Holy Soul Village.

Outside the broken hut, Tang Hao rudely stuffed a bottle into Tang San's mouth, his eyes shocked, and looked at the blood-colored sword intent in the sky.

Two words, horror!

Is this his real strength? He is so strong!

If I face this sword, can I follow it?

Tang Hao hesitated for a while, shook his head, and decided to live a more realistic life and think about what to do if the milk powder money will be tomorrow.

If I could in my life, I would never want to provoke that madman.

But... he demolished the Spirit Hall for me, which was so satisfying!

As for the fact that Song Wuxin would die in the Martial Soul Hall, Tang Hao was not worried at all.

That person, no, cannot treat him as a human being.

I dare to take the life of my son in my arms as a bet, he will definitely not die in the Spirit Hall.

That person was gloomy and terrifying, good at calculating, and always planned first and then acted. He had prepared three or even five or six ways of retreat for himself.

In Tang Hao's arms, Tang San was sucking his pacifier and looking at the sword intent in the bloody night sky. He couldn't calm down for a long time.

That look, the sword handle, and the scene tonight will be engraved in his memory forever.

In the rest of his life, Tang San always thinks of these things, even if he had become a god at that time, he still couldn't help but feel numb from his scalp.

Because that person...is not a human!

Tang San had thought before that when his body grew older, he would carefully study the [Blood Soul Flying East] to see if he could find a solution.

But at this moment, looking at the sword intent in the bloody night sky, he finally realized that he was just dreaming in the daytime.

Can such a strong man solve the forbidden spell contract set up by him so easily?

Bajibaji...

There was a sound of pacifier sucking.

The Temple of War Spirit.

The moment Song Wuxin drew his sword, the whole world was shocked, and the many powerful people in the martial soul hall were immersed in the scene, you can imagine what kind of experience it was.

Not only did the coldness in my body, but it seemed like someone was slapped with a sword in my throat. I didn't dare to let out my breathing, and my breathing movements subconsciously slowed down for half a beat.

Too scary!

The Blood Evil Sword Intention came out, and all the strong men who were originally flying in the air were forced to suppress them.

In addition, the third wave of thunder in the Jiuxiao Blood Thunder Array has already struck down.

Nine thunder and lightning formed the word "thunder" and struck it down.

It is equivalent to a level 93 titled Douluo's full-strength attack before his death, with extremely powerful power.

Without Qiandaoliu as the main force, they said that the pressure has increased by several levels in an instant.

The pressure of the blood evil sword intent and the crack of blood thunder, in addition to saving their lives, they also have to protect the buildings of the Wuhun Hall.

They were unable to do anything, so they had to turn their attention to Qiandaoliu.

Unfortunately, Qiandaoliu is unable to protect himself at this moment.

The sword intent finally slashed down!

In the blood-colored sky, the blood-red energy pillar was finally cut in the air.

In the night sky, a blood-red crack was cut.

It seemed as if... the sky was cut in half.

Level 99 extreme Douluo, Demigod Realm, Six-winged Angel, Ninth Soul Skill [Angelic Destruction].

The huge six-winged angel phantom, the pure and flawless angel sword, was compared with the blood-colored sword intent in the sky.

It's like a grandson who just learned to walk, and the difference between a special forces soldier father who was in his prime.

Both the power and the shape are much worse.

boom!

The two finally collided head-on!

Click!

A huge crack that ran through the north and south of the entire Wuhun City suddenly appeared.

Above the blood-red crack, the blood-red crack that was drawn, could not be dissipated for a long time.

puff!

With one sword, an arm flew into the air under the bloody night.

At the critical moment, Qian Daoliu decisively chose to abandon the car and protect the coach, and escaped his life at the cost of one arm.

puff!

Qian Daoliu knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned extremely pale.

Behind him, there were only two of the five titled Douluoes, and there were only two of them left in the twenty Douluoes.

Sixty soul saints, none of them survived and were destroyed!

After raising a sword for eighteen years, this power cannot be underestimated.

With one sword, he killed 10,000 enemies, and Song Wuxin himself was considered to have lost 8,000 himself at this moment.

His face was a little unfavorable, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, his body shook for a while.

The hands that had been wrapping around his neck suddenly tightened for a moment.

In the sky, the rain continued to fall.

The rain was covered with chaos, and corpses and blood were everywhere.

The Wuhun Palace was still unable to be preserved after all.

With one sword, half of the building has been destroyed.

Qian Daoliu looked around, and in his eyes, endless murderous intent gradually arose, and strong murderous intent.

He stood up shakingly, "I bet, you can only use that sword just now!"

As he said that, he was about to take action to fight Song Wuxin.

Both of them are seriously injured now, which is considered to be half a pound. If they fight for their lives, life and death will naturally be between five or five.

However, with the movement here, the strong men from other places in the Martial Soul Hall were already coming quickly.

Moreover, there are two other titled Douluo and two Soul Douluo here.

The few people swayed and decided to join forces to kill Song Wuxin in one fell swoop.

But at this time, a thunder suddenly came from the sky...

The fifth wave of blood thunder has accumulated strength and will slash again in a few breaths.

“Hahahahaha…”

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Song Wuxin laughed to the sky.

The arrogant laughter, in the rain, thunder spread far and far away.

"Qiandaoliu, in a battle today, I failed to reunite you and your son. It was my negligence. Next time, I will definitely help you!"

After saying that, he turned around and leaped, disappearing into the dark rain curtain of night.

Qian Daoliu was about to get up and chase after him.

"Under the Pope's crown, there are four waves of thunder left, and we are almost completely injured. If you leave at this moment, the Spirit Hall... will really turn into ruins tonight!"

Hearing the sound, Qian Daoliu suddenly stopped.

"ah!"

A roar echoed through the sky.

"He was seriously injured and still brought his people, so he must not run far. I am here. You go and take those who have arrived and chase after him. You must kill him! You must kill him!"

"Abide by the order!"

Qian Daoliu issued the ultimate killing order to Song Wuxin.

For this reason, he even prepared to fight the remaining four waves of lightning alone, and sent all the other strong men to chase and kill Song Wuxin.

puff!

In the darkness, Song Wuxin spitted out a mouthful of blood and did not dare to stop for a moment.
To be continued...