The huge head of the bone dragon, only one vertebrae connected to the body, all the teeth have been lost, and the huge dragon wings behind him are constantly fluttering, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look very awesome.

"Sect Master!" Sword Douluo shouted in a deep voice.

Ning Fengzhi realized in an instant, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda was directly sacrificed, and three pillars of light shining with colorful light fell straight on Sword Douluo's body.

A shocking sword intent swept out, and everyone in the city only felt a creepy feeling at this moment, which suddenly appeared in their hearts.

"Seven kills!" Sword Douluo let out a loud shout.

A huge killing word condensed out of thin air.

This is a seven-killing sword formation composed entirely of sword intent, and it is Sword Douluo's self-created soul technique.

The sword array rose into the air and was invincible.

The few bone dragons flying above Heaven Dou City were instantly smashed by the Seven Killing Sword Array, turning into countless ashes, which gradually dissipated under the breeze.

"It's kind of interesting, ...... Well, there's a big guy hidden, just right. In the void, the Lich King laughed.

Dry fingers, constantly teasing in the void, I don't know what I'm doing.

A burst of red light flashed, and the first thing that appeared was a myriad of blood-red mist.

The heavy disgusting smell of blood instantly drifted towards the walls of Heaven Dou City.

The blood-red robe, the stand-up collar cape, the pale face, and the clothes he wore were printed with a huge blood-red three-headed bat pattern.

The man's exposed skin was covered with blood-red strange magic patterns, and on his forehead, there was a blood-red sword-shaped pattern, and behind his back, a pair of huge blood-red wings like bat wings were opening and closing slightly.

"This is ......," Tang Xiao suddenly stood up from his chair.

The old man in front of him made him feel very familiar, as if he had seen it there, but he couldn't remember it.

"The charm of the devil also dares to be rampant." Sword Douluo snorted coldly, swung the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, and flew straight into the sky.

Within a radius of ten meters from the old man, a layer of blood-red blood light condensed, a bit like a field.

When Sword Douluo flew into the blood light, Gu Jingwubo's face changed in an instant.

Although there was no change in the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, Sword Douluo felt that his soul power and soul skills could not be used, as if they had been sealed.

Without the support of soul power, Title Douluo is just a little stronger than ordinary humans.

An indescribably terrifying oppressive force pressed straight on Sword Douluo's shoulder.

"What did you do to me?" Sword Douluo's face was ugly.

"Blood, fresh blood!" The old man didn't answer, a pair of dark red eyes stared straight at Sword Douluo, and the blood-red big sword in his hand was slightly raised.

"Damn, go and save Sword Douluo back." The Snowy Night Emperor's face changed suddenly.

Sword Douluo was one of the strongest Titled Douluo in Heaven Dou City, and if something happened to him, it would undoubtedly be a loss for the entire Heaven Dou Empire.

Moreover, in order to stop the invasion of the evil army, Sword Douluo's strength is indispensable.

"Tang Chen's Ancestor !!" Tang Xiao's eyes bulged out suddenly.

He finally remembered, wasn't this old man in front of him Tang Chen, the number one powerhouse of Haotian Sect who had left without saying goodbye and was silently searching for traces on the Douluo Continent?

When Tang Chen left Haotian Sect back then, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were only less than six years old.

In a blink of an eye, decades have passed, and Tang Chen's appearance has not changed much from the beginning, except that his skin is a little paler.

"Great Ancestor Tang Chen?" Tang Tang's eyes widened.

This bad old man in front of him is the great-ancestor Tang Chen? Isn't he the king of slaughter in the Killing City?

Glancing at the Lich King in the sky, Tang Tang was stunned.

Was this guy who summoned Tang Chen from the Killing Capital?

"Kill!" Tang Chen's thoughts at this moment were suppressed by the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, and he only had the killing instinct, turning a deaf ear to Tang Xiao's exclamations.

Foot on the killing field and hold the Shura Demon Sword in his hand.

At this time, Tang Chen, in his killing realm, was a symbol of invincibility.

Looking at the blood-red blade that was constantly expanding in front of him, Sword Douluo's pupils contracted slightly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was a little unwilling in his heart.

Ever since he became a soul master, he knew that there would be such a day, but when this moment came, he realized that it was so difficult to face death calmly.

While!

There was a terrifying loud bang, and the sound shook all over the world.

The three figures flew out upside down at the same time.

Tang Tang tightly held the scepter of life destruction in his hand, and only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth.

Since he obtained this artifact, it was the first time he had been repelled head-on, and the Shura Demon Sword really lived up to its reputation.

Bang~

The whole person slammed straight into the wall of Heaven Dou City, knocking through the wall of several meters thick.

The Scepter of Life Destruction is a magic staff, and it usually doesn't feel much when fighting with a soul master, but when it really encounters a melee artifact, the disadvantage is suddenly revealed.

Wow, Tang Tang spurted out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and his expression suddenly withered a lot.

As for the other side, Tang Chen held the Shura Demon Sword tightly and retreated more than ten meters in the void, his face calm.

"Little Sugar, are you alright?" Tang Xiao flew over directly, with a look of concern.

Tang Tang is the hope of his Haotian Sect in the future, but nothing can happen!

"It's fine." Tang Tang grinned.

Hearing this, Tang Xiao's face softened slightly.

But as soon as he thought that the ancestor Tang Chen had become an enemy, Tang Xiao's face became ugly again.

"Uncle don't worry, great-grandfather will leave it to me." Tang Tang said with a smile.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll give it to you, you give me a good care of my injuries, I heard it, the ancestor's business, I'll figure it out." Tang Xiao's face was stern.

Tang Tang smiled bitterly, Tang Chen's symptom was that he had not completed the eighth exam of the Shura God, and he had been confused by the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, and he needed divine light to help him set things right.

"Let me try, uncle." Tang Tang's face was full of seriousness.

"How's the injury?" Tang Xiao asked.

"It's okay, look, it's great." Tang Tang patted his chest.

"Can you really bring your great-grandfather back?" Tang Xiao asked tentatively.

"No problem guaranteed!" Tang Tang nodded slightly.

"Well, it's only this time, if not, you have to go back to the city to recuperate." Although he knew that there was little hope, Tang Xiao still wanted to give it a try.

What if it succeeds?

Haotian Sect will surpass the Martial Spirit Hall and become the strongest force in the continent.

Why is the Wuhun Hall awe-inspiring?

Because there is a thousand streams in the worship hall, a peerless Douluo of the ninety-ninth level, his strength is unfathomable.

But at the beginning, the peerless double pride on the Douluo Continent, Tang Chen and Qiandaoliu, Qiandaoliu had always been on the suppressed side.

Even after so many years, Tang Xiao still firmly believed that Tang Chen was stronger than Qiandaoliu.