Douluo's first sword

"I'll kill you with one knife!"

The moment these overbearing words came down from the sky, there was a commotion in the whole place. Many people's eyelids jumped wildly. They didn't know where Fang Xuan got the confidence to kill Qilin Douluo with one strike.

That was a ninety-seventh level peerless Douluo!

Hearing Fang Xuan's wild words, Qilin Douluo's face turned gloomy and he smiled angrily: "Okay! Okay! Okay! I would like to see how you kill me with one sword!"

"Haha, let's wait and see!"

Fang Xuan smiled calmly, with a look of determination in his eyes. The enemy army was powerful, and he knew that Shui Bing'er and others could not hold on for long. If Qilin Douluo was not dealt with as soon as possible, Tianshui City would be completely annihilated.

By then, he will also be in danger!

The key to the outcome of this battle lies in his duel with Qilin Douluo. As long as he can defeat Qilin Douluo, then they can make a comeback. On the contrary, if he loses, everyone in Tianshui City will lose. Everyone will die!

Knowing this truth, Fang Xuan let out a long breath, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and a cry that had been suppressed for a long time gradually sounded in his heart.

"Come out, Demon Sword Hongyu..."

The void twisted in vain, and a blood-red demon sword emerged out of thin air. The slender blade was scarlet red, as if it were made of blood. It was covered with ancient and profound runes, like veins spreading on the demon sword.

The moment the Demonic Sword appeared, it seemed as if there were a hundred thousand fierce ghosts roaring in it, and the sky was filled with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, accompanied by blood-like murderous intent, sweeping across the world!

"what is that?!"

A wisp of terrifying murderous intent hit his face, Qilin Douluo's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a shuddering feeling. He shuddered coldly and looked at the evil demon knife with some horror!

Since reaching level ninety-seven, he has dominated the world and has few opponents. He can almost be regarded as an invincible existence under the gods. Usually, let alone being in danger, he rarely even has an opponent.

But at this moment, Qilin Douluo felt a real fear from this evil sword, and said in horror: "Sacred weapon?!!"

In today's world, only the god-level can make him feel the power of fear, so this demon sword is undoubtedly a divine weapon!

Looking at the evil sword, Qilin Douluo showed fear for the first time in his life, and said in disbelief: "No! Impossible! How can you have a divine weapon?!"

"Go to hell and ask King Yama about this question!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand suddenly, and grasped the handle of the knife with all his strength. Suddenly, endless terrifying murderous intent came from the demon knife crazily, as if it wanted to tear him into pieces.

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves suddenly became ten times stronger, and even the blade trembled violently, as if it was trying to break free from Fang Xuan's hand, refusing to let him control it!

The demon sword has spirit, and the divine weapon has dignity. It is unwilling to accept a mortal. Even peak Douluo like the old madman has a very difficult time using the demon sword, let alone a little soul saint like Fang Xuan.

Therefore, he was taking a huge risk by using the demon sword this time!

"ah……"

Fang Xuan screamed wildly, his black hair waving wildly, his whole body burning with killing sword aura, the seven martial spirit avatars activated, and his combat power soared to the peak, struggling to resist the murderous aura of the demon sword and suppress the resistance of the demon sword!

"How is it possible for you to control this demonic sword?!"

Qilin Douluo's eyes shot out two rays of cold light, his body surface ignited with blazing red flames, and his nine soul rings shone. He directly activated his martial spirit true body and turned into a crazily burning fire unicorn, killing Fang Xuan with murderous intent. Take the lead in killing him before he has complete control over the demon sword.

"kill--"

At the same time, Fang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and with all his strength, he finally waved the Demonic Sword Hongyu and slashed straight at the Fire Qilin.

"boom!"

The demonic sword tore through the sky and turned into a hundred-meter-long river of sword energy. It was so majestic that it washed away the void. It was like a hellish blood river composed of blood, and it violently collided with the huge fire unicorn transformed by Qilin Douluo.

