Douluo's death sickle

Over at Yueguan, Bibi Dong's clone was defeated immediately, and he was clutching his chest and coughing out blood. He was obviously seriously injured.

On Shrek's side, because the two Titled Douluo were both top-notch experts, the scope of the explosion was controlled to be quite small. They did not suffer any damage, but were just a little tired.

At such a movement, the entire Papal Palace was shaking, and the dome was already covered with cracks, dust, and gravel, which were constantly falling downwards.

Looking at Xue Yu and the others, Aunt Rou had already teleported to Bibi Dong when she left the battle circle. Now was the best time to escape.

"Aunt Rou, you go first..." Xue Yu turned his back to the three of them, facing the pair of cannibalistic eyes in the field.

"Xiao Yu, now is the time..." Aunt Rou didn't understand why Xue Yu didn't take advantage of this moment to leave together. The other party was disabled, but that didn't prove that they could fight back.

"Aunt Rou... let's go first..." Zhu Zhuqing was closest to Xue Yu, and she could feel him shaking. It was an emotion she had never felt in this man before. He was afraid.

"I understand." Aunt Rou narrowed her eyes, and under Xiao Wu's puzzled gaze, she pulled her and teleported away.

"Teacher..." Xue Yu shifted his gaze to Gui Mei. Under the expression of the other person's unknown emotion, he pushed Zhu Zhuqing over and said, "Take her away."

"Rain of blood!" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Xue Yu in confusion until her body was caught by the ghost.

"No one of you can even think of leaving!" A sacred and majestic voice echoed in the Pope's Palace. At some point, high in the hall, a handsome-looking man with six wings on his back appeared there.

The light of the holy angels falls down, as if blessing this messy land.

"Grand Enshrinement..." All the Titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace recognized the person. He was the most powerful ninety-ninth-level Titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, Qian Daoliu.

"The old guy is finally willing to come out..." A flash of anger flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. If the old guy comes out, then Xue Yu is really dead.

Why do I still feel a little unhappy?

The ghost opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He just showed a wry smile, and that's it...

"You can't stop me..." Xue Yu calmed down the intimidation from the opponent's bright martial spirit and took out six sarcophagi from the soul guide stone.

Everyone's eyes widened, are you still coming?

Even Qian Daoliu couldn't help but frown, endlessly, right?

"Ten sarcophagi are missing from the Douluo Palace, and it's your fault." Qian Daoliu's voice was calm, without any emotion. It just matched his sacred aura, giving people a feeling of the arrival of a god.

Xue Yu didn't answer, just smiled coldly, and the six sarcophagi opened simultaneously, and six titled Douluo came out. Each of them had nine soul rings, and the soul power pressure formed was not inferior to the thousands of Dao in the sky. flow.

"The strong aura of death..." Qian Daoliu squinted his eyes. Xue Yu gave him a very bad feeling. This was the mutual repulsion between the seraph spirit and the death scythe.

"Take her away."

"I still like the way you called me teacher just now." The ghost smiled casually. He didn't think there was a chance to escape. In front of the old guy, I'm afraid he could only teleport from a long distance.

Xue Yu turned her head and glanced at the ghost, her cold eyes filled with soul-piercing impact.

"Uh..." Gui Mei swallowed. He actually felt that his disciple was more terrifying than Qian Daoliu when he started to act violently.

"I don't..." Zhu Zhuqing wanted to struggle, she could die with Xue Yu.

"You will only get in the way if you stay." The ghost's words shut up Zhu Zhuqing, and at the same time gave her the illusion that Xue Yu could leave.

Watching Gui Mei and Zhu Zhuqing walking towards the exit, Qian Daoliu raised his hand and shot out a golden holy sword, aiming at the two of them.

A titled Douluo puppet instantly appeared under the golden holy sword, opened his mouth, and ate the holy sword in one bite.

The golden holy light exploded in the body of this Titled Douluo puppet, and the battle between the black death energy and the golden holy light directly blew his body into pieces.

The Ultimate Douluo's Ping A killed a Titled Douluo puppet instantly, which made people who had only heard about it but never seen the Ultimate Douluo take action fell into a daze.

Xue Yu also didn't expect Qian Daoliu to be so strong. It seemed that he could only release Tang Hao and fight to the death.

But before that, let’s collect some interest.

Xueyu waved his arm, and the five remaining titled Douluo puppets in front of him flew towards various places in the Pope's Palace. Even if they die today, they will be buried with the entire Pope's Palace.

"Stubborn!" Qian Daoliu's figure flashed and appeared in front of a titled puppet. He raised his hand and slapped the opponent's chest with a palm. The rich sacred power purified the puppet that was about to self-destruct. Finally,

Only a gorgeous robe was left floating on the ground.

At this moment, the ghost pulled Zhu Zhuqing and fled far away.

Qian Daoliu didn't panic and hit another flat A, and the golden holy sword chased the two of them.

Xue Yu jumped into the air, and the Death Scythe turned into a giant scythe, slashing towards the golden holy sword.

clang……

The golden holy sword was shattered into pieces and turned into dots of starlight, while Xueyu spat out blood and flew out heavily.

Qian Daoliu has no time to care about Xue Yu's life and death at the moment. There are still four titled Douluo puppets waiting for him to deal with.

At Qiandaoliu's speed, if he wanted to catch up with Gui Mei and the others, he could let them run for an hour first.

As for the two soul beasts who used teleportation to escape, it was a bit difficult to deal with. Their auras could not be found, and their whereabouts could not be tracked at all.

But it doesn't matter, those are not things he should worry about. It is enough for Wuhun Palace to have the Pope.

As for the kid with the aura of death, just wipe it out.

Almost in an instant, Qian Daoliu cleared the other four mobile bombs, and then executed the culprit of all this.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu smiled. With the blow he had just made, the boy actually followed the inertia of being hit and escaped.

But, can you escape?

Qian Daoliu didn't catch up. A small soul emperor was not worth his efforts.

"The Blade of Judgment!"

As Qian Daoliu raised his hand and pointed at the figure that was still escaping in the distance, the golden soul power condensed into a golden giant sword exuding a sacred aura, locked it, and fired.

The golden giant sword cut through the air like a meteor, rubbed against the air, burned, and continued to grow in size as it burned.

Everyone in Wuhun City saw a golden giant sword standing high in the sky, flying towards a black shadow the size of an ant.

The dazzling light exploded like the scorching sun, shrouding the world in holy golden light. No one knew who was swallowed by the golden light. They only knew that another evil demon had been eliminated.

Graves, tombstones, sickles, crows, familiar scenes, familiar smells, no, it seems to be daytime this time.

"Glory? It's a long-lost feeling, but I don't like it..."

The man who crawled out of the grave finally said something different, and with a wave of his hand, the world turned dark again.