Douluo: Say I'm unfilial?Backhand join Wuhundian

"The seventh soul skill: Beng Niu Martial Spirit True Body!"

One of the soul masters, who was in his seventies, had his seventh soul ring light up, and the Bengniu Martial Soul merged with him, turning into a materialized Ox Martial Soul, and rushed towards Wang Feng.

The scene suddenly switched to ten people fighting against one person. Xue Meiniang was so anxious, how could she help him when she only had a soul ring!

It's just that Wang Feng asked her to stay aside. These ten people were not his opponents yet.

And with her dozen or so levels, it would be a disservice to her. It would be better to just go aside and be a spectator. It would be considered as a contribution.

The audience is also very important.

It's possible that a level 96 Super Douluo can't defeat a few Soul Douluo and Soul Saints. After all, the opponent has more people and strength.

But with his own soul power, nine million-year soul rings, and god-level martial souls, with just a few of their ordinary martial souls, Soul Douluo, Soul Saints and below, that's not a random fight.

bang~

Ah ~

The giant thunder hammer struck down, and the Snowstorm Emperor's Swan Martial Spirit's true form could not be found in the southeast, northwest, or northwest.

Not to mention Xue Ye, who was knocked straight away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

The three-legged crow didn't let it move, otherwise several people would have to be reduced to ashes.

The best is yet to come.

Da Da Da~

Suddenly, many people poured in from outside the palace, as many as tens of thousands.

These people are all Tiandou City's imperial guards, the troops responsible for the security inside and outside the palace and Tiandou City. At this time, they have come to the square in full gear to protect the safety of Emperor Snowstorm.

When Xue Mei Niang saw it, her expression became even worse.

Ten against one in front of her, she was worried about Wang Feng.

Now that there are tens of thousands of imperial guards, it becomes even more difficult to deal with.

Even a titled Douluo can't get away with being surrounded by so many people.

Xue Mei Niang's worries are not unreasonable.

Titled Douluo's soul power is also limited, otherwise there would be no need for the Tiandou Empire to exist, and it would have been destroyed by Titled Douluo long ago.

"The seventh soul skill; the fourth skill: Martial Soul True Body Thousand Clone!" Wang Feng released another skill, which was the fourth skill among the four skills of the million-year soul ring.

The real body of Thor's hammer martial spirit immediately divided into one and two, two and three, three and six...

Six points and twelve...one hundred...nine hundred...one thousand.

In the end, the Mjolnir Martial Spirit Avatar transformed into a thousand Mjolnir Martial Soul Avatars, and suddenly, the stance changed.

A thousand Mjolnir hammers hit tens of thousands of imperial guardsmen and fled.

Ah ah~

Screaming again and again.

Not to mention tens of thousands of Royal Guards, even hundreds of thousands of Royal Guards, they all have to kneel down when they see the true form of these thousands of Thor Hammer martial souls.

Slayer and other Soul Douluo are no match for one person against a Mjolnir Martial Soul Avatar.

Not to mention, among the ten people, there were only Killing Sky, Emperor Xuebao and one other person.

There were only three Contras, but they had already been beaten terribly.

Wang Feng hasn't killed anyone yet. If he had, these ten people would have died long ago.

Right now, it's not the time to kill them, otherwise it won't be fun later.

In the end, Wang Feng sent a tight spell and put it on the Snowstorm Emperor's head, and started to mutter something.

After a while, the Snowstorm Emperor fell to the ground and rolled with his head in his hands, howling continuously.

For a moment, Shi Tian, ​​Xue Ye and others were dumbfounded, wondering what was wrong with him.

When they looked carefully, they saw a hoop suddenly appeared on the Snowstorm Emperor's head, and then they understood what had happened.

Seeing Wang Feng mumbling words, the Snowstorm Emperor screamed even harder. Once he stopped, he would be fine.

He wanted to go up to help, but he was too busy taking care of himself. He had been seriously injured by the Mjolnir Martial Spirit Avatar just now, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

More than half of the tens of thousands of imperial guardsmen were dead or injured at this time, and the rest fled and fell to the ground, unable to help the Snowstorm Emperor at all.

He didn't dare to step forward, as he couldn't beat him.

Moreover, the Snowstorm Emperor had already fallen into his hands, and they did not dare to act rashly.

The most shocked one was Xue Mei Niang. She didn't expect Wang Feng to be able to turn the tide. Not only did he defeat the Snow Storm Emperor and ten others, he also defeated tens of thousands of imperial guards with ease.

It is estimated that this has not yet used all the strength, otherwise, not a single person on the scene, including the Snowstorm Emperor, would be left alive.

Inexplicably, a sense of pleasure, excitement, and excitement emerged in her heart, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Although Emperor Snowstorm was her biological uncle and was originally a family member, he was also the enemy who killed her father and mother. Even her brothers, sisters, and some cronies and relatives died at his hands, so how could she not hate him.

I have the intention to kill him.

"Holy Son, will you spare His Majesty?"

"We realize our mistake, please don't kill your Majesty, please."

"Holy Son, please let go of my father. We can promise you anything. The terms are whatever you want. As long as you can let go of my father, okay?" Prince Xueye also said something, intending to sell a good deal in front of Emperor Xue Bao. .

"Holy Son, please let your Majesty go!" The other seven people, plus the remaining imperial guards, knelt down in front of Wang Feng and begged him to spare the life of Emperor Snowstorm.

hum~

Wang Feng just smiled, looked at the prince Xue Ye, then looked at Shi Tian and others: "Spare him, you were the first to attack me just now, and you, the defeated generals, are you still qualified to negotiate with me?"

"This..." Everyone looked at each other and hesitated to speak, but were caught by Wang Feng's words.

Indeed, a group of defeated generals were not qualified to negotiate with him at all.

The current situation is that as long as he is willing, everyone present will die in his hands, and there is no right to bargain with him.

Wang Feng did not recite the tightening curse anymore, but took out a small knife and handed it into Xue Meiniang's hand: "Princess Xue, the grievances have their owners, and the debts have their owners. Since it was him who killed your parents and brothers, then I will give him to you now." You have the power to take revenge, right?"

Xue Mei Niang's hands were trembling after hearing Wang Feng's words. She was very excited. She had been living an ignoble existence for ten years, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, and was under house arrest by Emperor Snowstorm for ten years.

For ten years, she thought about revenge for her parents, brothers and herself all the time.

But being weak and in a desperate situation, she wanted to take revenge, which was nothing more than a dream.

The chances are extremely slim.

almost none.

She almost gave up and had many thoughts of committing suicide.

But in front of her, she didn't expect that just now, the appearance of this young man would turn her status upside down.

In less than half an hour, Wang Feng turned the situation around, turned the tide, and overpowered the eight guardians including Emperor Snowstorm, as well as tens of thousands of elite guardsmen, giving her such a great opportunity.

Xue Mei Niang was so excited that she took the knife from Wang Feng's hand tremblingly, and stepped closer to the Snowstorm Emperor who fell on the ground.

The whole place also became silent at this moment.

They never expected that this young man alone could suppress the situation and defeat their tens of thousands of elite guards, as well as the Snowstorm Emperor and the eight guardians.

After all, the Snow Storm Emperor is also a Soul Douluo at level [-] or above, no worse than some Soul Saints.

The Snowstorm Emperor was lying on the ground, watching helplessly as Xue Mei Niang came over, with a look of fear in his eyes. He never imagined that he was single and weak, at the end of his rope, with no one caring about him. He was in his twenties and even had only one soul ring. A weak, crazy niece.

Today, he will hold a knife in his hand and approach himself step by step, and he has become a lamb that can be slaughtered by him at will.