Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Hun Zhan took out a pale green one-handed sword that didn't look sharp, like a toy sword made of wood by a child.

Xiao Zhan's sight stayed on his weapon for two seconds, and then he lost sight of the two people.

There was a violent energy fluctuation in the sky. He and Hun Xiao were protected by Hun Qiu and didn't need to face the impact of the energy head-on, so it might not be as intuitive as others.

However, judging from the dense space cracks in the sky and the rocks that were constantly turning into powder, they had a very fierce confrontation from the beginning.

Hun Zhan's figure suddenly appeared, and he slashed forward with a green sword light.

Hun Jing appeared on the other side, stretched out his right hand, formed a huge black energy palm, grabbed the sword light, and then continued forward.

Hun Zhan's figure suddenly split into countless, each of which seemed to be no different from the real body. They dispersed and avoided the soul mirror's aura lock, and then immediately gathered together, condensing into a slightly panting figure.

At their level, the skills and fighting techniques they practiced are basically top-notch, and their fighting skills and awareness are not particularly bad, so there is almost no possibility of any cross-level battle... unless some unconventional secret methods are used.

Hun Zhan was at a disadvantage in the previous confrontation. He was not disappointed, but reminded: "Senior Hun Jing, you must be careful next time."

"Come on, let me see what kind of growth and progress you have made." Hun Jing's old voice revealed a hint of expectation.

Hun Zhan's expression suddenly became extremely serious, and his eyes became solemn.

He swung forward from bottom to top, and when the wooden sword moved forward, he let go of his hand, and the wooden sword flew out of his hand and shot forward.

"Barrier Soul Sword!"

A strange wave rippled from the sword, and misty light and shadow emerged, making Hun Jing confused for a moment.

Hun Zhan had already taken out the second sword at this moment. This was a purple-gold short sword, and dragon scales were faintly visible on the sword.

He thrust forward with the sword in one hand, and the short sword also left his right hand and flew out.

"Soul Prison Sword!"

The space began to solidify, and the cracks caused by their fight also healed quickly. The soul mirror seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and all the movements became slow.

Huan Zhan panted and took out the third sword, which was a colorful giant sword, which was very similar in appearance to the sword carried by Hun Dan.

Seeing this scene, Hun Qiu and Hun Dan's eyes lit up, and they knew what Hun Zhan was going to do next.

Hun Zhan held the sword with both hands and threw it out again.

"Soul Devouring Sword."

A force that seemed to be able to devour everything emerged from the sword.

The three swords were suspended in three directions in the sky, forming a huge formation.

A huge ancient tree appeared behind the dark green wooden sword, the purple-gold short sword turned into a entrenched Taixu ancient dragon, and the last colorful sword turned into a colorful swallowing sky python with a dark and huge mouth.

He used these three special swords to perform a simplified version of the sword formation that can only be performed by the three sword masters working together!

Hun Zhan looked at the soul mirror trapped in the formation with a big smile on his face:

"These three swords have exhausted my efforts. They are made of the branches of the ancient Bodhi tree, the magic core of the ninth-level Taixu ancient dragon, and the magic core of the ninth-level seven-color swallowing sky python.

"Some time ago, the dark snake veins where the Nine Netherworld Python clan lived changed. I went to investigate. I was lucky enough to encounter the remains of an ancient swallowing sky python, which perfected this move. "

A trace of surprise appeared on Hun Jing's old face, and his expression became solemn. He really felt a strong threat from this sword formation.

He took a deep breath, and his breath became stronger. He opened an explosive secret method with not serious side effects, and at the same time, his hands quickly formed complex and mysterious hand seals.

Silver cracks appeared on Hun Jing's hands, like traces of broken mirrors. He praised:

"It's a very powerful move, but I don't know if it can block my move... Shattering Realm Hand Seal!"

A cracked silver palm pressed towards Hun Zhan. Wherever it passed, the space shattered inch by inch, and the cracks began to spread around, revealing a void with colorful colors flowing in the black.

Hun Zhan smiled and said, "I still have a sword in my hand..."

As he said that, he raised the last slender straight sword in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Soul-Destroying Sword! "

A sword thrust forward, everything melted away, under this sword light, it seemed that nothing could exist. From the sword formation formed by the three swords, new sword shadows continued to merge into it, making the sword light more and more sharp and more and more vast.

On the highest mountain of the Soul Clan, a pair of extremely bright eyes stared at this scene, with a rare look of admiration in their eyes.

The sword light melted the silver giant hand covered with cracks like a broken mirror, and rushed towards the Soul Mirror without slowing down.

The Soul Mirror wanted to dodge, but the surrounding space seemed to be solidified.

