Warm blood poured onto Zhao Xuan's slightly pale face. He looked at the man in front of him with dull eyes.
The Titled Douluo who were fighting in the distance also stopped their movements and stared at all this with their mouths open.
"senior!"
"Well!"
Tang Chen subconsciously covered one of his arms and let out a groan. His eyes were fixed on the figure not far away, and he looked carefully at the flat incision where his right arm was cut off at shoulder level.
The white bones and fuzzy flesh and blood are clearly visible.
Looking in the direction Tang Chen was looking at, Zhao Xuan was shocked even when he saw the person's appearance clearly.
"Yueguan!"
Yue Guan, who was dressed in black clothes, had an extremely feminine face. Although he was a man, he looked very charming. But at this moment, Zhao Xuan noticed a contradictory feeling from his body, and his aura was very strange.
Looking at Zhao Xuan and Tang Chen who were angry with him, Yue Guan shook his head gently, slowly took back the black sickle and said: "It's a pity..."
Under his feet, the jet-black strange velvet chrysanthemum swayed slightly. Looking at Zhao Xuan, he said calmly: "Then, see you next time."
After finishing speaking, before Zhao Xuan could react, the slender petals of the Strange Velvet Babel Chrysanthemum slowly enveloped him, a dark mist appeared on the ground, and the Strange Velvet Babel Chrysanthemum plunged into it and disappeared.
"Whoa!"
Zhao Xuan, who was a step late, looked at his feet with a gloomy expression on his face, and murmured: "The God of Death!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of blood-red light. Zhao Xuan turned his head slightly and saw that the Shura Divine Sword was stuck upside down on the ground, and there was a strong arm not far away.
Rolling anger and murderous intent suddenly erupted from Zhao Xuan's body. With long hair flying, Zhao Xuan looked unkindly at the few Spirit Hall titled Douluo who had been robbed.
"kill!"
…
The vigorous battle has come to an end, but the gloomy thunderclouds in the sky have not yet dissipated. In the depths of the rolling clouds, there are flashes of lightning from time to time, accompanied by faint thunder.
The originally beautiful mountains and rivers are now in pieces and in disarray. Many of the rolling green peaks have collapsed, and the green mountains and green waters have been destroyed.
There was a lot of blood on the ground, and there were also several broken corpses. After the Titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace retreated, the Titled Douluo on the Tiandou side felt as if they were in another world.
"Senior, are you okay?"
Zhao Xuan, Tang San and a group of titled Douluo from the Haotian Sect gathered around Tang Chen and asked.
Tang Chen's face turned pale, and he waved his hand when he heard this: "I won't die yet."
Zhao Xuan looked at his right arm. The neat wound had been simply bandaged, but there was still a light blood seeping out of it.
He exhaled a deep breath, clenched his fists subconsciously, his expression looked unusually gloomy, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.
"Senior Tang, are you okay?"
At this time, Jade Lord Douluo and others who had finished cleaning the battlefield also flew over, looked at Tang Chen and asked with a heavy face.
"It's nothing serious. How is the battle going?"
Jade Lord Douluo sighed slightly, and said with a touch of anger on his face: "Everyone has suffered some injuries, Marshal Ge Yuan also had an arm cut off, and Song Lao... died.
.”
Hearing this, everyone fell silent. Mr. Song was worshiped by the royal family. Although his strength was not top-notch, he was always easy-going and we could be considered quite affectionate after living together for several years.
"Damn Wuhun Palace!" Bone Douluo couldn't help but curse.
Seeing that everyone's will was somewhat depressed, Jade Lord Douluo paused, and then said: "However, although we suffered heavy losses, we also killed a lot of enemies. The titled Douluo who fell under Zhao Xuan's gun was fully among the five.
many."
Five titled Douluo!
Everyone became a little distracted and looked towards Zhao Xuan subconsciously.
In the past, if a sect or force could gather five titled Douluo, it would stir up troubles in the mainland. But now, in just one battle, five of them were killed.
Facing everyone's gaze, Zhao Xuan looked as usual, even looking a little indifferent. He glanced at Tang Chen's empty right arm, his hand hanging down tightened, and then he said to everyone: "Excuse me."
After saying that, Zhao Xuan jumped up and turned into a stream of light falling into Lingyun Pass in the distance.
"this……"
The remaining titled Douluo looked at each other in confusion. Tang Chen suddenly looked at Tang San and said solemnly: "Xiao San, go see Zhao Xuan and enlighten him."
"good!"
Tang San nodded, and followed Zhao Xuan's figure as he descended towards Lingyun Pass.
Lingyunguan.
At Zhao Xuan's residence in Lingyunguan, he stood quietly at the window, looking at the small courtyard outside his room, lost in thought.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind. Even without turning around, Zhao Xuan knew who was coming.
"sit down."
Zhao Xuan suddenly turned around and said to Tang San, who was a little dazed. Then he turned back and sat down next to the classical garden table in the room.
Tang San was stunned for a while, then nodded and sat down.
"Let me guess what you are here to enlighten me about? Really?" Looking at Tang San sitting opposite him, Zhao Xuan said calmly.
Tang San had already regained his composure after his brief absence. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I originally had this plan, but now it seems there's no need for it."
"It's really not necessary, I'm just a little touched." Zhao Xuan sighed softly.
Although he always said that war kills people, who wouldn't be touched if they really saw someone familiar die in this war? This time it was Mr. Song who he had worked with for a long time... What about next time?
So Zhao Xuan was a little scared, and his heart was touched. He was afraid that the people closer to him would be in trouble next time. Moreover, facing the increasingly powerful Spirit Hall, he was also a little powerless. Just like today, he fell into crisis again and again.
among.
However, people always become more courageous with frustrations. Of course, it can also be said in another way, that is, retribution must be retaliated. If you punch me today, I will repay you ten times or a hundred times tomorrow. So after a while of feelings, Zhao Xuan has recovered.
He felt calm and was thinking about how to deal with the next battle.
Also, the God of Death did not get much benefit from this battle. As he said, he could get out of trouble and cause damage to Zhao Xuan, but Zhao Xuan's punch also caused damage to him.
had an impact.
If the induction was not wrong, the God of Death had already parasitized Yue Guan. This was the reason why he was able to escape Zhao Xuan's punch this time. However, the death energy that was shattered by Zhao Xuan was irreversible. This meant that
I'm afraid it will be difficult for the God of Death to invade again for a long time to come.
This is good news, because it means that Wuhun Palace will not attack again for an unknown period of time.
But this is also bad news, because if Wuhun Palace attacks again, it will definitely be unprecedented.
"Unfortunately, I don't know if Xiaosan and the others can make enough progress during this period of time."
Zhao Xuan looked at Tang San and sighed, but then he suddenly froze, as if he remembered something, his eyes became brighter and brighter.