Time flies, and the day of judgment has finally arrived!

The final execution of Fang Xuan has finally started today!

Remarkable!

And the place of trial and execution is in the Pope's Palace in the center of Wuhun City!

In this month's time, the Pope's Palace was finally repaired, and it is more magnificent, magnificent, and brilliant than before, which can be called the world's first majestic palace!

At noon, the sun is shining, and the bright sunlight is sprinkled on this majestic and majestic papal palace, and the light of broken gold and the golden hall are intertwined, blooming dazzling and gorgeous light!

A thousand knights of the Templar were dressed in golden armor and armed with war spears, guarding the surroundings of the Papal Palace like the gods of war, waiting for any enemy who dared to trespass on the Papal Palace, and would be killed by the knights at the first time!

These Templars are all the elite of the soul masters, all of them are cultivators above the Soul Sect, such a powerful force is placed here, even if the soul master power of the two empires is combined, they don't dare to move!

In addition, there are more than fifty Soul Saint-level cardinals, the six Title Douluo, and Pope Bibi Dong, who are sitting at the execution scene!

The Martial Spirit Hall has dispatched almost all its strength to guard around the Pope's Palace, such a powerful army is enough to sweep across the entire Douluo Continent, and now it is guarding the scene of the trial, presumably today, no one dares to act rashly!

In the past, the arena of the Soul Master Contest has now been transformed into a public execution venue, and the surrounding audience seats have long been crowded and noisy.

In order to show its sacrosanct majesty, the Martial Spirit Hall seems to intend to publicly execute Fang Xuan in public and in front of the public!

This is a punishment for Fang Xuan's unforgivable crime of destroying the Pope's Palace!

In front of the Papal Palace, above the square!

The public trial finally began, and Fang Xuan was escorted by two Templars to a huge stone platform in the center of the square, where the competition ring used to be, and now the execution platform!

"Look, that's Fang Xuan, I heard that he alone made a big fuss about the Pope's Palace, killing seven or eight cardinals and hundreds of Templar Protectors, causing a monstrous disaster!"

"I didn't expect that the champion of the Soul Master Competition would be reduced to a prisoner, pitiful!"

"Tsk, the peerless Tianjiao who was in the spotlight back then, and now the condemned prisoner who is escorted to the execution ground, who would have expected this situation!"

Looking at the execution table, the figure that was covered in bruises and embarrassed, everyone sighed, and there was a lot of emotion in their hearts.

……

"Now start the public trial of Fang Xuan!"

The presiding officer of this public trial, a cardinal, announced in a loud voice.

"Death penalty!"

"Death penalty!"

"Death penalty!"

Starting with the cardinal on the left, the platinum bishop on the right, and finally Pope Bibi Dong sitting on the throne, all said in unison: "Death penalty!" ”

In fact, there was no need for trial at all, even if Fang Xuan didn't poison Evil Moon and the others, but he destroyed the Pope's Hall and killed hundreds of Martial Spirit Hall powerhouses, just these few major crimes were enough to kill Fang Xuan dozens of times!

Therefore, at the beginning of the public trial, all the members of the Martial Spirit Hall unanimously announced Fang Xuan's death sentence!

No one has any objections!

No one dares to object!

After going through the process of hypocrisy, Pope Bibi Dong tilted his head, glanced indifferently at Fang Xuan on the execution table, and said coldly: "Then let's start the execution!" ”

Hearing the order, on the execution table, the black-clothed deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall who was in charge of executing Fang Xuan began to act!

This black-clothed deacon has a soul king-level cultivation, his body is surrounded by five brilliant soul rings, and his martial soul is a five-foot-long machete, sharp and compelling.

"Kill!"

He aimed at Fang Xuan's head, raised his machete high, and used his greatest strength to frantically slash Fang Xuan's head, ready to split him in half.

Feeling the rapidly approaching sharp machete, Fang Xuan's pupils were sluggish, and his numb face couldn't help but show a touch of pathos, it seemed that he was really going to end here.

"Fang Xuan......"

Hu Liena stood on the side of the Pope's Palace, looking at Fang Xuan, who was about to die, in a complicated mood, her delicate pretty face showed a touch of unbearability, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Hahahaha, this little bastard is finally going to die, but it's a pity that this seat wants to torture him for two more days!"

Salas sneered, his eyes flashing with a murderous gaze, and he glanced contemptuously at the bloodied figure on the execution table with mockery.

"Fang Xuan, it's over, God can't save you when he comes!"

Pope Bibi Dong sat on the throne, staring coldly at Fang Xuan in the distance, his eyes full of coldness.

The surrounding Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and many other titled elders, as well as the cardinals, also had cold faces, facing Fang Xuan, who was about to die, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Alas! A generation of Tianjiao has fallen......"

Everyone sighed.

"Die, Fang Xuan!"

On the execution table, the black-clothed deacon laughed fiercely, exerted all his strength, and the sharp machete tore through the air and slashed at Fang Xuan's head......

"Hahahaha...... Forehead?! ”

The black-clothed deacon laughed wildly, and he felt the pleasure of killing a genius with his own hands, but he hadn't laughed for long, and suddenly paused, not feeling the pleasure of slashing people with a knife!

What's going on?

With a puzzled gaze, the black-clothed deacon looked up and found that his martial soul machete was actually breaking inch by inch!

Along with his body, it twisted and deformed together, and finally exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of blood mist and shooting out in all directions!

"Who ?!!"

Pope Bibi Dong's eyes shot two bolts of lightning, and he suddenly stood up from his throne, his cold gaze coldly scanning the surroundings, and he became highly vigilant.

"What's going on? How did that black deacon die?! ”

The crowd was stunned and had no idea what was happening.

This black-clothed deacon died so strangely that many people didn't notice that anyone made a move, and he died inexplicably!

"Ahh Yes! Ahh

Suddenly, screams rang out from the east.

I saw that the Templar guarding the east of the Pope's Palace suddenly exploded in large pieces, blood and broken bones were sprinkled on the ground, and the smell of blood quickly ignited the smell of gunpowder in the square!

"There it is!"

Pope Bibi Dong and many Martial Spirit Hall elders were full of murderous intent, and they all quickly looked to the east.

At the end of the road, a slender figure gradually approached.

Dressed in white, with white hair, handsome facial features, fair skin, and bright eyes as deep as the starry sky, this is a man who is as beautiful as a fairy!

Extraordinary!

This person is so extraordinary, whether it is appearance or temperament, he is the dragon and phoenix among people, the best asset, at the moment when the white-haired man appeared, it seemed to become the only one in this world, and instantly attracted the attention of the audience!

However, contrary to the heroic righteousness, the white-haired man carried a blood-colored long knife that seemed to be poured with blood, the yin wind gusted, and the ghost cried wolf, like a Shura blade pulled out of hell, and the ferocious aura filled the audience, making countless people tremble!

He didn't use the sword, but with every step he took, there were large swaths of Templars, torn to pieces by the world-dominating sword qi, blood flowing, and shattered bones!

This horrific sight caused a sensation in the audience!

"Good! Good! Good! It's you, it's really you, I didn't expect you to really dare to come! ”

Pope Bibi Dong looked at the white-haired man who came rushing in, and his majestic face showed a touch of ecstasy, as if he had seen the prey he had loved for a long time.

However, the white-haired man didn't even glance at Pope Bibi Dong, and directly ignored the latter like an insignificant ant.

Looking at the back of the Pope's Palace, the most mysterious and powerful worship hall of the Martial Spirit Palace!

A world-dominating word suddenly sounded:

"Qiandaoliu, come out and fight!"