Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

In the sky above the Force Clan, thunderclouds are rolling and heavy rain is roaring!

The blood-red sky thunder is like a dragon flying wildly through the clouds. Every time the thunder appears, it adds a bit of weirdness to this place.

A sense of panic immediately spread among the remaining disciples.

Tai Tan was so angry that he trembled all over. His legs suddenly exerted force, and he flew up. His sandbag-sized fist aimed at Chenchuan's chest and hit him hard.

Chenchuan looked at the howling wind and just snorted coldly. As his fingers moved slightly, the red Seven Kills Sword floating beside him quickly bounced up, directly blocking the Titan's full blow.

A rumble and explosion suddenly sounded.

Tai Tan felt as if he was being struck by a diamond, and the bones of his right arm crackled. Then under the astonished gazes of everyone, the Patriarch's arm exploded inch by inch.

Titan's pupils suddenly reflected bursts of surprise, and his whole body was ejected by his own power, hitting the ground heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

Tai Nuo and Tai Long ran over quickly. Looking at the old man in the pit, their expressions changed drastically.

Because the old man's right hand was gone, and even the ribs on his chest were dented, he looked particularly embarrassed.

Chenchuan glanced at the descendants of the Li clan who had gone crazy and ran away, and then raised his right hand again.

Immediately afterwards, in the empty square, a dozen disciples suddenly groaned miserably, bleeding from their orifices, and fell to the ground dead. At the moment of their death, their bodies instantly transformed into a mass of blood mist and merged into the Seven Kills Sword.

Tai Tan climbed up with difficulty, spitting blood from his mouth, and his face was green and red. He suddenly raised his head and said ferociously: "Chenchuan, the Haotian Sect will definitely avenge us for today's shame!"

Chenchuan said calmly: "At the beginning, your four single-attribute sects were finally expelled by Haotian Sect because of Tang Hao. Do you think Tang Hao will become an enemy of Qibao Glazed Sect because of you?"

"And today's force clan, no one can survive."

Tai Tan was shocked.

Yes.

The master had offended the Wuhun Palace, which caused the Haotian Sect to retreat from the world. Their four single-attribute families went to pray, but the other party was unmoved.

Even if the Haotian Sect now knew that Chenchuan was responsible for this matter, how could they make an enemy of the behemoth of the Qibao Glazed Sect just because of a small clan of power?

Tai Tan exhaled a hot breath and said with a gloomy face: "Chenchuan, let Tai Long and the others go, I can die in your hands!"

"What a hilarious joke."

Chenchuan smiled, put one hand behind his back, and looked at the disciples of the force clan below him. It was not Chenchuan's style to let the tiger return to the mountain. Since he was an enemy, he naturally didn't want to leave any trace of trouble.

Today, the force clan will completely disappear in Douluo Continent.

"The sixth soul skill, Blood Sword Shocking Cloud Breaking!"

Chenchuan murmured, and the Seven Kills Sword in front of him suddenly glowed red, and the blood-red soul power continued to spread out in all directions like a stormy sea, and the air wherever it passed became extremely distorted.

Tai Tan knew that the other party was planning to exterminate the clan, and immediately roared: "Since you leave no room for anything, I will kill you here even if I die with you!!"

"Noisy."

Chenchuan just snorted coldly, a mere eighty-sixth level Contra trying to provoke a titled Douluo was undoubtedly not trying to attack a stone with an egg.

There was a startling sound.

The sharp sword energy exploded instantly.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the space exploded inch by inch, and the air flow formed condensed into a tornado up to a hundred meters high.

Chenchuan didn't make any fierce moves throughout the whole process, but the blood-red light around him shot straight into the sky, and the long sword in his hand was just waved forward lightly.

When Ken Dao Chen Xin arrived, the blood-red Seven Kills Sword fell down.

Tai Tan also released his eighth soul skill without leaving any room, and immediately used up all his soul power, trying to use his own body to resist the attack of the Seven Killing Sword.

However, he overestimated his own strength.

A snort.

The Seven Kills Sword fell directly to the ground without ceremony, leaving a bottomless trench on the entire ground. Under the trench, magma rolled and sparks flew everywhere.

Titan stared at his blood-red pupils unwillingly. The vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated under the drops of blood from the tip of the sword. Finally, under the countless horrified looks around him, as a Contra, Titan could no longer control himself. Holding his body, he fell to the ground.

When Kendao Chenxin saw this, he also breathed out a deep breath. Sure enough, everything was over.

"Grandpa, you don't need to take action, just leave it to me."

Chen Chuan landed smoothly on the ground, greedily absorbing the smell of blood around him, and then raised his knife and killed Tylenol and Tai Lung in front of him.

When Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo saw this, they stopped talking nonsense and released their martial spirits. They caught all the disciples of the Force clan who wanted to escape and the group of people who were hiding, and threw them into the main hall. .

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Please, let me go, I don't want to die!"

No matter how the other party begged for mercy, the two titled Douluo remained unmoved. For them, since it had happened, they could not leave any trouble for themselves.

Otherwise it will be too late to regret.

It's better to just leave it to Chuan'er to handle it on his own. It's up to him whether he should be killed or retained.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

No sound came from the hall, but the smell of blood came from the hall.

With a wave of Chenchuan's right hand, all the disciples of the Force Clan were pulled out from the main hall and thrown to the ground.

On the faces of these corpses, there was a look of strong resentment and fear.

They are all very young, and if Chen Chuan had not appeared, then in a few years, among these people, there would definitely be a Soul-Knotting Douluo, or a powerful Titled Douluo, it was possible.

It's a pity that they shouldn't be disciples of the Force Clan.

The entire force clan was filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel like vomiting when they smell it.

Chenchuan slowly came to the flower bed, put his hands into the cold pool, and washed away the remaining blood on his hands.

"Grandpa, have everything been taken care of?"

Chenchuan asked while washing his hands, without any expression on his face.

Sword Douluo turned around and looked at the corpses on the ground and sighed. He could even see that Chuan'er didn't even move his brows, which was enough to show that he had no mercy.

Chenchuan greedily breathed in the air around him. At the same time, the light on the Seven Killing Sword Spirit suspended beside him gradually became more dazzling.

"Everything has been dealt with. All three hundred disciples of the Force Clan were killed."