"No……"

Qilin Douluo's eyes were blood red and his canthus was cracked. He clearly felt that his body was constantly decomposing and tearing apart. In the terrifying river of sword energy, Qilin's true body lasted for less than a second before it exploded. Break into pieces.

Then his whole body was broken into nine pieces, with blood raining and pieces of flesh flying, and a generation of ninety-seventh-level super Douluo fell.

One sword, just one sword to kill Qilin Douluo!

The power of the artifact is unrivaled!

"How can it be?!"

The whole audience was shocked.

At this moment, in Tianshui City, the Shui family disciples and allied spirit masters who were fighting fiercely all stopped fighting in unison, and looked at the black-haired young man with the demon sword in the sky. Everyone showed shocked expressions and couldn't believe it. The scene before my eyes.

Fang Xuan only used one sword, just one sword, to kill Qilin Douluo, who had dominated the world for more than twenty years. This peerless combat power subverted everyone's imagination, so that for a long time, the originally noisy battlefield, There was dead silence and silence.

Everyone looked at Fang Xuan suspended in the air with awe, worshiping as if they were seeing a god.

Above the void.

[Congratulations, you have killed a Titled Douluo, reward: 100 million soul power, 100 million sword draws]

"Huh, I finally won..."

Hearing the system prompt sound in his mind, Fang Xuan finally breathed out a sigh of relief, and the huge stone in his heart finally let go.

His face was pale, extremely haggard, and he looked tired. His figure began to become unstable, and he was teetering in the air. He used all his strength to barely swing the demon sword.

Although he killed Qilin Douluo with one strike, his own consumption was also extremely serious.

This sword almost sucked him into a mummy. The soul power in his body was exhausted. Even the blood was absorbed by the demon sword. Fang Xuan dared to conclude that if he swung the second sword, he would be sucked to death by this demon sword!

As expected of the demon sword, this magical weapon is really evil. His current strength is comparable to that of a titled Douluo, but he is still unable to control the demon sword Hongyu and can only reluctantly borrow part of its power.

However, even if he borrowed a trace of god-level power, he easily killed the ninety-seventh level Qilin Douluo.

Everyone below the gods is an ant!

Even a trace of divine power is far beyond anyone's ability to stop.

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of expectation, yearning for the legendary realm of gods. Even peak Douluo such as Qian Daoliu and Luo Xuanchen were only half-step gods. If they were to truly reach level 100, God, I don’t know how powerful I will gain.

Suddenly, a fiery red light rose in front of his eyes. Fang Xuan was slightly startled. He looked along the light source and couldn't help but show a touch of ecstasy on his face: "One hundred thousand year soul bone!"

I saw a fiery red, still burning flame soul bone slowly falling from Qilin Douluo's corpse, and the terrifying light it released illuminated the entire world in an instant.

Yes, Qilin Douluo had a hundred thousand year old soul ring by chance, so he would naturally have a hundred thousand year old soul bone in his body.

Fang Xuan felt excited in his heart. He was rewarded with a full 100 million soul power points and the number of times he drew the sword. He also brought a hundred thousand year soul bone. The benefits of killing Qilin Douluo were really too great.

With one move of his hand, a piece of bluesilver grass flew out and wrapped around the falling soul bone. He held it in front of him and observed it carefully before receiving it into the soul guide.

Finally, Fang Xuan slowly descended from the air to the ground, holding the demon sword in his hand and stepping on Qilin Douluo's corpse. His black hair was calm and he glanced coldly at the thousands of Qilin coalition troops and said in a deep voice: "Qilin Douluo." Douluo is dead, give up resistance now and surrender immediately, I promise to spare your lives!"

The allied soul masters looked at each other in shock. Even a peerless Douluo like Qilin Douluo was defeated by Fang Xuan. How dare they disobey? They all lowered their heads and knelt at Fang Xuan's feet:

"We are willing to surrender!"

At this point, Tianshui City won the final victory in this battle. Shui Bing'er and others were all ecstatic, and Qilin Cave Mansion, once the overlord of the Chaos Territory, was completely destroyed!