Is it the influence of the Soul Prison Sword? Such a thought flashed through his mind.

Just when the sword light was about to hit the Soul Mirror, a ghost-headed sword slashed the void, a dark and gloomy light shattered the misty light and shadow, and a black energy palm suddenly appeared in front of him, extinguishing the much weakened sword light.

The Soul Mirror left the battle, stared at the three swords of different shapes floating in the sky with a cold sweat on his face, and then returned to calm.

He said with a complex tone, with a bit of relief and a bit of disappointment: "I lost."

"Tsk, the reputation of our four demon saints is about to be surpassed." Hunsha's body was full of evil spirit, and he said in a rather unhappy tone.

"Why don't you go up and fight him?" Hunjing said.

Hunsha was silent. He knew that Hunjing had used all his means except those desperate means with great side effects. The strength of the four demon saints was almost the same, and if he went up, the result would probably be the same.

Hunjing sighed: "I was caught off guard by his move, but even if I knew his trump card in advance, I could only hold on a little longer... Hehe, they have really grown up."

Hunzhao put away the sword formation, rarely put away his unremarkable look, and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Senior Hunjing."

As the battle came to an end, figures flew up from the mountain one after another and dispersed to various places. Xiao Zhan was shocked to find that there were many more powerful people watching around than he had estimated at the beginning.

These were just what he saw, and there should be many eyes secretly spying on this place.

The complacency that he had felt because of the Xiao family's growing strength disappeared without a trace, replaced by a mountain of pressure.

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In the depths of the energy-surging void, Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a black classical robe, stroked his monocle and smiled: "Formation... Interesting. I have to study it when I have time."

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The turmoil in the soul world has not yet subsided. Although the "Three Sword Saints" are the hidden power of the soul clan, their existence is not a secret in the soul world.

It's just that most people don't know that their strength is enough to rival the four demon saints... Even those spectators at the Dou Zun level are the same. The battle between the seven-star Dou Sheng has exceeded their cognition. They only know that the three sword saints are strong, and the four demon saints are stronger!

After all, the three souls of the miasma were defeated repeatedly before, and it seemed more like they were using this as a means of training.

The Four Demon Saints did not seem like challengers, but rather old predecessors who guided the younger generation... in fact, it was almost the same.

But this time, the ending was different.

The onlookers all had a feeling of witnessing history. They personally felt the changing times... Even the Four Demon Saints who were so powerful that they overpowered the ancient tribes would be replaced one day. While they were feeling emotional, they also had more respect for Emperor Hun Tian and Void Devouring Flame.

The former had been in charge of the Soul Clan for thousands of years and had not declined, while the latter had been protecting the Soul Clan for thousands of years and continuing their bloodline power.

Just as they left one after another with various thoughts, a plain but extremely clear voice rang in everyone's ears:

"The result of today's battle must not be revealed by anyone, including the descendants of the clan."

This was the voice of Emperor Hun Tian!

Everyone stopped at the same time, turned around, faced the direction of the highest peak, bowed slightly, and responded respectfully:

"Yes, clan leader."

Hun Zhan came to Xiao Zhan's side, his face was a little pale, and the move just now was also a great consumption for him.

After taking a few breaths, he said to Xiao Zhan with a boastful face: "See, I didn't embarrass you... I beat that old guy, and my sister's status is definitely worthy of Brother Yan."

Xiao Zhan thought that this was what the Amon clone had discussed with Hun Zhan before, so in order not to reveal the truth, he had to hum and ah to agree.

In addition, he was also a little worried that if he didn't stabilize this guy, the other party would go directly to the Black Horn Region to harm Xiao Yan... There is no strong man in the Xiao clan who can match him now.

So Xiao Yan's marriage was officially finalized.

"By the way, Dad, when is the right time? How about choosing a wedding date for them?" Hun Zhan said with a smile.

"Ah? Wedding date?" Xiao Zhan had a headache.

If I had known, I would not have established a spiritual connection with this Amon clone. What a mess!

But now that he knew about this, he couldn't just walk away.

He hesitated for a while and said tentatively: "Or, let's talk about it later. The child is still young."

Although he wanted to hold a grandson and was looking forward to Xiao Yan having children, if the woman was from the Soul Clan... the Soul Clan... it didn't seem impossible!

If Yan'er was more motivated, maybe he could have brought the Soul Owl over, and then used it to influence the position of the Soul Miasma.

As a family head, for the sake of the family's interests, he didn't mind using some less fair means, and this was called reciprocity!

The Soul Clan could use the Soul Owl as a bargaining chip to win over their father and son, so why couldn't he use Xiao Yan as a bargaining chip to incite the Soul Miasma brothers and sisters?

Thinking about it, Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up.