"Little friend, what do you want to do?"

Walking out of the Hall of Elders, Qiandaoliu looked at the qi swords all over the sky, his brows furrowed, and his withered face was a little sad.

Has the Martial Spirit Hall actually fallen to the point of being knocked on the door?

It seems that Bibi Dong, the Pope, is not doing very well, he is not a good mother, and even the Pope is not competent, so when he goes one day, the Wuhun Hall is not going downhill.

The wings behind him opened, the six-winged angel martial soul was released, and Qiandaoliu flew into the sky to look at the young man outside the encirclement of the air sword, the two figures were far away, as if the two stars were pulling each other, and Qiandaoliu's eyes were full of surprise and inquiry.

Good young lad, this terrible breath.

At this age, there is a title Douluo cultivation, and the future life is terrifying!

"What not to do? I hope you don't get involved in the battle in the Papal Palace. ”

In the face of the ninety-ninth level peerless Douluo Qiandaoliu, Ye Shiqiu was not afraid at all, and said in a firm tone.

Originally, there was still half a month to make sufficient arrangements, but the gray wolf, the pit goods, actually abducted the Holy Lord and them to the Martial Spirit Hall to do it, in order to prevent a few of them from hitting the street, he had no choice but to go out in person to fight against Qiandaoliu.

Fortunately, Zhu Bajie and the three of them arrived, although it was six to seven, but with their strength, the odds of winning were definitely not low, as long as they dragged the others, then they would definitely not be in danger.

As for whether he will be in danger, hehe, as long as he doesn't become a god, no one in this world can break the defense of his hexagram.

Qiandaoliu glanced at the Pope's Palace, and his expression did not fluctuate much.

Since someone had already broken through the door, it didn't make any difference to him whether the Pope's Palace or other halls were attacked.

"Why are you attacking the Martial Spirit Palace?"

"An attack is an attack, do you need a reason?"

Ye Shiqiu spread out his hands and asked rhetorically, "Is there a reason why you won't interfere?" If not, then don't talk nonsense, teach such a thing as Chihiro, you old man is probably not a good product, and you are not allowed to move if you stay here for the emperor. ”

Ye Shiqiu's face was sarcastic, and the ridicule on his face was half pretended, and the other half was sincere sarcasm.

For the sake of the future of religion, he actually strengthened his disciples, this is something that many people can do, this martial soul hall is unbearable, and this old guy also contributed.

But that's fine, attacking the Martial Spirit Hall by yourself can be regarded as doing the right thing for the sky.

Ye Shiqiu really wants to smoke a cigarette at this moment and sigh, why is he so kind, doing the right thing for heaven everywhere?

"Looking for a disease?"

Hearing the name of the deceased son, a trace of sadness flashed in Qiandaoliu's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

Looking at Ye Shiqiu in front of him, Qian Daoliu could see at a glance that his age was definitely no more than twenty-five, he would never dare to imagine a Titled Douluo of this age before, it seemed that the continent had changed a lot in the past few years of retreat.

"You're right, the reason really doesn't matter, but I'm the Great Elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and I can't turn a blind eye to you."

The withered old man's arms slowly raised, and a divine light descended on the old man, and the angel martial soul true body armor possessed him.

"That being the case, we did one today."

Seeing that Qiandaoliu refused to compromise, it was not surprising that Ye Shiqiu directly waved his hand, and the thousands of qi swords floating around Qiandaoliu flashed a strange gaze, staggered and horizontally together, and instantly slashed towards Qiandaoliu.

"Little friend, you probably don't know the reason why the ninety-ninth level Title Douluo is called the peerless Douluo, I haven't moved my muscles for a long time, so the old man will let you and others see the majesty of the peerless Douluo."

Seeing the thousands of qi swords attacking, Qiandaoliu said lightly to Ye Shiqiu and the people below who came to watch the battle and eat watermelons, and then directly six wings fell, covering their bodies.

"Fifth Soul Technique - Thousand Feathers Chasing Souls!"

The falling wings instantly opened, and a tearing stream was swung out, colliding with thousands of qi swords and producing a violent metal collision sound.

"This is a good opportunity to observe the strength of Angel Douluo and Eastern Emperor Douluo."

Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, Ning Fengzhi touched his chin, and the smile on his face revealed his strong interest.

The big battles between Titled Douluo are too few, ninety percent of the Titled Douluo on the continent are the elders of the Wuhun Palace, one force, naturally they will not do anything with each other, and the others, it is difficult to meet each other, where will there be a fight.

