Douluo's first sword

"How is it possible?! This little beast has stepped into the grave, and he can still come back to life?!"

Salas was frightened and noticed Fang Xuan's vicious scarlet eyes, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, as if being stared at by a vicious wolf, making him restless.

Let the killing begin…

A long-suppressed feeling quietly sounded in my heart.

Fang Xuan's whole body was burning with murderous aura, and the wings of the sky spread out behind him. He flapped his golden wings vigorously, and his whole body turned into a bolt of lightning across the void, and he frantically killed Salas at the VIP table!

"Come...someone! Kill Fang Xuan for me!"

Salas's eyelids were twitching wildly as he looked at the murderous Fang Xuan. For some reason, he felt a sense of fear in his heart and quickly commanded the powerful men from the Spirit Hall around him to surround and suppress Fang Xuan!

"How dare you, boy?!!"

The three cardinals roared angrily and rose up in vain. The seven soul rings around their bodies shone brightly, and their true martial souls opened, and they charged towards Fang Xuan like tigers and leopards.

"Get away!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were dazzling, and his black hair was dancing wildly. He used the Blue Silver Emperor to immobilize the three of them. His whole body was bathed in thunder. He punched three times in a row and blasted three Soul Saint level cardinals to pieces. Blood and bones flew everywhere!

"Oh my God! Let Fang Xuan blow up three soul saints with his bare hands? This is really outrageous!"

"Incredible, what a powerful force this is!"

"Fang Xuan is fully resurrected!"

Everyone was shocked, the whole place was boiling, and noises sounded from all directions.

Who could have expected that Fang Xuan, who had been reduced to a prisoner, could actually come back to life, return to his peak state all of a sudden, and start killing everyone in front of the Pope's Palace!

Under Jiuxin Haitang's terrifying healing ability, Fang Xuan's injuries recovered instantly and he returned to the Soul Saint level. He has six martial soul avatars and a hundred thousand year soul ring. His true strength is enough to rival ordinary people. Titled Douluo!

In addition, after being tempered in prison, his understanding of artistic conception has skyrocketed, and he is about to achieve great success. Therefore, he is now so strong that he is no longer weaker than the titled elders of Wuhun Palace. Holy, it can be torn alive!

"Salas!"

With an angry shout, Fang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex above his head let out an angry roar, killing dozens of palace knights who were blocking the way. Then, he fiercely attacked the Pope's Palace, preparing to Revenge on Salas!

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, Pope Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and five other titled Douluo arrived in front of the Pope's Palace and stared at Fang Xuan coldly.

"Fang Xuan! Your Highness Wuhun, it's not your turn to be arrogant!"

Lines of title-level murderous intent unfolded, sweeping away the void, slamming into Fang Xuan like a beast, and forcefully knocking him away.

Five major bans are blocking the way!

This road is blocked!

Fang Xuan groaned and was knocked back hundreds of meters. A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and fell on the ground. He gritted his teeth, raised his stubborn face, and glanced at Bibi Dong and others who were blocking the front of the Pope's Palace, as well as ...Salas, who was hiding behind the titles, felt the flames of anger burning crazily in his heart.

"Hahahaha, Fang Xuan, why are you so arrogant? With His Majesty the Pope here, what can you do to me?!"

Salas laughed wildly, looked at Fang Xuan with a look full of jest, and said sarcastically: "I am right here, what can you do, come and kill me if you have the guts, come on!"

Arrogant and hearty laughter burst out, arousing the deepest level of anger in Fang Xuan's heart.

"Damn it... I'm going to tear you alive today!"

Fang Xuan went crazy. His hundred-thousand-year-old soul ring bloomed with scarlet light. The six great martial souls were roaring and shouting. His eyes were blood red, and the strength of his feet exploded, shaking the ground. And with the help of this energy, his whole body The rebound force shot out like a sharp arrow, and regardless of Bibi Dong and others who were blocking the front of the Pope's Palace, they charged towards Salas crazily!

"Fang Xuan! You are looking for death!"

Pope Bibi Dong snorted coldly, and from his feet, nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red rose up, and a powerful momentum exploded.

Facing the five major titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, Fang Xuan committed suicide alone. This behavior was undoubtedly seeking death!

