"Oh my God! The ten Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall were all defeated, and even His Majesty the Pope was chopped away, who is that white-haired man?! ”

The audience was shocked, and countless people looked at Luo Xuanchen suspended in the sky with horror on their faces, as if they saw an invincible god of war descending from the sky!

Pope Bibi Dong's strong strength is obvious to all, and it is enough to dominate at the title level, but now, Bibi Dong united with the nine major titles to besiege Luo Xuanchen alone, and he was swept away and defeated in embarrassment, this kind of strength is really terrifying!

"It's hard to do it, it's ...... A god?! ”

Everyone swallowed their saliva fiercely, looking at the white-haired man above the sky in awe and fanatically, ordinary Title Douluo definitely did not have this kind of strong combat power, many people thought that Luo Xuanchen might have broken through to the god level, or he might be infinitely close to the gods, otherwise it would not be so terrifying!

After Fang Xuan's destruction of the Pope's Hall with one sword, Luo Xuanchen defeated Pope Bibi Dong and other Titled Douluo with another sword, and the people of the Martial Spirit Hall were panicked and were about to fall apart!

Buzz –

An ancient and vicissitudes of life rang, and at the end of the distance, the most powerful and mysterious worship hall of the Martial Spirit Palace, the vicissitudes of life that had been sealed for endless years, finally opened slowly!

Under the gaze of countless stunned eyes, a slender figure walked out, with a well-proportioned figure, dressed in a gray robe, simple and unpretentious, with long light gray hair neatly draped behind his back, and his face was elegant and calm, as calm as the surface of a lake.

This is a man in his thirties, with handsome facial features and a refined temperament, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth forever, looking confident and free, he does not have a trace of strong soul power leaking from his body, but it gives people a feeling of worship.

He just stood there, as if he had become the only one in the world!

"Great offering! The Great Offering is out! ”

Looking at the gray-robed people who came out of the worship hall, Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and other Martial Spirit Hall Title Douluo, their faces showed ecstasy, and they all trembled with excitement.

Pope Bibi Dong was slightly stunned, frowned, and looked at the gray-robed man with a hint of jealousy, there was no joy or sadness on her face, and she didn't say a word, but was silently repairing her body.

"That's ...... A thousand streams! ”

Fang Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, looking at the gray-robed man in front of the worship hall, obviously he couldn't feel any coercion from the latter's body, but his body trembled involuntarily.

This is not only a huge gap in strength, but also in essence...... The gap between gods and mortals!

This gray-robed man is the great worship of the Martial Spirit Palace, and the invincible Bo Saixi in the ocean, the invincible Tang Chen on the land, and the invincible in the sky, the ninety-ninth level Extreme Douluo - Qiandaoliu!

The moment Qiandaoliu appeared, the entire Martial Spirit Hall was boiling, as if they had seen a savior, and their eyes were fiery and ecstatic.

"The Great Offering? Is that the great offering of our Martial Spirit Palace! ”

"The legendary invincible existence, I didn't expect to be really lucky enough to see it today!"

"It is said that the Great Offering has been invincible in the world more than 20 years ago, and now I really don't know what realm it has reached, could it be that a god will be born in our Martial Spirit Palace?!"

Everyone in the Wuhun Hall was talking, sweeping away the decadent momentum just now, and the morale gradually increased, as if it had been reborn.

If Pope Bibi Dong is regarded as the symbol of the authority of the Wuhun Palace, then the great worship of Qiandaoliu is the real pillar of the Wuhun Palace, supporting the source of strength for the Wuhun Palace's prosperity for a hundred years!

"Hum~"

With a slight tremble, in Fang Xuan's dantian, the floating seraphim suddenly opened his eyes and let out a high groan, as if it resonated with Qiandaoliu!

"Huh?!"

Qiandaoliu was slightly stunned, feeling the breath of the Seraphim of the same origin as himself, revealing a look of surprise, the Seraphim is the inheritance of their clan, with the qualification to become a god, it has always been through the bloodline, passed down from generation to generation, it stands to reason that it is impossible to be obtained by outsiders.

What's going on?

Feeling puzzled in his heart, Qiandaoliu raised his head with a feeling, turned his gaze, and glanced at the black-haired young man standing on the ruins of the Pope's Palace!

Rumble!

At this moment, Fang Xuanru was struck by lightning, his body collapsed, his bones shattered, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a wild star, flying out on the spot, and slammed into a wall three hundred meters away, collapsing the wall and burying his body under the rubble.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Struggling to get up from the ruins, Fang Xuan was awe-inspiring and frightened, while he was running the Nine Heart Begonia to repair his injuries, he looked at the figure in front of the worship hall with fear: "What a terrifying power, it almost killed me with just a glance, this Thousand Dao Stream has long been beyond the mortal world, infinitely close to the gods!" ”

"You're finally giving up......"

Above the sky, Luo Xuanchen's white hair was scattered, holding a demon knife, looking at the gray-robed man below, his face showing an indescribable ecstasy, excitement and ...... Fear!

The blood of the whole body was boiling, and the violent soul power was like a surging Yangtze River washing over the limbs and hundreds of remains, Luo Xuanchen couldn't help but let out a long roar, this battle, he had waited too long.

"Is the heir of the sword......

Thousands of streams stood with their hands in their hands, the vicissitudes of life on their faces were full of ancient wells, the terrible scene of the rotation of the sun and the moon and the destruction of the stars appeared in his eyes, and wisps of terrifying and boundless murderous aura began to leak out, and the whole earth was broken inch by inch!

"I miss it very much, I don't know how much strength you had when your grandfather did."

The gray robe fluttered, and the body of Qiandaoliu gradually rose into the air, the eyes were deep, and the whole body was filled with a white divine light, sacred, warm and peaceful, making people have the urge to bow and worship.

"Hehe, then you have to try it yourself!"

Luo Xuanchen smiled indifferently, facing the strongest person in the world today, he was still calm and light, his eyes gradually sharpened, a blazing flame ignited on the demon knife, and the whole person's battle intent was burning.

The Badao clan and the angel clan used to be the two super families in the Wuhun Palace, jointly in charge of the Wuhun Palace, the two families have hundreds of years of grievances and grievances, once allied with each other, formed brothers, and fought for power, and blood flowed like a river.

It is not clear who is who, and it is not clear!

A few decades ago, the contemporary patriarch of the Badao was defeated by the hands of Qiandaoliu, and the Badao sect was slaughtered, regarded as a rebellion, and expelled from the Wuhun Palace, and Luo Xuanchen was the only survivor of the Badao clan!

Success and defeat are eternal truths!

After more than 20 years of wind and rain, hardship and hardship, Luo Xuanchen finally cultivated to a great achievement, and today he came to the Martial Spirit Hall with a knife, in addition to saving Fang Xuan, he also had to challenge Qiandaoliu, and revenge the blood revenge of the family with the shame of the snow year!

"After decades of ups and downs, I don't know if the knife is dull and rusty, but there is still a trace of the domineering spirit of the year? Come on, let me see...... Your knives! ”

Qiandaoliu's eyes opened and closed, and a fierce lightning burst out from his eyes, shooting out at Luo Xuanchen on the opposite side, sounding the horn of the big battle.

"Just what I want!"

The corners of Luo Xuanchen's mouth rose slightly, his whole body burned with battle intent, he roared wildly, his white hair flew all over his head, turning into a god of war who dominated the world, piercing through the void, wielding the demon knife Red Rain, and frantically killing towards Qiandaoliu!

Boom Boom –

The sky is falling apart, and the world is reversed!

A ninety-nine-level pinnacle battle broke out!