Wuhun Palace, in the ring

Tears welled up uncontrollably in Xiao Wu's eyes, she thought of everything, but she didn't expect Tang San to know her identity, and even confessed her love at this moment.

Everything is no longer important, for Xiao Wu, there is only Tang San in her heart at this moment.

Tang San hugged Xiao Wu's soft and delicate body, and the words containing soul power echoed in the audience.

"If you want to catch her, then step over my corpse first."

The audience was silent, even Pope Bibi Dong was slightly stunned, looking at Tang San and Xiao Wu with complicated expressions.

But just for a moment, under the reminder of the old man on the side, he came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and his eyes became sharp.

"Take it, blocker, kill without mercy."

The two Titled Douluo powerhouses standing on the side flew out directly and headed towards Xiao Wu in Tang San's arms.

Flender, Liu Erlong, and the master glanced at each other, and raised their right hand at the same time. In an instant, a brilliant golden light rose out of thin air, and the surging light instantly outlined an incomparably dazzling golden triangle in the air.

The three people who had launched the Martial Soul Fusion Technique stood in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

It's just that what they have to face are two Titled Douluo with strong soul power, and even if they rely on the martial soul fusion technique, they will never win.

Bibi Dong on the other side also released her martial soul, and she had up to level ninety-eight soul power, and with her soul power, she fixed Poison Douluo in place.

For a while, the situation became critical, but Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo couldn't make a move.

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu in his arms, kissed him affectionately, leaned into his ear, and said softly firmly.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

After speaking, Tang San's gaze looked at Chen Xiaoming, who had been unmoved behind him.

The latter stood up from his seat at this moment and stretched out, in fact, he had already wanted to make a move, but hearing Tang San and Xiao Wuxiu's affection, Chen Xiaoming felt that he was sour.

"Huh."

The space seemed to move slightly, Chen Xiaoming's figure disappeared, and when he appeared, he was already standing in the air in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

With a low buzzing sound, the two Titled Douluo who ran towards Xiao Wu were unexpectedly bounced back like cannonballs.

"Did you ask me about them in front of me?"

Dressed in white, with fluttering silver hair, a faint smile on his face, he stood quietly in the air, his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at Bibi Dong, waiting for the latter's reply.

The majestic soul power swept from under him, and for a moment, Dai Mubai and the others only felt that the pressure on their shoulders disappeared, and the fat man, Oscar and the others were all relieved.

"It's so dangerous this time, Teacher Chen is here."

Patting his chest with palpitations, Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Wu in Tang San's arms, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Chen Xiaoming made a move, and the pressure on Flender and the others was greatly reduced, and they couldn't help but retreat, guarding Tang San, Dai Mubai and others.

"Hmph, you really made a move."

With a cold snort, a huge golden light and shadow quietly rose from behind Bibi Dong, and nine brilliant soul rings rose instantly.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red. There were a total of nine soul rings, allowing Poison Douluo and the others to see the strength of the Martial Soul Hall Pope for the first time.

Glancing at Bibi Dong, Chen Xiaoming also sneered, he actually dared to make a move, it seems that the other party has been prepared for a long time, and wants to catch them all?

His gaze swept from the Pope's Hall below him and the Hall of Elders not far away, and Chen Xiaoming could feel several auras floating.

"Looks like you're ready, let them out."

As the words fell, three figures flew out of the Pope's Hall again, and in the Hall of Elders not far away, the same five figures flew out.

There were a total of eight figures, and as soon as they appeared, they joined forces with the two previous Title Douluo powerhouses to besiege Chen Xiaoming.

"Dingdingding......dingding"

A series of soul power riots, and gorgeous soul rings rose from the ten figures.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

The ten figures were all wrapped around nine soul rings, and for a while, the sky above the huge martial soul hall was shrouded in huge martial souls.

The terrifying soul power emanated, and the many soul masters under him couldn't resist it at all under this soul power, and they fainted directly.

In an instant, in the huge field, only the powerhouses above the soul saint level were still awake, but they were also oppressed by the soul power and couldn't move, so they could only grit their teeth and hold on.

Titled Douluo, which is rarely seen in ordinary times, has now appeared more than ten at once, and there are only a total of how many Titled Douluo on the mainland, and there are nearly eighty percent here.

Poison Douluo looked incredulous, even Ning Fengzhi was shocked by the strength of the Martial Spirit Palace.

More than a dozen Titled Douluo, with such strength, who in the mainland can resist.

As soon as the ten Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall appeared, they directly pressed their majestic soul power towards Chen Xiaoming.

It was like a monstrous wave sweeping down, and Chen Xiaoming just stood quietly, like a boulder, standing still, and the space around him fluctuated faintly.

For the Wuhun Hall to have so many Title Douluo, Chen Xiaoming was not surprised at all.

There were more than a dozen of them he knew, and there were a few more that he didn't know.

"You insist on going against my Martial Spirit Palace, there is only one way to die."

Bibi Dong's figure came slowly, with confidence on his face, and he looked at Chen Xiaoming with a cold gaze, she had to come back today.

"Excessive self-confidence is stupidity, and you are still a pope!"

Facing Bibi Dong's eyes, Chen Xiaoming shook his head lightly, really didn't know where the latter's confidence came from.

Ten Titled Douluo only, in Chen Xiaoming's perception, three of them are level 92, one is level 93, two are level 95, one is level ninety-six, two are level 97, and one is level ninety-eight.

Ninety-five levels, including those below ninety-five levels, accounted for six out of ten people, and the one who was really a little interesting was the ninety-eighth-level Title Douluo.

The other party flew out of the Hall of Elders, and Chen Xiaoming had a little understanding of the latter's identity.

"Hmph, the tongue is good, I think this sentence is better left to yourself."

With such a lineup, Bibi Dong feels that even in the face of Qiandaoliu, he can win steadily.

After all, the ninety-eighth-level Title Douluo, plus her, has a whole two.

Although Bibi Dong was also shocked by the strength of the Hall of Elders, Chen Xiaoming was the big enemy at this moment, wasn't it just to join forces to get rid of Chen Xiaoming today?

"Do it."

Without any more nonsense, Bibi Dong snorted coldly and took the lead directly, and the Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was also as high as level ninety-eight soul power on the side, was also possessed by a martial soul, and followed closely.

The rest of the Martial Soul Palace's Title Douluo all burst out with soul power, and the light of the soul ring under his feet flashed, and the sky above the entire Martial Soul Hall was like a scroll full of brilliant light for a while.

Looking at the Wuhun Hall and everyone joining forces, Chen Xiaoming's eyes burned with fighting spirit.

"You don't know anything about power!"