Pope Bibi Dong, as well as the five major titled Thunderbolts including Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, all attacked Fang Xuan. Their titled power was fully deployed, preparing to kill the latter directly!

"Get out of the way and stay out of the way!!"

At this moment, a blood-red sword light hundreds of meters long penetrated the sky and the earth, like a heavenly sword cutting across the void. With one sword, Bibi Dong's five people were sent flying. They were extremely domineering and furious!

Luo Xuanchen's silver hair was flying, he was holding a demon sword, and he came with supreme divine power. He fought alone against the five titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, and helped Fang Xuan break down the obstacles blocking his way.

Without the Titled Douluo blocking the way, no one can stop Fang Xuan, His Highness the Pope!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Fang Xuan's soul power was boiling like lava, and he swung his iron fist to kill everyone. Large areas of the Spirit Hall's strong men bled under his fist, and were directly blasted into blood mist!

He was like an ancient god of war resurrected, fighting towards the Pope's Palace step by step. With every step he took, more than ten Wuhun Palace soul masters shed blood, forcibly cutting a bloody path to the Pope's Palace.

Finally, Fang Xuan arrived in front of the Pope's Palace. His scarlet eyes shot out two bolts of lightning, locking coldly on Salas in front of him. His whole body was boiling with murderous intent, as if he had turned into a bloodthirsty beast!

"Fang Xuan...you...you!"

Looking at Fang Xuan who was already red-eyed, Salas showed timidity and heart palpitations, but at this moment there was no way out, he could only bite the bullet and fight Fang Xuan: "He is just a little soul saint, you don't want to It’s too arrogant, since you took the initiative to come to my door, I will just kill you!”

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

A total of eight soul rings lit up,

As expected of the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, Salas is well hidden, his soul power has already reached the Contra realm of level 80 or above, and he is extremely powerful!

The quality of his martial spirit is also very high, and even a top-level weapon martial spirit - Fang Tian Hua Ji, although it is not as powerful as the Haotian Hammer and the Seven Kills Sword, which are famous in the mainland, it is still very powerful.

"Ho-go to hell, Fang Xuan!"

Salas roared wildly, his whole body shimmered, and he directly activated his martial soul avatar, burst out with all his strength, swung the Fangtian painted halberd, and slashed at Fang Xuan fiercely.

Fang Xuan's black hair was fluttering and his eyes were cold, as motionless as a mountain. Facing the full blow of the Contra-level Salas, he showed an indifferent expression and calmly waved his fist.

One punch!

Just one punch!

He directly smashed the Fangtian painted halberd into pieces, tore up the air with his fist, and hit Salas hard on the face, forcing half of his face to collapse, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere and dripping with blood.

"Ah~ It hurts me to death!"

Salas screamed miserably, in extreme pain. His eyes were scarlet red and he stared at Fang Xuan in front of him fiercely. His eyes were full of ferocity. He raised his right fist and struck at Fang Xuan crazily: "Fang Xuan, I'll follow you. Fight!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were deep, and without saying a word, he took a step forward, waved his fist again, and hit Salas's fist directly. The terrifying strength burst out from his body, forcibly knocking Salas's entire right arm. Blast to pieces!

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xuan waved his hand and ruthlessly tore off Salas's left arm!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts!"

After losing his arms, Salas screamed like a pig. The broken parts of his arms were bleeding, and he looked extremely miserable. The majestic Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Hall was now brutally tortured by Fang Xuan. Salas' dignity was ruined. !

Fang Xuan stared coldly at the miserable Salas in front of him, with no emotion in his eyes. He first grabbed Salas's entire face with his right hand, and then pierced Salas's chest with his left hand...

"Die! Die! Die!"

At this moment, Fang Xuan's eyes were scarlet, his face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with endless anger. He suddenly used his hands to tear Salas alive with his hands!

Salas died tragically on the spot. The body was torn into four or five pieces, and the blood and internal organs were scattered on the ground. A majestic Contra-level Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall was bleeding out!

Fang Xuan was bathed in blood, his black hair dyed red, like a bloodthirsty ferocious beast, releasing a billowing murderous aura around his body, making countless people tremble in fear!