Douluo: Miss Tang Sect, she blows up the audience

However, before the angel god could flutter his wings and walk away, he felt severe pain and an extremely biting chill coming from his back.

The golden feathers exploded, and red-gold blood spattered out.

The angel god immediately let out a scream and fell downwards.

The angel wings on his back were slashed with a knife mark, and there was demonic energy eroding above the knife mark.

Before Tang Qingxi could strike again, a huge purple-black sickle swept over him. Tang Qingxi immediately waved his sword to block it, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was thrown away and returned to the hands of the Rakshasa God.

The Rakshasa God looked solemn. Tang Qingxi's move actually made it difficult for him to react in time. In a two-on-one situation, the Angel God was injured so easily by Tang Qingxi.

The Rakshasa God's attack blocked Tang Qingxi's pursuit. The Angel God quickly endured the severe pain and fluttered its wings and flew away, turning around to look at Tang Qingxi with lingering fear.

The golden light shone from behind, and the Angel God wanted to heal the wound on his back, but the demonic energy lingering on the wound blocked the angel's divine power. Before he could activate more divine power, Tang Qingxi had already killed him again.

Between the Angel God and the Rakshasa God, Tang Qingxi could clearly sense that the Angel God was obviously the weaker one, so of course he would catch the weaker one first, deal with the Angel God, and then concentrate on dealing with the Rakshasa.

Another ray of purple light came from the Rakshasa God. Tang Qingxi dodged and chased the Angel God directly.

The angel god was still frightened. You must know that his angel wings have a defensive function, but he was injured by Tang Qingxi so easily.

Seeing Tang Qingxi approaching, Tang Qingxi's current strength was no small matter. He did not dare to take the God-killing Sword in his hand. Blind defense was obviously not suitable.

Then the front finger of the Angel Holy Sword in the hand of the Angel God burst out with intense golden light, and four golden sword lights flew out, crossed into a rice character in the air, and headed towards Tang Qingxi.

Tang Qingxi glanced at the Rakshasa god who was also preparing to attack, slightly hooked his lips, and slashed with the long knife in his hand. Wherever the blade passed, it was as if time and space were split, and a black line gradually unfolded.

"Extreme Yin Hell!" The extreme cold air in hell swarmed out from the black cracks and flew away against the angel's light.

The ultimate Yin Hell technique used after truly becoming a god is far more terrifying than the move used against Qian Daoliu after the martial souls were fused.

As soon as the cold air of hell collided with the angel's light slash, the angel god felt himself in a trance.

The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe cut by the Rakshasa God also approached Tang Qingxi at this time, but directly crossed Tang Qingxi. The afterimage of Tang Qingxi, who was attacked by the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, then dissipated.

The Rakshasa God's expression changed, and he looked around hurriedly. The angel's power collided with the cold air of hell. The aftermath of the divine power gradually disappeared, but the figures of the Angel God and Tang Qingxi were nowhere to be found.

"Domain?" The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in the hand of the Rakshasa God was slashing around, but it couldn't produce any effect. He was inevitably a little anxious.

Tang Qingxi obviously intends to defeat them one by one. Although she doesn't know how Tang Qingxi can pull the god into her domain so that she can't find it, but if she is given the chance to defeat the angel god, then there is a high probability that she will not be able to face Tang Qingxi alone.

Chances of winning.

A light mist surrounds the surroundings. Underfoot is the green and black land. The roadside is paved with blood-colored leafless flowers. A dark river flows beside you. There are no waves on the river, but only the souls of the innocent people struggling in pain.

There is a stone bridge in front of you, and the transparent souls are walking towards the bridge numbly, as if they are unconscious.

In front of the stone bridge, an old woman with gray hair stood behind a large pot, and the turbid soup in the pot was stirred by her.

The angel god only felt that his thinking had become slower. There seemed to be a mysterious force urging him to walk towards the stone bridge uncontrollably.

The old woman didn't even raise her head until she came to the old woman. A bowl suddenly appeared in her hand. She scooped a long spoon into the pot, filled a bowl of soup and handed it to the angel god.

The angel god subconsciously held the bowl and brought it to his mouth, his slow thinking still unable to realize what was going on.

His subconscious told him not to drink the bowl of soup, but his body was completely uncontrollable and he opened his mouth to drink the bowl of turbid soup.

Then the Angel God stepped onto the stone bridge, but unlike those souls that successfully passed the stone bridge, as soon as he stepped onto the stone bridge, the innocent souls struggling in the dark river below started to riot, struggling crazily and stretching out their hands, one by one.

He climbed up the stone bridge one by one and grabbed the angel god's feet.

"What kind of world is this?" The angel god wondered in his heart, and the crisis suddenly arose, and he struggled hard to control his body.

But at this moment, the stone bridge under his feet suddenly became like mud, making it difficult for him to move forward.

The next moment, the angel god was dragged directly into the dark river below by countless innocent souls. This river had no buoyancy. The angel god was barely able to control his body at this time, but he struggled to float and was drowned by countless innocent souls.

The hunched old woman on the shore straightened her back and transformed back into Tang Qingxi's appearance.

Tang Qingxi stood on the shore with an indifferent expression, looking at the group of innocent souls surging violently in the Wangchuan River.

