Dozens of powerful auras were not concealed in the slightest, and the momentum shot straight into the sky, quickly attracting the attention of Tang Chen and other titled Douluo.
Many Titled Douluo from the Tiandou Alliance flew into the sky from the deep mountains, and with their astonishing eyesight, they immediately saw the group of figures flying from the distance.
"my God!"
Someone was murmuring absentmindedly, and his face instantly lost all color.
The expressions of Tang Chen and others also changed suddenly, and the densely packed figures in the distance were reflected in their pupils.
Immediately, he immediately turned around and said to Tang San beside him: "Xiao San, go! Go and wake up Zhao Xuan quickly."
"good!"
Tang San took a deep look at the figure flying over like a locust in the distance, then quickly turned around and left.
The Shura Divine Sword suddenly appeared in Tang Chen's hand, a flash of scarlet blood flashed in his eyes, the elders of the Haotian Sect behind him revealed their martial spirits, and the pitch-black Haotian Hammer was thick and heavy.
Then Jade Lord Douluo, Bone Douluo and others appeared, with nine circles of soul rings floating slowly, and they looked at the members of the Spirit Hall who were flying towards them with cold expressions.
"kill!"
Following Tang Chen's loud shout, more than a dozen figures rushed out without hesitation and fought with the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace.
There are also many familiar figures among the titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, including Thousand-Eyed Douluo, Ice Chi Douluo and others, but among them, the most powerful ones are not them, but two
A ninety-eight-level titled Douluo.
From their appearance, they all looked extremely old. Even Tang Chen couldn't recognize their origins for a while. They must be antiques that had been hidden away by Wuhun Palace for who knows how many years.
"Even these people have been invited back. It seems that Wuhun Palace is really at its wits end."
Tang Chen let out a cold snort, the blood-colored gauze clothes on his body fluttered, and the sword in his hand swung towards the enemy in front of him without hesitation.
The battle in the distance quickly alarmed the soul masters of Lingyunguan. Countless people fought at the top of the city and looked at the battlefield in the distance. Their eyes were shaken, and their faces showed signs of fear.
After hearing the news, the master hurriedly stood on the top of the city. Looking at the scene in the distance, his pupils shrank. He couldn't help but take a breath of air and murmured: "How many titled Douluo must there be..."
The roars of sky beasts in the distance are endless, and the virtual images of martial arts are reflected one after another on the sky. There are golden rocs flying with wings, and iron-horned rhinoceros covered in silver armor. They interact with each other in the sky and the earth.
Biting, hot blood filled the ground.
And among the continuous mountains, there are rare and beautiful treasures competing for their beauty, such as the graceful green bamboos, the dark and velvet giant chrysanthemums, the bright and brilliant emperor flowers... Titled Douluo of various plant-based martial arts have taken action.
, changing the world in an instant, turning ordinary mountains into a paradise of exotic fairy grass.
…
"call!"
In a deep cave, a long breath suddenly came from.
The dark and lightless depths of the cave were originally a place that light could not touch, but at this moment, there was a bright purple light flashing through, and then gradually extinguished.
"Finally broke through level 90."
The faint purple-gold light in Zhao Xuan's eyes was gentle, as if reflecting a bright thunder pool, in which countless tiny thunder snakes were swimming, with impressive power.
As he slowly stood up, a thin layer of dust fell from his clothes. He seemed unaware of this and instead looked towards the outside world with some confusion.
"What's going on outside?"
Immediately, he seemed to sense something, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he walked towards the outside world.
As soon as he came out of the cave, a figure came towards him.
"Zhao Xuan, are you out of seclusion?"
Tang San's anxious face suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"What's going on over there? The Wuhun Palace is here?"
"Well, there are a lot of people coming, there are more than thirty titled Douluo!"
Zhao Xuan couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart when he heard this. Then his face turned cold and he said to Tang San: "Let's go!"
The aftermath of the battle not far away has affected this place. The surrounding lush trees are trembling and are disturbed by countless strong winds and waves.
The most conspicuous figure on the battlefield at this moment is undoubtedly Tang Chen. At this moment, he has transformed into a bloody man, holding a blood-red Shura Divine Sword. It seems that he has really transformed into a bloodthirsty Shura, fighting with blood, and the more he fights, the braver he becomes.
It has the potential to sweep all directions.
There were seven or eight figures in front of him. Except for the two ninety-eighth-level Titled Douluo, the others were not weak in cultivation, and they were not strong men who had just joined the Titled Douluo.
But...except for Tang Chen, who was unstoppable, the others were a little tired of dealing with it, including Xiao Wu and others. They were specially taken care of as they fought against Titled Douluo as Contra.
Zhao Xuan was about to rush to the battlefield, but was stopped by Tang San. Tang San pointed to a forging platform not far away and said solemnly: "Don't forget your weapons."
After saying that, the Poseidon Trident appeared in his hand, and his whole body turned into a blue-gold light, heading towards the battlefield.
Zhao Xuan quickly flew towards the forging platform. As soon as he landed, his eyes were attracted by the exquisite and exquisite swords on the forging platform.
Each small sword is made of silver-white and bright black metals. They are distinct, but the combination is unusually harmonious, round and natural without any sense of sluggishness.
Fu Zhixin, looking at the countless small swords in front of him, Zhao Xuan's heart moved. He used his soul power to cut small cuts on his fingertips, and then swung it on the small swords in front of him.
The purple-gold blood beads exuded a charming luster in the color of the sun, and then infected all the small swords.
The little swords bathed in purple-gold blood began to tremble, as if they were excited and excited, cheering for finding their master.
A thin layer of thunder net covered the black and white small sword. Zhao Xuan's mind moved, and countless small swords appeared in front of his eyes, and then slowly condensed into a black spear that was more than one foot long.
The whole body of the gun is pitch black and deep, and the head of the gun is dazzlingly silver. There is no color between black and white, and it is full of a strange dead silence and coldness.
The moment it appeared, there were continuous dark clouds floating in the sky for no reason. The rolling black clouds gave people a sense of oppression that the black clouds were crushing the city. There seemed to be beasts full of resentment deep in the thunder clouds.
Roar, there is also deafening thunder.
On the smooth gun body, there are two small purple and gold characters faintly visible. Read carefully, it is called: Kill God!
Zhao Xuan was beaming with joy for a moment, holding the God-killing Spear tightly in his hand, as if it had merged with his body. The mysterious feeling was indescribable.
"What a good baby!"
Zhao Xuan held the God-killing Spear tightly, and then took a deep breath. The God-killing Spear burst out with endless divine light. It was a purple-gold color similar to the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. The moment it appeared, the might of the Huanghuang Heaven was overwhelming.
Everyone present was unable to move even an inch.
As a result, dozens of pairs of eyes looked towards Zhao Xuan.
The moment Zhao Xuan raised his head and smiled, countless people changed their minds.
(ps: I’m really wet, but I can’t control my hands)