Douluo: My Spirit Is a Spirit Ring

"Xiao Wu! Do you want me to die?"

"Do you know how much my heart hurts?"

Seeing Xiao Wu attacking frantically with the magic sickle, Tang San's inner pain couldn't be further increased, his voice was sorrowful, and he kept shouting, trying to get Xiao Wu to stop.

"Then you know how painful it was for me when you killed my mother?"

Xiao Wu clenched her silver teeth and didn't talk nonsense to Tang San at all. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand became more and more easy to use, especially Xiao Wu's soft bone melee spirit skill, when used with the Demon Scythe, its lethality increased dramatically.

In addition, Xiao Wu did not hesitate to waste her divine power, and frantically activated teleportation skills.

Xiao Wu's is simply a terrifying god of death with a sickle, and strange and gorgeous death arcs are drawn out, even if Tang San activates the Purple Demon Eye and the ghost shadows, it will become more and more difficult to resist.

puff! ~~~

Another muffled sound of the magic sickle piercing the body came out.

Tang San groaned, a row of ribs was directly cut off by the magic sickle.

"Little dance!~~~"

Another line of blood and tears flowed from Tang San's eyes, but his affectionate and mournful voice was exchanged for an even colder and more ruthless magic sickle blade.

"Be careful!"

Sword Douluo couldn't stand it anymore, at this rate, Tang San would be chopped to death.

Sword Douluo swings the Seven Killing Sword in his hand and slashes at the Demon Scythe, wanting to bring Tang San back directly.

"roll!"

Xiao Jiu's face was gloomy, he was watching a good show, how could he tolerate being disturbed, and directly threw Sword Douluo a spirit ring martial spirit, so that his nine rings became eight rings.

Then he kicked Sword Douluo in the face, and with a click, Sword Douluo's nose was directly kicked off, and two nosebleeds spewed out.

"Old Sword!" Bone Douluo exclaimed, and hurriedly went to check Sword Douluo's injuries. He took a breath of cold air when he saw it, and Sword Douluo's face had another purple-black shoe print.

"It's terrifying, is this the difference between a man and a god? Uncle Jian is instantly defeated by one move."

Ning Fengzhi clicked his tongue, Sword Douluo was blessed by God, and he had reached the peak of level 99, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to make a single move in Xiao Jiu's hands.

Sword Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted angrily, "This old man is going to kill that stinky boy!"

The sword energy on his body is vertical and horizontal, just like a killing blow, the human and the sword are one.

This move can explode all the power of his body, and then burn the divine power bestowed by the gods. Sword Douluo believes that he can kill a god with one sword!

"Uncle Jian, don't be impatient!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his eyes stern.

Even though Sword Douluo was extremely angry, if Ning Fengzhi ordered him as the sect master, he would have to listen. This was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the sect master possessed supreme authority.

"Sect Master, are you just looking at it like this?" Sword Douluo was not reconciled.

"If the gods don't take action, we can only die, and I won't do it!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San being madly hacked by Xiao Wu, calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

puff! ~~

There was another sound of the magic sickle cutting into the body.

Tang San's one arm was also cut off, he was gasping for breath, his lips were purple, his eyes were sunken, like an evil ghost, "Xiao Wu! Do you really have the heart to let me die?"

"I can't bear it!"

Xiao Wu's eyes were sharp, her body curved in an inconceivable arc, and the magic sickle she was holding slashed towards Tang San's head at an even weirder angle.

This blow, Tang San had nowhere to hide.

Seeing that the scythe was about to pierce Tang San's head, an arrogant figure descended from the sky, punching the scythe, smashing the scythe and Xiao Wu into the air.

Then one after another silhouettes landed, surrounding Tang San, there were eight in total, the gods where the God of Destruction sat down.

God of arrogance, God of emotions, God of jealousy, God of greed, God of gluttony, God of laziness, God of anger, God of desire.

And it was the God of Arrogance who smashed Xiao Wu into the air.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, welcome the gods!"

Ning Fengzhi immediately paid homage to him, and Sword Douluo and the others followed suit.

"Welcome to the gods!"

Then, Emperor Xue Ye, Emperor Xingguan, Prince Xuebeng and others all knelt on the ground, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces, and the gods finally came.

Xiao Wu was injured by the power of the god, and the magic sickle flew out. She was about to lift the magic sickle to fight again, but the arrogant god stretched out his hand and sucked the magic sickle into his hand.

Xiao Jiu quickly stopped Xiao Wu, his eyes were extremely excited, and finally waited for the gods to come, and this time there were even eight.

"Martial Soul Avatar, War Halo!"

With a wave of Xiaojiu's hand, five black spirit rings appeared at the feet of five of the eight gods.

"It turns out that the limit of your war halo is five!" The corner of the God of Pride raised his mouth with disdain.

Bibi Dong's mouth curled into a smile, this arrogant guy on the opposite side is really deceiving!

Xiao Jiu stretched out her hand and shook it, the dark soul ring divine pattern between her brows burst out with divine power, and then five black divine lights shone on the five gods.

"The first magic skill, the evil ring of speed!"

"Second magical skill, the evil ring of divine power!"

"The third magic skill, defend against the evil ring!"

"The fifth magical skill, the evil ring of power!"

"The sixth magic skill, the evil spirit ring!"

"go to hell!"

The speed of Xiao Jiu's body suddenly exploded, and he punched the God of Arrogance with one punch.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the eight gods worked together to set up a divine power barrier, they actually pulled Tang San and ran back.

"Boy, you are getting married today, we will let you enter the bridal chamber first, and we will fight another day!"

The god of greed laughed, and the gods didn't want to fight Xiao Jiu at all, so they ran away!

Xiao Jiu looked stunned after breaking the barrier. He didn't dare to chase, because he was afraid that the enemy would move his tiger away from the mountain. If he was led away and a few gods raided Wuhun City, it would be bad.

"Alright, I'll go back and get married first."

Xiao Jiu laughed, since it has already arrived, don't believe you won't come to attack?

"Xiao Wu, let's go back first, Tang San can kill anytime."

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Wu nodded, then took Xiao Jiu's arm, and said leisurely: "Xiao Wu is very obedient, go back and marry Jiu Ge."

"No!~~" Tang San roared, how could he let Xiao Jiu go?

He roared at the eight gods: "Quick, kill Xiao Jiu, don't let them enter the city! Xiao Wu can't marry him, Xiao Wu is mine!"

"You have eight gods, plus I'm nine, are you still afraid of him alone?"

The arrogant god's face turned cold, and when he raised his hand, he slapped Tang San's face with a slap in the face. This slap was so hard that Tang San's teeth flew out several times.

His face slid directly against the ground, which was extremely miserable.

Ning Fengzhi and the others were stunned, looking at the eight gods in disbelief, wondering who they belonged to?

At this time, I heard the arrogant God say with a look of disgust:

"Tang San, what are you?"

"Dare to order us and question us? Do you think you are my adult?"

"What we give you is yours. What we didn't give you, how dare you ask for it? Thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace!"