Wuhun Palace

"Gollum, Gollum........"

The remaining seven Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall couldn't help but approach each other with solemn expressions, and they no longer dared to surround Chen Xiaoming like before.

Especially the remaining two Titled Douluo with ninety-second level soul power, they even had the intention of retreating.

Although it is true that they are the Title Douluo of the Martial Spirit Palace, it is not easy for them to cultivate to the level of Title Douluo.

Chen Xiaoming can kill the ninety-second level Title Douluo in one shot, which means that he can kill the two of them in seconds at any time.

This kind of being slaughtered as easily as mowing grass made the two Titled Douluo a little unhappy.

They can die for the future and glory of the Wuhun Palace, but they can't die so worthless.

Especially Chen Xiaoming's gaze swept over the two of them from time to time at this moment, and the two of them felt even more insecure in their hearts.

Aggrieved, when did the dignified Title Douluo be killed like mowing grass.

Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at each other, Chen Xiaoming's strength exceeded their imagination, with such strength, it was useless to rely on crowd tactics.

"Those below level ninety-five are all down."

With a cold snort, the next big task of the Martial Spirit Hall still needs to use these people, and they were cut by Chen Xiaoming at will, whether it was Bibi Dong or Golden Crocodile Douluo, they couldn't bear it.

Bibi Dong's words fell, and in an instant, the three of them flew out and landed below.

Chen Xiaoming didn't make another move, two ninety-two-level and one ninety-three-level weak chicken, just left, and he didn't stay here, he couldn't even catch a punch, can he test the strength of his current full set of soul bones.

Glancing at the remaining powerhouses of the Martial Spirit Palace, there were still one ninety-five, one ninety-six, two ninety-seven, two ninety-eight, a total of six powerhouses with the title Douluo.

Chen Xiaoming's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the one whose soul power was only ninety-five with displeasure.

Forget about the ninety-sixth-level one, you ninety-fifth-level didn't even touch the doorrail of a Super Douluo, why are you staying here?

"You, go down."

With an indifferent expression, his right hand pointed at the ninety-five-level Title Douluo, and shouted coldly in his mouth.

The man with level ninety-five soul power was obviously stunned, and he was on full alert, waiting for Chen Xiaoming's attack.

As a result, the attack did not wait, but the other party let himself go.

The man turned his head slightly to look at Bibi Dong, and saw that the latter frowned and thought about it for a while, and actually nodded.

The man's face turned red in an instant, thinking that he had lived for such a long time, and his soul power was not the strongest in the mainland, but there were not many people who could beat him.

Today, he was disgusted by a young man in his twenties.

The dignified ninety-five-level Title Douluo is not even qualified to fight.

Humble to such a point, the man felt that he was not as good as those two ninety-second level companions, but those two were really weak.

The confused eyes finally glanced at everyone, and the man himself didn't know what he was doing?

Is it to come here to give away people's heads and be selected by the other party?

Bibi Dong didn't know what the man was thinking, and Bibi Dong only knew at the moment that the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

The hatred for Chen Xiaoming has surpassed everything.

As the Pope of the Wuhun Palace, her efforts over the years have all come to naught today, and the prestige and accumulated heritage of the Wuhun Hall for many years have all been defeated in the hands of Chen Xiaoming alone.

"Gollum, what is Mr. Chen doing?"

The fat man Ma Hongjun swallowed his saliva, Chen Xiaoming's action is like when he orders food, is it so strong that the title Douluo can order it like a dish?

Dai Mubai, Oscar and others all glanced at each other, silently didn't want to speak, and sure enough, the big guy could play.

Ning Fengzhi, who was not far away, was also speechless, one person shocked the entire Martial Spirit Palace, is this the strength of Extreme Douluo?

In the middle of the air, looking at another one, Chen Xiaoming's eyes were still dissatisfied, but it was also good to warm up these people first.

"Are you ready?"

The voice of the words came out, the space fluctuated faintly, and in the flash of silver light, Chen Xiaoming had disappeared, and the Aoki dragon spear in his hand disappeared, replaced by a clenched fist.

With a simple punch, Chen Xiaoming's body was shrouded in silver light, and the power of a full set of 100,000-year-old soul bones was mobilized, without using the skill of soul bones, but purely relying on the strength of his body, he punched out.

"Bang."

Fierceness was the sound, and the only Titled Douluo with level ninety-six soul power was as if he had been hit by a cannonball, his body flew upside down, his chest was dented, and bone fragments were pierced out, and a blur of flesh and blood was unbearable.

Blood spilled in midair, turned into a blood-colored meteor, and smashed directly into the ground under him, and the granite ground was smashed out of a large pit with a radius of five meters and a depth of two meters, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and life and death were unknown.

Bibi Dong, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others all changed their expressions greatly, their eyes were horrified, and they looked at Chen Xiaoming in a daze.

Chen Xiaoming's speed just now, she could barely keep up, but at this moment, Chen Xiaoming's explosive power made Bibi Dong's heart feel a trace of despair.

"He's stronger again."

Sword Douluo Chen, who was standing below and watching, muttered in his heart, the speed of that moment just now, as well as the explosive power of that moment, were at least five times stronger than before, thinking of the other party's desire for soul bones before.

Sword Douluo Chenxin felt that Chen Xiaoming should have gathered a set of soul bones.

Not only Bibi Dong and the others were a little stunned, but Chen Xiaoming was also a little stunned when he looked at the power of his punch at the moment.

What's this, it's over with one punch? Is your own power so terrifying?

A set of 100,000-year-old soul bones, plus the power of the bloodline integrated into the soul bones, Chen Xiaoming could perceive that his strength had increased by about several times, but Chen Xiaoming didn't know how strong it was.

Now that one punch is almost killing a ninety-sixth-level Titled Douluo, Chen Xiaoming has a general understanding. After all, he only used half of his strength with the punch just now.

"What a crispy skin!"

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaoming's interest decreased greatly for a while, what Title Douluo is strong is soul power, soul skills, and physical strength are actually not much different.

Even the Qianrenxue who became a god can be pierced through the heart by Guanyin's tears, which shows that the physical strength of the god is also low.

With his current strength, Chen Xiaoming really doesn't think that anyone on the other side can take a punch from him without dying.

I wanted to find them to test how strong their strength was, but now it seems that they can't be tested.

is the existence of a child with a punch, Chen Xiaoming feels a little excited.

Can you give it a little more force, I don't want to be a one-punch man!

Crying out weakly in his heart, Chen Xiaoming felt a deep sense of loneliness welling up in his heart.

There is a sentence that says, life is really lonely like snow.

There's a song about how it's sung.

How lonely it is to be invincible! What a kidney deficiency it is to be invincible!