Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

The soul master who arrived from Wuhun Palace.

One or two teams started climbing the mountain one after another.

There was no need to hide his intentions in front of the villagers.

With so many people, it’s impossible to hide it.

……

"boom."

Golden Crocodile Douluo punched hard.

Golden brilliance overflowed and directly hit the seventh elder.

Then he withdrew his fist and hit the other person.

The seventh elder of Haotian Sect opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood came out from his mouth, and he lowered his head.

Can't see anything.

Because of the scattered consciousness, he has completely fallen into darkness.

Bodies fell from the air.

He became the first titled Douluo to die in this battle.

But it won't be the last one.

The two Soul Douluos of Golden Crocodile Douluo who were besieging them together with several elders trembled and looked at each other with fear and bitterness.

Wang Mo didn't want to continue.

It's time to end this boring battle.

A bloody mark emerged from the forehead between the eyebrows, and the terrifying blood began to spread. At this time, the demon actually gave people the illusion that it was even more powerful than Golden Crocodile Douluo.

It is indeed an illusion.

The illusion given by the great power of God.

"I have never had a good impression of your Haotian Sect." Wang Mo said.

"But you are okay as a person. Although I still hate you, I will give you an honorable death and will not let you die in substandard means."

"This trick..."

Wang Mo's eyes quietly turned into a terrifying and ferocious color, full of blood.

"Enough to hurt Golden Crocodile Douluo."

"It's the divine power of God, plus my ninth soul skill, Claws of the Blood God."

"You...should feel honored."

The Blood Demon Scythe floated in the air, distorted its shape, and turned into a huge bloody claw, protruding from the void.

It passed directly through the body of the third elder of the Haotian Sect and harvested his life.

The last words left by the third elder were...

"It's impossible to die without regrets. The Haotian Sect has not yet returned to its former glory. But I estimate that even if you don't die this time and survive, you won't be able to see it anymore."

"Indeed." Wang Mo smiled and looked at another battlefield.

As for those Haotian Sect disciples who still have many people who are still moving forward...

He was completely ignored by Wang Mo.

Qiu Sha threw the thunder gun high in the sky, and it instantly turned into a sky full of thunder, covering the entire sky.

The thunderbolts rolled like the end of the world.

Thunder fell and the sky became dark.

The sky was full of thunder, carrying a mighty force, and descended.

One Contra was directly killed, and another was seriously injured and dying. All the elders of the Haotian Sect were also injured to varying degrees again.

In addition, although Qiu Sha has compressed the range of Thunder, there are still many members of the Haotian Sect within the range, and about twenty people died at one time.

"Whoo~"

The second elder's chest rose and fell.

Tang Hao is dead, it doesn't matter.

But the Seventh Elder and the Third Elder were dead, and there were still several Soul Douluo and Soul Saints.

The high-end combat power of the Haotian Sect was directly reduced by half, and nearly 200 members of the Haotian Sect, including the servants of death, died.

Their Haotian Sect was "injured" this time, and it was more serious than it was more than ten years ago.

Because the current Haotian Sect is more powerful than before.

But compared to Wuhun Palace, there is still a huge distance.

The remaining three elders of the Haotian Sect who were still alive looked at each other while fighting.

Without hesitation, he ran in one direction.

Wang Mo smiled.

But the smile seemed sarcastic.

At some point, Bibi Dong appeared in front of the escape route of the elders of the Haotian Sect, with six purple wings as thin as cicada wings behind her, gently fluttering, and flying in mid-air.

"Get out of here."

Knowing that there was no hope of escape, the second elder felt desperate, roared, and raised the Clear Sky Hammer without hesitation.

Other elders also followed suit, using their most powerful soul skills or methods.

Bibi Dong's expression was dull, and he was dismissive of the Haotian Sect elder's all-out attack, which was perhaps the most powerful attack in his life.

After releasing the Soul-eating Spider King, two huge green claws appeared together and cut out a green light blade, flashing with twisted light. Evil power also surrounded the light blade, and terrifying momentum surged. , surpassing everyone, including Golden Crocodile Douluo.

The green light blade flashed slightly, and then appeared in front of the three Haotian Sect elders.

The three of them didn't even have the ability to resist. Their attacks were easily destroyed and their defenses were ineffective.

dead.

"As expected of His Majesty the Pope. His skills are truly unparalleled. In one fell swoop, he managed to take down the soul master that I and the rest of us couldn't deal with despite all our efforts. It's truly amazing, amazing."

Wang Mo smiled flatteringly.

Just compare yourself to the dirt on the ground and compare Bibi Dong to the bright moon in the sky.

Bibi Dong glanced at him and ignored him.

Wang Mo didn't care either. He pointed at the disciples and servants of the Haotian Sect and said, "His Majesty the Pope, how else are they going to deal with them?"

"Wait a minute."

Bibi Dong looked at another hilltop, which was the entrance and exit of the Haotian Sect.

Mu Zige and others have already come up.

Mu Zige led the team to climb the mountain peak, but about 20 people failed to follow.

What came into sight was the iron cable connecting the top of the mountain where the Haotian Sect was headed.

Muzige could see the scene at the top of the main mountain.

The ground there is full of cracks, as if the entire mountain will crack at the next moment.

Moreover, the earth and rocks were scattered, and there were many corpses in similar uniforms, divided into two types of uniforms.

And more people fell to the ground and gathered together.

Most of all the houses have collapsed, and only some exceptionally strong houses have survived.

And these houses all have one thing in common.

That is luxury, or good-looking.

You can tell at a glance that it is an unusual place.

There are also the Pope, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Wang Mo, Master Qiu Sha and the others.

The Pope also sent a message.

"Xiao Ke. Just bring 50 people here. Those Haotian Sect disciples don't have the backbone of the elders, so they don't have the courage to continue fighting."

Mu Zige glanced back and said with a smile: "I'll go over first. You get on the rope and follow, 50 people are enough. Seniors, please remember to watch and don't fall. I'll fly first."

After finally speaking to the senior Titled Douluo, Mu Zige activated the Blue Silver Emperor soul bone skill and flew.

Flying in mid-air out of thin air.

Completely ignoring the iron rope in front of him, he flew directly over.

Arriving at the top of the Haotian Sect's main mountain, Mu Zige fell down, kept his feet on the ground, and said, "Pope, I heard you just said that the elder of the Haotian Sect is dead, right? What about Tang Hao? He should be here, right? There was information a long time ago that, He has left the Killing City, but he was protected by special power that allowed him to hide."

As he spoke, Mu Zige glanced around, finally surrendering to a Wushou corpse in tattered clothes, and then looked at the head not far away, facing the ground with disheveled hair.

"Which one is it?"