The return of the king of Douluo Continent

"Trash, you are defeated after all!"

Tang Tianming stepped on the void and looked down at Tang San with a joking expression on his face, but his words were devoid of emotion.

Tang San's robe was messy and stained with some blood. He didn't pay attention to the injuries on his body, but raised the palm of his right hand. He saw a cold air lingering between his palms, as if he was still there. Slowly piercing his bone marrow.

"These cold qi are the symptoms hidden in Xue'er's body... But why is there no memory of this cold disease in my sea of ​​consciousness?"

Tang San looked at his palms, a little unbelievable. In his previous life, he was a top alchemist in the mainland, and could solve all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. But what was strange was that he had never heard of this cold air.

Tang Tianming stood in mid-air for a long time before he realized that Tang San didn't even look at him. It seemed that he didn't take him seriously at all. How could Tang Tianming endure this?

"You loser, you still dare to despise me. Today I will cut off your head and hang it on the gate of Tianyun County to let everyone know that if you dare to challenge me, Tang Tianming, there will be consequences What a tragic end!”

After Tang Tianming finished speaking, all the weak people below were trembling. Tang Tianming was clearly warning them all through Tang San that whether they challenged Lingxiao Daomen or Tang Tianming, they would end up with the same fate. One - that is death!

After finishing speaking, Tang Chuanming reached out with his palm, and a crack was drawn in the void. An extremely powerful wave of spiritual power suddenly enveloped the sky above the Tang Mansion, and then a long sword glowing with purple light and crisscrossing lines stood in the sky. He stretched out his hand and held the purple sword in his hand.

Boom boom boom!

Tang Tianming's aura suddenly increased sharply as he held the purple light sword. Everyone below him turned pale with fright. This time, even Wu Lingxiao and the others frowned. They all jumped from the sword. I felt an extremely dangerous aura.

"That sword is at least a middle-grade heaven-level spiritual weapon!" Everyone exclaimed.

"With this sword in hand, even a warrior at the peak of Huitong realm may not be Tang Quanming's opponent!"

The eyes of Wu Lingxiao and others suddenly became serious. Tang San was obviously no longer Tang Tianming's opponent, but at this time he still chose to sacrifice the heaven-level spiritual weapon, and his intention was quite obvious.

"Demon Sword!"

Tang San looked at the long sword glowing with purple light, and the last time he caused trouble in the Tang Mansion came to his mind again.

At that time, Tang Tianming tried to kill him with this sword. If the Demon-Swallowing Dragon hadn't secretly protected him in the end, his head would have been hung on the gate of Tianyun County!

Tang San took a breath and secretly said in his heart: "Here comes the fire!"

The ice on the palm of his right hand melted immediately, and he gradually regained consciousness.

However, the inner fire of spiritual consciousness never appeared, but entered Tang San's sea of ​​consciousness again.

"There are many people here, so we can't expose too many of our cards."

Tang San frowned and glanced around the crowd. He found that there was an old man wearing the alchemist guild clothes among the crowd. After being secretly surprised, he withdrew his gaze and looked directly at the demon sword and Tang Tianming who was holding the sword.

"If you don't come here, I won't follow you too much

It's hard for a loser to survive, but when you come today, you must be prepared to die. With the Demon Sword in my hand, I have killed two warriors who have entered the True Yuan Realm and five warriors who have reached the peak of the Huitong Realm. It is also a great honor for you to die under this sword! "

Tang Tianming let go of the palm holding the sword, bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed out a mouthful of blood on the blade of the Demon Sword. Immediately, a burst of blood energy burst out, and the Demon Sword spun in the air at high speed, which was indistinguishable to everyone watching. Pure and clear.

"Demon Sword, kill!"

Tang Tianming pointed his finger, and the Heavenly Demon Sword shot towards Tang San. The boundless killing intent was concentrated on one point.

"ended."

Under the sword, the world fell into silence. Everyone's expressions were different, some were mocking, some were solemn. Tang Feiyun's expression was also changing, and she didn't know what expression she should make.

"It seems that your Wanbao Pavilion bet on the wrong person this time!" Li Cheng sneered.

"You must resist it!"

Sweat dripped from Zhuo Ye's forehead. He was too lazy to look at Li Cheng again. He was obviously extremely agitated. Zhuo Qinglian took a deep breath and stared at the falling Demon Sword.

One sword can decide life or death, this is the power of domination.

Tang San's eyes were fixed on the Demonic Sword. If he wanted to take this sword, he would have to use all his trump cards.

But at this moment, there was a sound from the white jade flute.

"You kid, I just woke up, why did you get into such trouble again?"

The voice of the demon-swallowing dragon made Tang San instantly happy, and at this time, Tianxin's voice also sounded.

"Master, this Heavenly Demon Sword may have transcended the category of Heavenly Level Spiritual Weapon."

Hearing this, Tang San's face instantly darkened. His realm was too low now, and he could only perceive the level of heaven-level spiritual weapons. But Tianxin was different, and what he said was completely credible.

"If it transcends the category of heaven-level spiritual weapons, it would be a desolate level weapon..." Tang San murmured.

The Demon-Swallowing Dragon said in a solemn tone: "You are underestimating it if you say it is a desolate level. I am afraid that even Tang Tianming himself does not know what level this spiritual weapon reached during its heyday."

Tang San took a breath of cold air and looked at the Demonic Sword with a more solemn look.

"I don't have time to explain so much to you now. This sword is stained with Tang Caiming's essence and blood, which is difficult to deal with. I have just woken up and my strength has not been fully restored. If I want to resist this sword, I must gather you and me. As well as the strength of Tianxin and the other three, it’s just that after blocking this sword, I’m afraid I’ll fall into a deep sleep again, and even Tianxin is no exception.”

Tang San looked embarrassed. The Demon-Swallowing Dragon and Tian Xin had just woken up. If they fell asleep now to block the sword, this would make Tang San's conscience very uneasy.

"I don't know where your kid's ability to cause trouble comes from. I just woke up, and now I have to fall asleep again. It's really... ugh!"

The Demon-Swallowing Dragon sighed helplessly and continued: "Don't hesitate. If you hesitate any longer, your life will be lost. Let's take action together!"

Tianxin had always been Tang San's ally, so he had already made preparations. At this moment, Tang San couldn't hesitate any longer, so he thought in his mind and said, "Thank you very much."

Immediately, he took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and released powerful spiritual power. Two beams of light, one black and one white, flashed out from the white jade flute and fell into Tang San's palm.

A majestic and vast force suddenly swept across, causing everyone to change their expressions.

However, Tang San ignored those curious and surprised glances, and his fingers continuously changed, drawing out rays of spiritual power.

The three spiritual powers blend together along the lines of the spiritual power light.

After a while, a dark-colored light ball condensed out. The ball of light seemed to contain extremely strange power.