girl face this alone.

Yan Mengmeng: "You all felt it too. I couldn't control that moment just now. If I hurt you later, rather than this, Uncle Ning, you should go and get those people to evacuate first!"

After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi weighed it up, yes, it is indeed a bit burdensome for him to be here now.

It's better to disperse the people, so that Yan Mengmeng has no burden.

This is the only way to break the situation.

At the same time, here at Wuhun Palace.

What Yan Mengmeng did was exactly what Qian Daoliu wanted.

He had been looking forward to the battle with God for a long time, and he hadn't been this excited for a long time since Tang Chen.

The coercion just now was what Qian Daoliu wanted.

Afterwards, Ning Fengzhi left with the worried people and told Yan Mengmeng to pick her up outside the city.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's unwilling and worried back, Qian Daoliu smiled.

"Is this the unity of your sect? It's nothing more than that."

Yan Mengmeng: "Haha, this is your Wuhun Palace. Apart from despicable methods, is this all?"

Qian Daoliu: "So what? In the hearts of the civilians you want to protect, you are just a demon, so you are not a god."

Yan Mengmeng: "I never said that I am the god in your mouth."

Speaking of Qian Daoliu, he became a little sentimental, and his old face was full of helplessness: "The real gods don't care about those mortals, Elder Golden Crocodile, let's take the ghosts and let them cultivate first!"

Yan Mengmeng: "I didn't see it, old man, have you seen God?"

Qian Daoliu: "It's useless to tell you this. Don't you want to hurt those people? Let's change places!"

As he said that, Qian Daoliu directly put away the hundred-foot-tall angel Wuhun behind him, lifted himself into the air, and flew into the distance.

Yan Mengmeng was a little puzzled, why did Qian Daoliu suddenly behave like this.

Originally, it was the best opportunity for Yan Mengmeng to run away, but her curiosity made her unconsciously follow.

As Qian Daoliu left here, the two came to the foot of an empty mountain.

At this moment, Yan Mengmeng's poison became more and more serious.

After arriving at the place, Qian Daoliu observed the surroundings, then turned back to look at Yan Mengmeng, and said slightly: "That's it, there is almost no one within a hundred miles."

Yan Mengmeng: "Old man, you actually care about other people's lives?"

Qian Daoliu: "I don't care if I have experienced a lot, and you will be the same in the future."

Yan Mengmeng: "I'm afraid you can't just bring me here, right?"

Qian Daoliu: "Yes, and no, if the old man is not mistaken, you are now at the end of your battle, you must have been poisoned by that woman's original spider poison?"

Yan Mengmeng: "The same can beat you."

Qian Daoliu: "Haha, maybe, I'll find out later."

Speaking of Qian Daoliu activated his martial spirit again, a hundred-foot-tall seraphim appeared from behind him.

The powerful fluctuation of soul power created a gust of wind, and the entire foot of the mountain was surrounded by golden soul power.

Immediately Qian Daoliu rose into the air, stood behind the chest of the angel Wuhun, and looked down at Yan Mengmeng.

The old voice is accompanied by the echo of the valley: "Come and fight..."

Yan Mengmeng laughed. If that's the case, then let's fight. What about the ninety-ninth level Ultimate Douluo?

Thinking about it, Yan Mengmeng clenched the Shadow Bearing Sword in her hand, and looked at Qian Daoliu who was emitting golden light from the top.

The black soul power spreads out for free, and he started with the strongest attack skill - the Hundred-Step Flying Sword.

The soul power emanating from it continued to gather in Yan Mengmeng's sword-holding hand, and the Chengying Sword also floated in her palm.