Douluo's first sword

This is a vast chaos!

With chaos above their heads and the sky beneath their feet, thousands of people are fighting!

What frightened Fang Xuan the most was that everyone here had ten soul rings, and the terrifying momentum released was enough to make Douluo Continent collapse!

God!

These people are actually level 100 gods!

Fang Xuan was extremely shocked, as if he had witnessed a battle of gods with his own eyes!

The lowest soul ring configurations among this group of people all start with the ten thousand year soul ring, black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, gold!

Most people's first soul rings are more than 100,000 years old, which are... red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, gold!

It's downright terrifying!

"ah--"

"no, do not want!"

"Hurry...run away, that guy is..."

A series of terrified screams sounded from the chaos!

In the center of the battlefield, I saw a red-haired man holding a demon sword. He was covered in blood and was killing like crazy. Every time he swung the sword, a large area of ​​hundred-level gods fell, and he started killing crazily among a group of gods alone!

"Kill God?! Who is that guy..."

Fang Xuan was horrified to see that there were so many level 100 gods with ten soul rings, but they were no match for the red-haired man. They were killed and were so defeated that they fled in all directions!

You know, those are a group of gods!

This scene is so shocking!

"Is the demon sword that person's weapon..."

Fang Xuan noticed that the scarlet demon knife held by the red-haired man was exactly the same as the old madman's knife. It was the same one!

With deep curiosity, Fang Xuan cautiously approached the center of the battlefield, casting his blazing eyes towards the red-haired man, trying to see clearly the latter's face covered by the chaos energy...

At this moment, the red-haired man suddenly raised his head and stared at Fang Xuan coldly. As his eyes opened and closed, two cold rays of light shot out, directly shattering his figure.

boom! ! !

The next moment, Fang Xuan's head was roaring, his vision went dark, and he woke up directly from the mysterious chaotic space. He gasped for air, his body was already wet with cold sweat, and his physical strength seemed to be overdrawn, and he collapsed to the ground weakly.

horrible!

It’s so scary!

Just a glance can kill me easily. Is this the power of gods? !

Fang Xuan's breathing was rapid and his face was full of panic. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the shock just now.

"Are you awake? It's not bad. You can actually hold on for so long!"

The old madman sat cross-legged on the ground and stared at Fang Xuan with a smile.

"Old madman? Just... what on earth was that?!" Fang Xuan was stunned, obviously still in shock.

"As you said, it was just a battle, but... it was a battle between gods!" The old madman said in a deep voice with deep eyes.

Fang Xuan remained silent.

"You should have seen the red-haired man who killed the gods. That is the owner of this demon sword!"

The old madman stroked the red demon sword and said seriously: "The name of this sword is - the demon sword Hongyu, a god-killing sword!"

"Demon Sword·Hongyu!"

Fang Xuan was slightly startled, his eyes focused on the demon sword, and his expression gradually became serious. The origin of this demon sword is really amazing!

"This demon sword is extremely powerful. Even I, as a titled Douluo, cannot fully exert the power of this sword. Even among divine weapons, this demon sword is the most top-notch existence!"

The old madman changed his voice, sighed and said: "However, because the power of the demon sword is too strong, the backlash when used is also huge. Once the demon sword is used, it will be swallowed up by the terrifying murderous aura within it!

You know, it is all the residual murderous intent from killing the gods. Even a trace of it will make ordinary people shatter to pieces. Even a titled Douluo like me will bear a huge burden and price when using this demon sword! "

"I see……"

Fang Xuan nodded seriously and finally understood why the old madman was vomiting blood for no reason. It seemed that he was backlashed by the terrifying murderous intent in the demon knife and suffered a certain degree of internal injuries.

"Alright, little madman, don't think about this demonic sword for now. With your current strength, you won't even be able to swing the sword and you will be shattered to pieces!"

The old madman smiled faintly, waved his hand, and put the demon knife into the space ring. Then he took out a long black knife and slowly handed it to Fang Xuan: "I'll give this black knife Duan Shui to you. As our parting gift!”

"Huh? Isn't this knife cut off?"

Seeing the intact black sword Duanshui appearing in front of him, Fang Xuan looked very surprised. In his memory, this sword should have been broken by Blood Douluo's sword.

"Well, I spent three days and fixed it again!" The old madman said with a faint smile.

"It's fixed?!"

Fang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly took the black sword Duanshui. He touched the jet-black blade with some excitement. Although this sword was not as good as the artifact-level demon sword, it was still a top-notch famous sword. In terms of quality, even Surpassing his white sword, Wuying!

With his current strength, Hong Yu, the artifact-level demon sword, should no longer have any wishful thinking, but this black sword, Duanshui, is currently the most convenient weapon!

"Haha, thank you!"

Fang Xuan played with the black knife excitedly and thanked the old madman.

"Hey, that's not right..."

However, he suddenly realized something was wrong, blinked and asked: "What did you just say, three days? What three days, didn't it just pass by a moment?!"

"One day in the sky and one year in the earth. Although you just stayed in that chaotic space for a while, three days have actually passed!" the old madman explained.

Fang Xuan was disappointed!

In the God Realm, can't you feel the passage of time...

"Little madman, I have to leave. See you again if we have the chance!" The old madman looked at Fang Xuan seriously and sighed.

"What? You're leaving now!"

Fang Xuan was startled and said quickly: "Don't be so anxious. I still have many questions to ask you. Who are you? What grudges do you have with Wuhun Palace? Where did you get this demon sword? Don't lie to me. He said he picked it up! I don’t believe it!”

"hehe!"

The old madman smiled lightly and said: "Next time, next time... If we can meet again, I will tell you everything you want to know!"

"ah?!"

Fang Xuan frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.

However, the next moment, the old madman's figure flashed and disappeared suddenly, and only a hearty laugh came out: "Hahahaha, little madman, try to live, this world is very exciting!"

Fang Xuan stared at the spot where the old madman had just been, dazed and silent for a long time. His eyes were filled with determination and he nodded seriously: "I will live well..."