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Luochuan stood on the steps not far in front of Douma, quietly watching Douma's broken arm recover as before.

"It's time to end it. It's just a waste of time to continue."

Luochuan said softly, not knowing whether he was talking to Douma or to himself.

When Douma heard this, a tremor from the depths of his soul suddenly spread all over his body.

He had felt this way once before, when he first met Lord Muzan.

Douma gently waved his fan, and the imperceptible fine ice crystals floated into the mountains and forests.

The situation was too different from what he expected. Luochuan, who had entered a transparent state, was not someone he could hold back at all. He had to change his plan.

Rely on the clone to leave here and destroy the village first.

""Don't use a trick a second time if you've used it once."

Luochuan's words had just fallen.

Golden lightning streaked across the sky, as if a meteorite had fallen from the sky, and instantly fell on the ice crystals released by Douma.

The light of the lightning was blazing and dazzling, accompanied by a huge roar, and the entire valley seemed to be shaken by thunder.

The ice crystals shattered into countless small pieces under the bombardment of lightning, and the ice crystal fragments drew a gorgeous arc in the air and splashed everywhere.

The power of this lightning was extremely powerful, heating up the surrounding air, making the chill in the mountains and forests seem to dissipate instantly.

The huge ice wall was also destroyed by the power of lightning, turning into a piece of broken ice and the aftermath of thunder.

Douma watched his methods being ruthlessly shattered by Luochuan, and his heart sank.

Not only has the opponent's strength greatly improved, but even his insight and perception have also been significantly improved.

When he was traveling in Guo, he used ice crystals to leave, and the opponent didn't notice it at all, but now.....

""You are the first witness of my breathing type, you are very lucky."

After saying that, Luochuan's eyes were covered with a faint red-gold color in the blink of an eye.

The sky suddenly changed, and golden thunders appeared out of thin air like the wrath of the gods, cutting through the sky and deafening.

The thunder hovered around Luochuan, as if it was bowing down.

Not only that, at the edge of the thunder, the flame was burning like a raging fire.

This is not an ordinary flame, but a red-gold flame, emitting hot energy and scorching heat.

The flames surrounded the thunder, forming a spectacular and terrifying scene, and the hot breath came to the face.

The eye-catching movement made Yuhu and Wuyilang tacitly stop the battle in their hands.

Looking at Luochuan, who was like the god of thunder, Yuhu's mouth on both sides of his cheeks His mouth opened slightly.

What's going on? Is this still Luochuan? It's not like he hasn't killed swordsmen with the Breath of Thunder. Not to mention swordsmen, he's even killed the Sound Pillar.

But compared to Luochuan's current state, those swordsmen who use the Breath of Thunder are like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon. They can't be compared at all.

Yuhu's mouth was dry. Can Lord Douma really handle it?

He didn't know, but he knew clearly now that if he stood in Lord Douma's position.

No matter how many pots he put on this mountain today, they will all be reduced to ashes in this scene.

This is not an exaggeration, but Yuhu's most real experience when he saw Luochuan in his current state.

Luochuan now is like a god!

Muichiro opened his eyes slightly wide on the side, and there was a trace of confusion in his light blue pupils.

"Strong breathing type...."

Although Wuyilang didn't care about anything except his lord and killing ghosts, the scene before him made him not care.

He might not be able to feel the horror of this breathing type, but judging from the might of Luochuan's initial attack, there was no need to speculate too much about the power of this breathing type.

""Thunder and Fire Breathing Type 1·Thunder Prison!"

As Luochuan's Sun Wheel Sword was swung out, a low roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

Thunder and fire complemented each other, forming a magnificent and terrifying scene.

Thunder hovered around Luochuan, like a group of mighty beasts, paying tribute to their master, showing unparalleled majesty and power.

Each lightning exudes violent energy, as if to turn the entire valley into ashes.

And the flames burned like a raging fire, releasing endless heat and energy.

Thunder and flames complemented each other, forming a monstrous scene that enveloped the entire back mountain forest.

The sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart, and the intertwined light of thunder and fire shone in the air, burning like the fire of hell.

Looking at the hell-like scene coming, Douma's face was as dark as ink.

Five imperial sons waved out, and blood demon arts were swung out from the fan one after another.

Blood demon art·Frozen Cloud, Withered Garden Chui Xue, Man Lianhua, Cold White Princess, Mist Ice·Snow Lotus Bodhisattva....

Douma used almost all of his blood demon arts, and Miko followed Douma's movements and used blood demon arts continuously.

For a moment, an ice field was formed within a ten-meter radius of Douma, and the cold was chilling.

However, this biting cold hit the Thunder Prison, which was as fragile as snow under the scorching sun.

It melted instantly without causing any hindrance to it.

The Thunder Prison gradually wrapped and shrank Douma's ice field, and as the contraction intensified, the iron fan in Douma's hand waved faster and faster.

He was still struggling, but he was the chosen one.

There were so many people waiting for him to save, and they hadn't enjoyed the real paradise yet, how could he die?

The painful groans of those believers, those poor people, rang in Douma's ears.

At this moment, Douma actually sensed emotions he had never felt before.

It was a mixture of unwillingness and doubt.

"Goodbye, Douma."

Luochuan's familiar and cold voice appeared, making Douma's eyes focus slightly.

What kind of eyes is this? There is no anger, no hatred, only calmness.....Douma was a little confused.

But the doubt only lasted for a moment, and he found that his vision began to flip.

As his vision flipped, his consciousness began to blur and disappear quickly.

When Douma's head fell to the ground, the mountains and forests suddenly became quiet.

Yuhu looked at Luochuan's back with fear.

Lord Douma was dead, just like that.

Luochuan only used two moves, and Lord Douma, who was the second upper string, died?!

Even Lord Douma couldn't resist, so what about himself? ? ?

Yuhu looked around, it was obviously all mountains and forests, but he couldn't see his way to escape.

Comparing speed with Luochuan?

At Luochuan's current speed, Luochuan would chop him into pieces in the blink of an eye.

What should I do? ? Yuhu's smooth back couldn't stop sweating.

When executing this plan, he never thought that this would happen.

In his opinion, three upper string demons carrying out a mission to destroy the swordsmith village was as casual as an elephant stepping on an ant.

But now, all expectations collapsed under Luochuan's knife.

It was indeed as simple as an elephant crushing an ant, except that they were the ant.

When did the relationship between the upper-rank demons and the pillars become like this?

Is this kid a monster?