In the center of the battlefield, Qian Ling Han exerted his strength, and the dark magic sword was shrouded in blood-red murderous aura.

"Sword Douluo, it's time to end."

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sound of shattering continued to sound, and the blood-colored Seven Killing Sword that Sword Douluo fused with the Seven Killing Sword, at the tip of the sword where it fought against Qian Linghan, cracks emerged one after another, and spread towards the entire Seven Killing Sword, and at the crack of the Seven Killing Sword, drop after drop of blood flowed out.

The dust heart is one with the human sword, and the body is fused with the sword, and the Seven Killing Sword is his body, and the Seven Killing Sword is broken and cracked, which represents him

Qian Linghan's dark demon sword transformed from soul skills could not compete with Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword, but his sword intent was above Sword Douluo.

The cracks in the Seven Killings Sword were still expanding, and although the dust heart in the sword was covered with cracks all over his body, his expression was extremely calm, and he was thinking about how to defeat Qian Ling Han and fight for a glimmer of life for Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

Sword Douluo looked at the five pairs of wings behind Qian Ling Han, and suddenly remembered that Qian Ling Han's martial soul was an angel, not a sword, and the sword in his hand was actually made of soul power, and he was no match for Qian Ling Han in the way of the sword, but his Seven Killing Sword rank would never be defeated by a weapon long sword with a 10,000-year soul ring.

This is the so-called playing game, the technique (kendo) is not as strong as the others, but the equipment (sword) is better than the opponent.

The crack of the Seven Kills Sword continued to expand, and it was about to spread to the whole body, just when everyone in the Martial Spirit Hall thought that Qian Ling Han was going to win, the sound of friction rose on the soles of Qian Ling Han's feet, and the whole person retreated, and the sword in his hand also sounded a clicking sound.

"This guy." Qian Linghan frowned slightly, the crack of the dark demon sword in his hand was constantly expanding, and Sword Douluo actually used brute force to win, wanting to rely on the equipment gap to win.

"It's a pity, my sword again, and your Seven Killing Sword won't last long."

"That's enough, as long as there's a chance."

Sword Douluo desperately pushed Qian Ling Han with all his might, and at the heel of Qian Ling Han, the earth where the two of them had been destroyed by their sword qi, there was a heel height gap, and as soon as Qian Ling Han's right foot slipped into it, the collision between the tip of the sword and the straight line of the tip of the sword was instantly broken.

"Right now!"

The body of the Seven Kills Sword, which was full of cracks, grazed the Dark Demon Sword until it reached Qianrenhan's throat.

"Brother!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Grandpa Sword killed him!"

A pillar of white light rushed out, and everyone in front of the Pope's Palace was stunned.

The picture returns, two-thirds of the wings of a pitch-black fall to the ground, behind Qianrenhan, the original five pairs of neat and symmetrical jet-black wings, the wings of the first row on the right side are broken in half, and this most of the wings is Qianrenhan's neck moving to avoid the Seven Killing Sword, and the Seven Killing Sword rushed out from the original route and pierced his wings.

"Twice, garbage soul technique, sooner or later you will be abolished." Qian Ling Han casually threw away the dark magic sword full of cracks, and his originally plain face condensed a layer of ice.

"Failed."

A trace of despair appeared on Sword Douluo's face, he originally thought that he had done everything he could, burning his life to kill Qian Ling Han, who had not used his martial soul true body and 100,000 years of soul skills, and took away Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, but only broke a piece of Qian Han's wings.

"Sword Douluo Chenxin, I'll give you respect."

As soon as the nine soul rings under Qianrenhan's feet and the wings behind him were closed, two brand-new 100,000-year soul rings appeared at his feet, and the blood-red light in his left hand surged, and the cloud-covered sky suddenly turned blood-red.

Under the gaze of everyone's widening pupils, a sword surrounded by two 100,000-year soul rings, about three feet long, blood-colored, and the whole body was filled with a bloody sword martial soul that was like a piercing murderous aura appeared in Qian Linghan's hand, the second martial soul, the Shura Sword.

Yu Xiaoan's eyes were dumbfounded: "Twin Martial Souls."

Xiao Wu's eyes burst with an astonishing look of hatred, the two 100,000-year soul rings on the blood sword martial soul were the two Ming Ming's.

"This sword!"

Sword Douluo's body was trembling, and he recalled that when his sword heart was destroyed, he entered another world, and saw the death spiral turned into a sword, and the appearance of the sword was exactly the same as the one in Qian Linghan's hand.

Qian Ling Han didn't have any nonsense this time, the Shura sword swung and slashed at Sword Douluo, the pure blood sword sword qi seemed to envelop the entire world, and time seemed to stand still.

When everyone came back to their senses, there was a pile of shattered blood-red metal blocks on the ground, of various sizes, the only intact thing was a sword hilt, and that sword handle was the hilt of the Seven Kills Sword.

Sword Douluo Chenxin, along with the Seven Killing Sword, died without a whole corpse, and his body was shattered.

"Uncle Jian!"

"Grandpa Sword!"

