There was no suspense in the competition, Su Yang didn't watch too much, just glanced at the city tower, and then withdrew his gaze, his eyes were calm and indifferent.

One by one, Titled Douluo died under the Shura Demon Sword, these are all cultivated by the Wuhun Hall since childhood, and they have absolute loyalty to the Wuhun Palace, if they keep it, it will be a scourge sooner or later, Tang Chen knows it better than anyone else.

It was to mercilessly harvest the Titled Douluo, God, to slaughter the Titled Douluo, just like cutting leeks, and soon, they were slaughtered.

The Title Douluo, who was admired by tens of thousands of people, did not last long in the hands of this butcher.

A scorching blood light spurted out, this was the last Titled Douluo, Tang Chen did not use the Demon Seed Technique, he knew that until now, there was no need for that kind of Demon Clan Technique to manipulate people's hearts, the simplest killing could make people chill.

Standing with a sword, he looked like an invincible demon venerable immortal, and he was like a bloody Shura crawling out of hell.

Holding the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, looking at the battlefield in the sky, Tang Chen's eyes had already narrowed.

The divine war in the sky is still continuing, the Dao divine power is like an ancient thunderbolt across the sky, the golden light is splashed, the dusk Gu Yu bird, emitting bursts of wailing, the night covers the entire earth, and the war continues.

To Jin Chen's blood, ten thousand trees are yellow.

The trident that reaches to the sky, shining with golden light, is dazzling and beautiful. The colors of the entire sky were completely replaced by several divine powers, the golden dawn sun, the blood light filled the sky, and a huge wave swept out of the trident at a rapid speed, and was swallowed into the stomach by a phantom of the hell yaksha.

On the other side, Wan Ling was like a humanoid beast, and a pitch-black phantom appeared behind Wan Ling, raising his palm in Shanhe Town, punching out the eternal wither.

It was a terrifying beast shadow with two wings, the king of the fierce beasts, named Divine Rebellion!

It is a demon spirit in the primeval wilderness, and when it is born, it represents calamity.

In a trance, another fierce bird of prey replaced it, the slender feathers hung down obliquely on it, and the blue eyes of the fierce bird stared at the prey tightly, murderous aura, condensed into substance, condensed into swords, guns, swords, halberds, and condensed into the root of ten thousand laws.

Standing in the air, the fluff around the demon bird flashed with seven-colored streamers, and its wings spread, like a feather like a steel knife, splashing in the air, sticking to the ground, making a sonorous sound, like gold and iron.

Wan Ling's fist blasted out, without any fancy and skill, but even so, it forced Qian Ling Xue to retreat again and again.

Blood swords erupted from his mouth, and although they resisted again and again, their internal organs had already suffered heavy damage.

The power of qi and blood continued to burst out from his body, and the crimson light was not much worse than Tang San's Shura divine power!

But at this moment, a blood-red long sword silently shot from behind.

The god was restrained, but it burst out in an instant, rushing straight towards Qianyue.

Qian Lingxue's face was horrified, there was a little monster-like girl chasing and beating fiercely in front of her, and behind, there was also a god-level powerhouse who sneaked up.

Feeling that fierce aura, he turned back suddenly, but met Tang Chen's old, indifferent eyes.

At that moment, Qianyue's heart was extremely cold, but her eyes were very calm, and she could only welcome the relief of death.

I am afraid that I will not be able to repay my revenge in 100,000 years, recalling the scenes of the past.

Soon after he was born, his father fell under Tang Hao's Haotian Hammer, although it was because as the master of the Martial Spirit Palace, he coveted the 100,000-year soul power of the Blue Silver Emperor, but he really died in front of him.

And the enemy is none other than the Emperor Taishang of the current Haotian Empire!

When he was just four years old, his mother sent herself to the Heaven Dou Empire to be an undercover agent, alone, alone in a foreign land, and worried about the danger of being recognized.

Until many years later, I woke up in a nightmare, still with sweaty pillow towels.

It wasn't until the only grandfather in the world who was really good to him also fell into the hands of the Haotian Empire that Qian Ling Xue understood that without strength, he was nothing.

But even if you have the strength, heh, so be it.

Qian Lingxue laughed self-deprecatingly, did not resist, and let Wan Ling's punch smash into her chest, and flew upside down towards the Shura Demon Sword at an even more rapid speed.

A bright blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was waving goodbye to the whole world in a trance.

Bibi Dong, who was fighting with Tang San, felt the exclamation and turned his head suddenly, seeing such a picture, a picture that should have been white, symbolizing the most holy angel god between heaven and earth, at this moment, covered in blood, endless poignant.

"Nope." Bibi Dong exclaimed, his voice poignant.

Then he used the last trace of strength to force Tang San's trident back, and swept towards Qianyue in an instant.

Its speed even exceeds the limits of the gods.

Every emotion that transcends its limits will produce all kinds of incredible magical powers.

And those who can use this power correctly, Su Yang has also seen it, there is a sentence, Su Yang still remembers, "The power of the fox demon comes from the most affectionate!" ”

The speed in front of him is obviously beyond the limit that Bibi Dong can reach, and even surpasses it.

pushed Qianyue away, and he was stagnant in mid-air because of the force of the shock.

Looking at the long sword that came from the burst, Bibi Dong even brought a hint of a smile, brushed his messy hair, and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

She hates the world and everyone, but at this moment, she realized that she still has love, something she wants to protect, and it is family affection? It's kind of right, but the stubbornness she was born with made her attribute this feeling to debt, and she owed too much.

Owed to everyone.

owed the master's emotional debt and owed Qianrenxue a beautiful childhood.

She will not talk about her suffering when she meets people like Xianglin's sister-in-law, but she will fight, strive to reach the top, and strive for unparalleled strength.

She knew that the moment she was crowned emperor, all of them would close their mouths and look at her with the highest respect, whether it was true or false, at least on the surface, they would praise their high reputation.

Bibi Dong is convinced that strong strength is the absolute guarantee.

Even if you get yourself to this kind of person who is not a ghost or a ghost, he will not hesitate to do it.

The last brushing of your hair can be regarded as a decent farewell to yourself, and it can be regarded as giving the world the best Bibi Dong.

"Mom."

A voice made the corners of Debi Dong's eyes completely moist, and he turned his head suddenly, and through the hazy tears, he saw Qianyue who was already teary-eyed.

Bibi Dong smiled, and big tears continued to flow from her hideous gaze.

When the blood-red color faded, Bibi Dong's eyes saw the whole world, full of devastation, and the blood-colored long sword!

Bibi Dong had never felt that time had passed so long, and it was enough for her to recall her life and all the things back then, but the pain that touched her heart was decades and no one could read it.

A long sigh came from a distance, and the void in front of Bibi Dong trembled slightly, and a small black hammer suddenly appeared, and with a bang, it smashed the Shura Demon Sword away, and after Bibi Dong's eyes were closed, he took away a strand of her long hair.

(End of chapter)