"One sword can separate the world!" Jiang Siming held the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword, and aroused the murderous god's possession and evil spirit to the extreme, releasing this only offensive soul skill.
The sword energy tore through the earth, as if it was about to rip through space, and split a Soul Saint who wanted to sneak attack Sword Douluo into two.
The sudden influx of sword energy also suppressed the masters of the Spirit Hall, giving Sword Douluo a chance to breathe.
"Dirty old man, I didn't expect you to be in such a mess!" Jiang Siming laughed and came to Sword Douluo's side.
"Boy Jiang, look down on me. Let me show you the true power of the Seven Kills Sword!" Sword Douluo also laughed and said, and the huge shadow of the Seven Kills Sword broke through the sky.
"Boy, give me some time!" Sword Douluo shouted loudly towards Jiang Siming. The shadow of the Seven Killing Sword became more and more solid, as if it was about to become a real divine sword.
"Come on! You bastards!" Jiang Siming roared angrily, waving the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword non-stop. Dozens of sword energy that had been condensed in his Dantian for several months were swung out one after another.
"Quick, quick! Stop him!" Everyone in Wuhun Palace shouted hurriedly as they felt the increasingly stronger energy field around Sword Douluo.
Countless soul skills were thrown at Sword Douluo as if they were not consumed.
"Great Light Sword Song!" Jiang Siming's eyes were already blood red, as if the whole world had turned into a killing field.
The figures and soul skills that wanted to rush towards Sword Douluo were all blocked by the bloody Shura in front of him.
"Pfft" Jiang Siming tried his best to resist this attack that was close to his limit. If he hadn't already had a leak-free body, he would have died of exhaustion. He didn't know how much blood he vomited, and he couldn't tell whether the sweat on his clothes was sweat.
It was still blood, and there was only blood in front of me.
"Come on!" Jiang Siming roared. After all, Jiang Siming did not dare to activate the Great Light Sword Song with all his strength, and still maintained the last trace of reason.
"Kill him!" A Contra from the Wuhun Palace shouted.
Dozens of energy waves of various colors rushed towards Jiang Siming from all directions.
When the light gathered together, except for the dazzling white light that erupted, all the soul masters present could no longer see Jiang Siming's specific state.
"Boy Jiang!" Sword Douluo looked at the huge ball of energy in front of him, not believing that a level 40 soul sect could survive such an attack.
The Seven Killing Sword had solidified, and the huge energy fluctuations in the air made the Spirit Masters present feel a sense of depression.
"Death!" The huge Seven Kills Sword was out of proportion to Sword Douluo's small body, but it was swung rapidly. Every time it was swung, it took away the name of a Wuhun Palace soul master, the strongest attacking Titled Douluo
Well-deserved reputation.
The battle between titled Douluo on the other side.
"Tang Hao!" Bibi Dong said through gritted teeth. He never expected that nine Titled Douluo, including her, would still be unable to do anything to the Iron Tower man in front of him. After all, these people could not really sacrifice their lives for her. Tang Hao
With Hao's desperate fighting style, his momentum alone suppressed the Wuhundian side.
"Hahaha! You're not even close to killing me!" Tang Hao said domineeringly. Even though the blood had soaked the shabby clothes on his chest, he was still wild and unruly. The Clear Sky Hammer in your hand is full of blood.
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Because of the body-building pill given by Jiang Siming, Tang Hao has now fully recovered from all his internal injuries, and his soul power has increased by one level, which is more than a star and a half stronger than in the original work.
At this time, Tang Hao and the titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace were in a stalemate for a while. No matter how powerful Tang Hao was, he could only barely draw a draw with the other party, or even fall into a faint disadvantage, and would inevitably be defeated in the long run.
But Bibi Dong couldn't delay it any longer. She felt Sword Douluo's completely erupting tyrannical aura and the Soul Douluo and Soul Saint powerhouses she had worked so hard to cultivate were falling one by one, and she was extremely angry.
Jiang Siming's side.
The huge energy ball has disappeared, and a layer of strange purple light has enveloped the unconscious Jiang Siming. The evil god hook has been released at some point, and it seems to be beating regularly, which looks extremely weird.
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"Where is this?" Jiang Siming looked at the demonic purple surrounding him, as if he was in an endless space. There was not even a trace of blood on his body that should have been scarred.
Just when he thought he would get a fatal blow, the Evil God Hook suddenly moved, and an extremely powerful and strange force eroded his entire body, causing him to pass out.
"This is my inheritance place. To be precise, your consciousness has come to my inheritance place!" A cold voice sounded from nowhere.
Jiang Siming was shocked, and his body subconsciously tensed up, making a defensive posture.
"This can't be the inheritance place of the evil god! Is ideology a dream?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think in his heart, after all, it was the evil god hook that brought him to this place, and there was already a part of the evil god in the evil god hook.
Strength, that would make sense.
"You need strength now, don't you? Accept my inheritance, and I can lend you strength to kill them all!" The cold voice came again, tempting Jiang Siming.
"Send me back!" Jiang Siming ignored the voice. Due to system tasks, it was impossible for Jiang Siming to become a god through inheritance.
The cold voice seemed to fall into silence. He did not expect Jiang Siming to refuse his request.
After a long time, Jiang Siming's body began to disappear bit by bit until it finally became transparent.
Within the purple space, two figures slowly emerged.
They were the two figures, one black and one white, in the mysterious space of Xie Yuan.
"Send him back like this? Aren't you afraid that he will die?" the man in white robe said with a smile.
"You seem to be very happy! Letting him come here is already an exception!" The cold voice just now was made by the man in black robe. At this moment, he looked at the white-haired man with a smile on his face with some displeasure.
"Compared to the last time I saw him, his body is more and more perfect. The power in his body is enough for him to become a new god. With his talent, he will even become the strongest god. I won't refuse you."
It’s hard to accept.” The man in white robe said with a smile.
"Hmph! The power of the new god is too weak, we can't afford to wait! He is also a person born in the Douluo Continent. He cannot escape the imprint of the law. When a crisis arises, we are destined to face it together." The man in black robe is still the same.
He said it coldly, with a hint of helplessness.
"Who knows? I hope my premonition is wrong! But why is it getting stronger?" The man in white robe suddenly stopped smiling.
The purple space is filled with an eerie silence.
Wuhun City, in front of the Pope's Palace.
The purple light curtain around Jiang Siming gradually disappeared, and Jiang Siming woke up again. Sword Douluo and Tang Hao were fighting with a group of titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall. They were not allowed to get even half a step closer to Jiang Siming.
When the two saw the purple light curtain around Jiang Siming disappear, they immediately hugged Jiang Siming and wanted to leave.
"Walk!"
"Chase! Leave them behind!" Bibi Dong looked deeply at Jiang Siming, who was being held by Tang Hao in one hand, and firmly determined to kill Jiang Siming. Because at that moment, Bibi Dong felt the same force coming from God.