Douluo's first sword

For a swordsman, the sword is life. Losing the sword in battle, and it is in the peak battle of this title level, is even equivalent to the end of life!

After the black knife was broken, the old madman lost the weapon he had in hand. The situation was very critical and he would no longer be Blood Douluo's opponent.

This battle...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Blood Douluo laughed wildly and cut off the black sword with one sword. A touch of arrogance appeared on his old face. He stared at the old madman coldly and said lightly: "It's a pity, Luo Xuanchen, I admit that your sword skills are indeed unique." There is no one in the world who can beat me, if the quality of your sword reaches the level of a divine weapon, I will definitely not be your opponent!"

At this point, he changed his voice and sneered: "But it's a pity that you can't make a divine weapon! You are a useless martial soul, and your own martial soul has no fighting power. It seems that you deserve to die here!" "

The old madman is silent!

With a calm expression on his resolute face, he stared at the broken sword in his hand and murmured: "Sure enough, ordinary swords, even the most top-notch famous swords, are still incomparable to the title-level weapon spirit..."

"What's wrong, Luo Xuanchen, are you ready to capture you without mercy? If you are captured alive, I think His Majesty the Pope will be very happy." Blood Douluo said.

"Xue Jianyi, you are right, I cannot create a divine weapon, but..."

The old madman's gray hair was disheveled, his eyes were deep, and the corner of his mouth raised a dangerous arc: "Who told you that I don't have any artifacts?!"

"Uh? Are you kidding? This little trick can't deceive a titled Douluo like me." Blood Douluo was stunned for a moment, then frowned, his eyes filled with doubts. It was obvious that Don't believe what the old madman says.

The broken knife fell from his hand and fell on the blood-red ground.

At the same time, a murderous scarlet sword appeared out of thin air, the scarlet blood light tore through the night, and the terrifying murderous intent shot straight into the sky!

This is a blood-red long knife, about three feet and three inches long, with a slender and slender blade.

At first glance, it looks no different from other knives, but this knife is surrounded by red murderous aura. The murderous aura has completely condensed into substance and is clearly visible to the naked eye!

The moment this knife appeared, gusts of dark wind suddenly rolled up in the entire space, accompanied by the screams and wails of endless ghosts, piercing the eardrums, shaking the soul, and sweeping in all directions like a tsunami.

"What kind of knife is that?!!"

A hundred meters away, Fang Xuan was trembling all over, his bones were creaking, and even his soul was trembling involuntarily, as if he couldn't bear the terrifying murderous aura and was about to collapse!

evil!

So evil!

Just one glance at that bloody sword will make you eroded by its endless murderous intent, and you won't be able to control yourself!

"Demon Sword! The real Demon Sword!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, as if he had seen a killing demon knife from hell!

"Artifact? It's really an artifact! How is it possible? How could you have an artifact?!" Blood Douluo's expression changed drastically. When he saw the old madman taking out the murderous demon knife, he really couldn't stay calm anymore.

Because, even as a titled Douluo, he felt a touch of fear of death from that knife. This was the breath of a god!

"You are right, I, a mortal, cannot forge the legendary artifact, but... I have the artifact!" The old madman smiled proudly.

He held the demon knife firmly with his right hand. At this moment, his momentum changed in vain and surged crazily. It was like the resurrection of the peerless killing god in hell. The terrifying murderous aura pierced the world and shook the earth!

"Little madman, see clearly, the knife...is meant to be used like this!"

The old madman laughed loudly, and with sword intent all over his body, he opened up the red sword field. The blood-red demon sword was aimed at Blood Douluo and slashed down suddenly!

One knife!

Just one knife!

Cut off the blood sword directly and kill Blood Douluo from a distance!

"Bang!"

A ninety-one-level titled Douluo had no resistance and was killed on the spot. His body turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded...

Shocking!

The scene is extremely shocking!

"Kill a titled Douluo with one sword?!"

Fang Xuan was so shocked that his whole body trembled with excitement.

powerful!

too strong!

Is this the real top swordsman? !

Fang Xuan looked at the powerful old madman, his face full of longing and yearning. Is this the highest state of sword use?

The sword energy, the sword intention, and the domain of the sword are integrated into one, and are released through the demon sword, turning into the ultimate sword, which is enough to kill gods and demons!

"Little madman, don't be in a daze, let's go quickly!"

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan, who was still in a daze, and said: "There is such a big commotion here, the strong men from Wuhun Palace and Tiandou should be here soon!"

Fang Xuan was stunned. He woke up from the huge shock and looked at the old madman with surprise: "Hey, hey, you are so strong, why are you running away? Just block the gods and kill the gods, and the Buddhas will kill the Buddhas and that's it! "

"You brat, if only it were as simple as you think."

Hearing such arrogant words, the old madman glared at Fang Xuan angrily.

Suddenly, a stream of blood spilled from his mouth, staining his clothes red.

"Huh? Old madman, what's going on? Are you hurt?!"

Fang Xuan was slightly startled and looked worried at the old madman who suddenly vomited blood.

Unexpectedly, the old lunatic who had just slashed the Blood Douluo with his incredible power would suddenly vomit blood, his face turned pale, and he suddenly became haggard.

How is this going? !

Could it be that he was injured in the battle with Blood Douluo?

Fang Xuan was confused. He didn't know what was wrong with the old madman. It seemed that the blow just now was not as easy as he imagined, and the burden on the old madman was also heavy.

"Walk!"

The old madman didn't say anything more. He waved his hand and put away the black sword Duanshui that was broken into two parts. Then he picked up the scarlet demon sword and hurriedly left here with Fang Xuan.

The rain is pouring and the wind and thunder are howling!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, washing the blood on the ground crazily. Piles of corpses are bleeding out endless blood. As the rain falls from the sky, it gradually merges into a river. The whole street exudes the pungent smell of blood!

From a distance, this place looks like hell.

Overnight, eleven soul sects, one soul king, and a titled Douluo died in the Wuhun Palace!

If this incident spreads, it will definitely shock the entire continent, and the initiator of this killing feast will definitely cause the Wuhun Palace to become furious and pursue him wildly!

It’s really shocking!

…

Next to a pile of Soul Sect corpses, Mu Hong was lying on the ground, his pupils completely dilated, and his body had long lost the warmth of life and turned into a cold corpse.

At this time, whether it was the impact of raindrops or the sweeping wind, his fingers suddenly trembled, and then were quietly buried in the thick night...