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The man in black robe with a somewhat gloomy face spoke, his soul power surged around his body, and in the purple-black soul power's light, a black leopard with a shoulder height of seven or eight meters appeared around him.

No! That's... the "Netherworld Civet" from the Xingluo Zhu family!

Outside the shadow of the huge ghost civet, there are nine halos of various colors, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

Although it is not the best soul ring ratio in the mainland currently, with two yellow, two purple and five black, these nine soul rings still exude a sense of oppression that frightens the onlookers. Dai Junlin, who is still languishing on the ground, is so close that he breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost couldn't breathe and whipped it out.

However, the clone who was being cared for and faced with the oppressive power of the Titled Douluo? Li Qinglian only had a slightly rosy complexion and turned serious to show that she was affected.

"What you said makes sense..." The dedicated clone? Li Qinglian seemed to grit her teeth very hard and replied in a abdominal voice, and then called out "...Uncle Master!".

Whoosh!

The next moment, Wan Jian, who had been standing on a high pillar outside the stadium, watching the game from a high position, disappeared in an instant.

On the other side, the two old men were well-informed after all. After hearing what their own "Dinghai Shenzhen" said, they reluctantly gathered their minds and stopped talking. The decades of tacit understanding made the two of them act at the same time.

As the two people's feet moved quickly, in the eyes of the people eating melons in the distance, a huge tiger head with black stripes on a white background quickly "slided" on the wide ground on the city wall.

At the same time that the black-robed man's martial spirit possessed him, the giant tiger head came to the middle of the two small battlefields, blocking the direction of the golden bald head that seemed to be the newly promoted Titled Douluo's clone, Li Qinglian.

However, what surprised the man in black robe, the two old men who maintained the secret state, and the melon-eating crowd in the distance who were holding a strange-looking object in their hands was that the golden figure actually had no intention of coming to help.

On the contrary, the clones that were previously separated on both sides? Li Feiyu and the clone? Lu Sheng merged and swaggered towards the side.

That is the direction where Tao Yuan, the lord of Longxing City, and others are.

As for the spies from various forces in the mainland, they also moved their steps in a tacit understanding at this moment and gave some distance.

He said that he and others came here just to enjoy themselves and not get involved with anything else.

At this time, the clone Li Qinglian also walked towards here.

As for the Zhu Family Titled Douluo who was planning to take him down?

Looking at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, there was obviously no fluctuation in soul power, but there was a feeling of panic in his heart, as if an extremely sharp blade was being held at his throat.

A wisp of cold sweat covered Zhu Yizong's back at an extremely fast speed. This feeling has been felt by him since he was promoted to the title Douluo at the age of sixty-eight more than ten years ago. Only a few years ago when he attended the gathering of the seven major sects, he had a sword fight.

Luo Chenxin had a similar feeling when he went on the field to fight with others.

At this time, an idea that made Zhu Yizong isolated from absurdity flashed through his mind:

"This person...couldn't...No! Impossible! I don't..."

Unfortunately, the more negative I am, the clearer my idea becomes.

as expected!

I saw this handsome young man who looked extremely young, with his right hand stretched out, palm upward, a sword with a dragon shape on the blade, the blade was as clear as autumn water, auspicious energy transpired, green as water, and a radiant green fairy sword emerged.

In addition to a sword intent that cuts through everything and surges up into the sky, covering all directions, circles of halo appear from the young man's feet, and then surround the young man's body and move up and down.

"Gudong!"*n

The sound of swallowing came one after another. For those who didn't know, they thought they were having a feast on the north wall of {Longxing City}!

Of course, through the spatial positioning of the three clones, Lin Yi projected a copy of his mind and soul, and many people present could not understand the complaints in his heart.

Everyone stared blankly in Wan Jianyi's direction.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black - red!!!

Yes! What made everyone fall into silence at the same time was the one that currently ranks first on the list of dream treasures in the soul master world on the Douluo Continent and is said to be almost impossible to exist - a hundred thousand year soul ring!

At this moment, when he came to Pu Zhi's side, he also showed his martial soul "Qingguang Qiankun Ring". Together with Pu Zhi's martial soul "Emerald Rosary", he showed the same two yellow, two purple and five black, nine

Not even a single soul ring could attract the attention of everyone present.

Except for Dai Lan and Zhu Kai, two old men in their sixties who seemed pitiful, helpless and weak at this time.

Well, at first, the two old men thought, so what if the three soul kings could cross the level and challenge?

The two of my old partners can be dismissed casually!

The worst thing is, the same Soul Saint with Contra fighting power as last time comes behind the opponent. If the two of us work together, we can still block it.

It's like a Contra, so what if it's in the plural?

It’s not like we don’t have strong people behind us to cover everything.

"With Third Uncle/Uncle here, everything will be safe!"

Dai Lan and Zhu Kai thought so before.

Now~

At this time, the two old men, who were facing Puzhi and Qinglong side by side, felt that they had been deceived by the world, their necks were a little stiff, and they turned behind them together with a clicking sound.

"Gah!!!"

Two highly overlapping crisp sounds appeared on the necks of the two old men.

“Hiss~~~”

I couldn't tell whether it was because of the pain or the shock in my heart. I took in a breath of cold air, unable to suppress the burning sensation in my neck and the blood rushing to the top of my head.

Wan Jianyi held the martial spirit "Dragon-Slaying Sword" in his hand, and the bright red dazzling circle of light outside his body illuminated the four eyes of the two old men, leaving two lines of turbid tears in each of them unconsciously.

"alright!"

Ignoring the photographic soul guides sold by the company's [Business Alliance] that were currently being kept in a hidden place but still working in the hands of the onlookers around them.

The clone that came a few meters in front of City Lord Tao Yuan in {Longxing City}? Li Qinglian said nonchalantly: "Now, City Lord Tao, we can talk about what's wrong with the batch of goods that were previously seized by you.

?"

"If it is indeed our [Business Alliance]'s mistake, three of the four heads of our [Business Alliance] are here today and can make the decision. Not only will the seized goods be confiscated by you, but a supply of supplies will also be prepared as a

compensate."

"But!" The clone Li Qinglian's face that had always been smiling became serious, her tone rose a little, and she said: "If there is no problem with my [Business Alliance]'s caravan and goods..."

"hehe……"

Within a few words, Tao Yuan seemed to have spent as much time as most of his previous life.

Looking at the "Immortal Sword" Li Qinglian with a faint smile in front of him, after the fighting spirit faded, the "War Emperor" Lu Sheng, whose face was resolute but somewhat honest, and standing tall and proud on the side, like a javelin,

Li Feiyu, the "divine spear" with a face as cold as ice.

On Tao Yuan's cheeks, which had been washed with water, big beads of sweat were flowing down. His originally rosy and fair face was now only white, and for a while he couldn't tell where his beard was.