The last time the Title Douluo War was more than ten years ago, when Tang Hao killed Qianxun in the world.

Now the number one master of the Martial Spirit Palace, Angel Douluo Qiandao, has flowed out of the pass, just in time for the Eastern Emperor Douluo Ye Shiqiu to test his strength.

The Sect Master of the Blue Electric Overlord Sect, the Heaven Dou Emperor, the Star Luo Emperor, and the Sect Masters of the Lower Four Sects also had the same idea as Ning Fengzhi, and they all wanted to see the strength of these two people, compared to them, the battle in the Pope's Palace was ignored.

"Boom!"

Ye Shiqiu held the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, and fought dozens of moves with Qiandaoliu in the air, and then his body shook, and a sword stabbed him in the forehead, but he didn't expect a divine light to shoot out from the mark on his forehead, shaking him back.

"Angel Light!"

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, Qiandaoliu looked pious. He is the guardian of the angel god and the most faithful believer of the angel god, and he can borrow part of the power of the angel god at critical moments.

At night, Qiu stepped on the void and took more than a dozen steps back to stabilize his body, but the arm holding the sword of the Son of Heaven was shocked to a little numb, and when he saw the angel mark on Qiandaoliu's forehead, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

That was just now...... Power?

"Hexagram, set!"

Feeling that the current Qiandaoliu seemed to be different from just now, Ye Shiqiu did not hesitate to directly sacrifice the Liuhe Mirror, and a powerful light was released from the mirror, enveloping the Qiandaoliu into it.

"Little friend, do you think that the mere realm of bondage can trap the divine power of the angel god?"

Feeling the light of the Liuhe mirror frantically imprisoning him, a hint of ridicule appeared on the face of the old man.

The angel god is a first-class god, and he gave himself the angelic realm to let himself know his strength, and he didn't understand what the hexagram was, so he took this trick for granted in the realm of night and autumn.

Although he is only the guardian of the angel god, not a descendant, with the divine power of the angel god that is enough to break through the river Styx, even if there is only one point, it is not something that ordinary realm can compete with.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Shiqiu's face was as usual, as if he didn't hear Qiandaoliu's ridicule, turned into an aurora, and rushed towards Qiandaoliu who was fixed by the Liuhe Mirror, Nanming left the fire and attached himself to the sword of the Son of Heaven, and with a fierce swing, a flame sword slammed directly into him.

"Young man, you're too arrogant."

Qiandaoliu couldn't help but sigh when he saw Ye Shiqiu attacking, after the battle just now, he understood that Ye Shiqiu's strength was not much lower than his own, and he was old and healthy, maybe he was really not an opponent when he really fought, but now that he had shown that he had the power of some gods, he also took the initiative to attack.

I have to say, this kind of move is really stupid.

The angelic divine light condensed from the forehead of the thousand streams, and then erupted violently, colliding with the pillar of fire that Ye Shiqiu struck.

"Boom!"

Nan Ming's collision between the pillar of fire and the angelic divine light was extremely powerful, forming an extremely terrifying scene in the air, the red and white light split the sky into two, and the earth that was shocked by the powerful storm shook a little, and Ning Fengzhi and the others who were watching the battle below looked incredible.

Title Douluo ...... Can it really be that powerful?

"Huh, divine power?"

Seeing that although Qiandaoliu couldn't move, the mark on his forehead was like the eyes of Erlang God, shining at every turn, and the corners of Qiu's mouth raised a disdainful arc at night.

"You have divine power, and the emperor is not nothing, let you wait today to see the emperor's eight hundred years of demonic power!"

After speaking, Ye Shiqiu directly withdrew the Son of Heaven Sword and the Liuhe Mirror, put his hands behind his waist, and the whole person jumped up in the air, and the original purple fighting energy on his body was suddenly replaced by black demonic power, and his whole body was pitch black, like a demon god.

Qiandaoliu, who had lost his restraints, stared blankly at the black man in the sky with horror in his eyes.

Reacting to this, he hurriedly shouted towards Ning Fengzhi below and the others who ate watermelons.

"What are you still standing there stupidly for, hurry up and help me, attack together, haven't you seen it yet?"

"This man is a demon!"

Ning Fengzhi: "......"

Shrek's Seven Monsters: "......"

Night Autumn: "......"