This time, Ning Rongrong's steps finally knew that he was moving, and he knelt down in front of the pile of blood-red metal lumps, and tears kept falling like pearls with broken threads.

"Ning Fengzhi, you gave birth to a good daughter." Qian Ling Han said lightly, how could he not see with his eyesight that Ning Rongrong had a deep affection for Tang San, so he would ignore Ning Fengzhi's words, ignore death, and use his body to block Tang San.

Even if you don't love me and see me as a friend, I love you and am willing to give my life to kill you and step on my corpse.

This beautiful love is really touching.

Hehehehehe

"Dad, Grandpa Sword has been." Ning Rongrong couldn't cry, and looked at Ning Fengzhi who came over with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were bloodshot, his facial features were distorted, and his hair was extremely messy.

Ning Fengzhi curled his legs, raised his crutches, and hit Ning Rongrong fiercely, roaring: "Evil obstacles, it's all you, it's all you, it's all you, it's all you who killed Uncle Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi waved the crutches with both hands and hit Ning Rongrong fiercely, and with a cane, Ning Rongrong who was kneeling on the ground was pulled to the ground, and the crutches in his hand were merciless and smashed on Ning Rongrong's body. Whether it's his thighs or his head, Ning Fengzhi, who is crazy, doesn't care so much at all, he has been carried away by anger, and every time he goes down, Ning Rongrong's fair skin is bruised.

Ning Fengzhi, who went crazy, is the most handsome, 24K pure handsome!

staged a wave of epic wonderful performances for the Wuhun Palace, and the father saw that his daughter was cheap, and picked up a long cane.

Ning Rongrong's miserable crying screams resounded throughout the square of the Pope's Palace, making people shudder.

Ning Fengzhi was finally an auxiliary soul master, his physical strength was not very good, and he was seriously injured by Qian Linghan's soul just now, and he only smoked Ning Rongrong seven or eight times before he gasped for breath.

"It's better not to leave offspring, especially female babies, humans born and raised in the Douluo Continent have problems in their bones."

Qian Linghan secretly commented, and when he saw that the play was finished, he raised the Shura Sword in his hand, ready to send Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong to the Western Heavens.

"Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, another figure rushed out in front of Shrek Academy, kneeling in front of Qian Linghan and kowtowing, and this person was naturally Oscar.

Oscar snorted three times and said: "Your Majesty the Pope, my name is Oscar, I am a food soul master full of innate soul power, I am willing to join the Martial Spirit Palace, please let Rong Rong and Sect Master Ning go."

A food-based soul master full of innate soul power!

Everyone in the Martial Spirit Hall was shocked, when was the food system born with innate soul power?

In today's mainland, the strongest food-based soul master is up to level 79 soul saint, or the result of the Wuhun Palace's best efforts to cultivate, if the food soul master who is full of innate soul power joins the Wuhun Palace, under the full cultivation of the Wuhun Palace, it will definitely become the first food-based Title Douluo in history, and the strength of the Wuhun Hall will have a qualitative leap.

"Life swears, slave."

Qian Ling Han put down the Shura sword and said lightly, the white-eyed wolf wants to join the Wuhun Palace, and he is only worthy of being a slave, and he feels that he doesn't trust the white-eyed wolf and the love brain. Oscar's astonishing speech, I only remembered him when I went to the Wuhun Hall to receive the Golden Soul Coins, and the speech that I didn't pay attention to the rest of the time was extremely loud.

Hearing this, Oscar's body trembled, Wuhun Hall is to let him be a slave who is driven by others and a cow and a horse.

"Xiao Ao."

There was a long bruise on his face, his skin was open, and his eyes were red and swollen, Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar in a daze, his beautiful eyes were in disbelief.

"Rongrong, no matter what you become, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart."

Oscar turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, his peach blossom eyes were full of love, in order for Rongrong to live, he Oscar gave Wuhun Hall a lifetime of slavery and spleen, what about being a cow and a horse.

"I, Oscar, swear with my life, as long as the Wuhun Hall is willing to let go of Sect Master Ning and Rongrong, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for the Wuhun Hall for the rest of my life, and a slave and a spleen." Oscar's voice echoed throughout the Martial Spirit Hall.

"Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong yelled, tears flowed from her eyes again, she didn't expect Oscar to be able to do this for him, the heart of six points three, four points of Oscar beat wildly, and moved wildly towards Oscar's position, and it became ten points in just an instant, and at the same time, the thick color of regret completely wrapped her heart.

If she had made a choice earlier, if she hadn't been hesitant about Oscar because of the rules of the sect, then everything would not have happened today, would Grandpa Sword not have died, and Oscar would not have been willing to be a slave of the Wuhun Hall for the rest of his life in order to save her.

Qian Ling Han turned around and put away the Shura Sword and walked towards Tang San, and said, "The back kitchen of the Martial Spirit Palace, a thousand sausages a day, I didn't finish the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect in one day."

"In this world, future generations of men and women should not have the best."

Combined with Oscar and Ning Rongrong's rebellious actions, Qian Linghan made a supplement, otherwise he was really worried that one of them would be killed directly if he met a licking dog and a white-eyed wolf.

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