The next moment, countless golden lights bloomed from it, and when those innocent souls came into contact with the golden light, they dissipated one by one at an extremely fast speed.

The Angel God finally mobilized his divine power, but not only did he not relax at this moment, he even became more solemn. He clearly felt that his divine power was far less than before.

Is it that bowl of soup just now?

Tang Qingxi's field is too weird.

The Angel God cannot understand where the ultimate move in this realm is, but he has already felt a lot of its weakening.

Even the Angel God felt that this realm had not been completely released. There was a fog behind the bridge and nothing could be seen, but it gave him an extremely ominous premonition.

But Tang Qingxi obviously had no intention of showing it, and she didn't even try her best to deal with him!

This realization made the angel god feel completely humiliated, and also made him extremely frightened.

The angel's divine power condensed into a ball around the angel god, and then exploded with a bang. All the innocent souls that had submerged him disappeared immediately, and the angel god fluttered its wings.

Just after getting out of the strange river, the angel god raised his eyes and saw Tang Qingxi standing on the bank holding a knife, and his heart suddenly sank.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He was no match for Tang Qingxi in the first place, and he has been weakened. Now he can only escape from the strange river, and he doesn't even know how to escape from this realm.

And the domain is undoubtedly Tang Qingxi's home field, so why should he fight Tang Qingxi?

As for the Rakshasa God, he must have spent a lot of time in the domain. Doesn’t the Rakshasa have the ability to break through this domain?

The Angel God places its weak hope on the Rakshasa God, but the Rakshasa God outside the realm is now confused and has nothing to do.

He was not a kind god. He couldn't find Tang Qingxi and the Angel God, so he thought of arresting Ning Fengqin and those people, fearing that he would not be able to force Tang Qingxi out.

But Tang Qingxi also had a backup plan. Countless sharp ice spikes were suddenly released when the Rakshasa God wanted to leave the airspace. The remaining demonic energy condensed into a barrier and enveloped the Rakshasa God. The barrier did not have any

The lethality is purely to trap the Rakshasa God.

The angel god in hell looked at Tang Qingxi on the bank with caution, thinking about how to escape, but the next moment, his back hurt again, and then a familiar knife tip came out from his chest.

The afterimages on the shore gradually dissipated, and the Angel God turned back in disbelief. Tang Qingxi looked at him expressionlessly, and decisively drew out the God-killing Sword in his hand.

Then the domain suddenly withdrew, and Angel God and Tang Qingxi returned to the airspace again.

The angel god subconsciously looked at his chest. There were no knife marks, but there was severe pain in that location, and a bone-chilling chill was spreading.

Tang Qingxi's time card was accurate. At this time, the Rakshasa God had just broken through the barrier formed by the demonic energy. He was a little surprised to see that the Angel God looked intact.

The angel god didn't know why, was it an illusion that Tang Qingxi stabbed him through the heart before? Why was the illusion so painful? It was impossible for Tang Qingxi to build such a weird realm just to scare him.

But seeing that Tang Qingxi was about to attack again with a knife, the angel god held his heart in both hands, and a huge angel shadow appeared behind him.

However, the divine light on the angel's shadow looked very dim. The Rakshasa God, who was about to take action, took a closer look and his eyes widened in surprise.

The angel god wanted to make a move, but felt that he was unable to do so. Looking back, he saw that there were cracks on the angel's shadow, and there was a knife mark that penetrated the heart of the shadow.

The angel god couldn't believe it. His throat moved, and golden blood spurted out. The angel's shadow shattered into countless pieces, and the angel god's aura quickly weakened.

"Why are you looking back? If you don't look back, you don't know anything. Maybe you can still attack me reluctantly." Tang Qingxi mocked mercilessly.

"What method is this?" The Angel God was puzzled as to why Tang Qingxi's series of methods after becoming a god were so strange.

That field actually directly hurts the soul.

But before Tang Qingxi could answer, the angel god could no longer hold on and fell powerlessly from the sky.

Tang Qingxi held the divine sword in his hand, and several sharp black lines came out from the tip of the sword, spread out, and converged towards the angel god.

When the Rakshasa God saw this, he swung out the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. The Angel God was not dead yet, so he had to find a way to save him. He didn't want to face Tang Qingxi alone.

It's just that those black lines spread in all directions, and the Rakshasa God can't stop them all.

At this time, the angel god was losing his strength and lost all means. He could only watch a few black lines coming quickly and passing through his heart.

The vitality in the body quickly disappeared as the black line passed through.

He never imagined that Tang Qingxi, after becoming a god, could deal with him so easily.

He was barely qualified to compete with Tang Qingxi, so he was defeated like this.

The Angel God couldn't help but regret a little, if he had known what he would do today with so many affairs in Douluo Continent.

Or why he didn't take advantage of Tang Qingxi's weakness to crush her to ashes in the first place.

How could I, a majestic angel and god, have come to such a dead end?

How terrible was the world Tang Qingxi once lived? How could such a being be born?

Tang Qingxi was high in the sky, watching the remaining divine light on the angel god's body gradually being eroded by the demonic energy, falling to the ground, scattered into countless golden fragments, and being swallowed up by the surrounding demonic energy.

Since then, the angel has fallen!