Douluo's first cut

You can search "Douluo No. 1 Dao Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!For a swordsman, the knife is life. Losing the knife in battle, and in the peak battle of this title level, is even equivalent to the end of life!

After the black knife broke, the old madman lost his weapon, and his situation was extremely critical, and he would no longer be an opponent of Blood Douluo.

This battle...

"Hahahaha!"

Blood Douluo laughed wildly, slashing the black knife with a sword, a touch of arrogance appeared on his old face, staring coldly at the old madman, and said lightly: "It's a pity, Luo Xuanchen, I admit that your sword skills are indeed unique. No one is invincible in the world. If your sword quality reaches a magical weapon, I am definitely not your opponent!"

Speaking of this, he changed his voice and said with a sneer: "But it's a pity, you can't make a magical weapon! You are a waste martial arts soul again, and your own martial arts soul does not have any fighting power. It seems that you should die here! "

The old madman is silent!

His resolute face was calm, watching the broken knife in his hand, and muttered: "Sure enough, ordinary knives, even the top famous knives, can't be compared to the title-level weapon spirit..."

"What's wrong, Luo Xuanchen, are you ready to catch you? If you catch you alive, I think His Majesty the Pope will be very happy." Blood Douluo said.

"Blood Sword One, you are right, I really can't make a divine tool, but..."

The old lunatic had gray hair, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth raised a dangerous arc: "Who told you that I don't have any artifact?!"

"Eh? What are you kidding about, this kind of trick can't deceive a titled Douluo like me." Blood Douluo was blank for a moment, then frowned, with thick doubts in his eyes, obviously Don't believe what the old madman said.

The broken knife fell from his hand and fell on the blood-stained ground.

At the same time, a murderous scarlet long knife appeared out of thin air, scarlet blood tears the night, and the murderous intent went straight into the sky!

This is a blood-red long knife, about three feet three inches long, with a slim and slender blade.

At first glance, it looks no different from other knives, but in the whole body of this knife, there is a red murderous intent, which is completely condensed into substance, which is clearly visible to the naked eye!

At the moment when this knife appeared, the entire space was filled with gusts of yin wind, accompanied by endless ghosts screaming and wailing, piercing the eardrums, shaking the soul, and sweeping in all directions like a tsunami.

"That's...what knife?!!!"

A hundred meters away, Fang Xuan trembled all over, his bones creaked, and even his soul trembled involuntarily, as if he could not bear the terrifying murderous aura, and was about to collapse!

evil!

It's so evil!

Just looking at that blood-colored long knife will be eroded by its endless murderous aura and can't help it!

"The demon sword! The real demon sword!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, as if he saw a slaughter demon knife from hell!

"Divine tool? Really divine tool! How is it possible, how can you own a divine tool?!" Blood Douluo's expression changed drastically, and seeing the old madman take out the murderous demon knife, he really couldn't keep calm.

Because, even as a Title Douluo, he felt a touch of fear of death from that knife, this was the breath of a god!

"You're right, I, a mortal, really can't cast the legendary artifact, but...I own the artifact!" The old lunatic smiled proudly.

Holding the demon knife forcefully with his right hand, at this moment, his momentum changed in vain, and he rose wildly, like a peerless killer in hell resurrecting, piercing the world with terrifying murderous aura, and shaking the earth!

"Little madman, see clearly, the knife... is meant to be used like this!"

The old madman laughed, his whole body intent on the sword crisscrossed, and the red sword field spread out. The blood-red demon sword aimed at the blood Douluo and smashed it suddenly!

One knife!

Just a cut!

Cut off the blood sword directly, and kill the blood Douluo in the air!

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A Titled Douluo of Level ninety-one, with no resistance, was killed on the spot, his body turned into a cloud of blood, and burst into pieces...

Shocked!

The scene was extremely shocking!

"Kill a Title Douluo with a single blow?!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Strong!

too strong!

Is this the real pinnacle swordsman?!

Fang Xuan looked at the majestic old madman with longing and yearning, is this the highest state of using a knife.

Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and the Domain of Sword, the three are integrated into one, released by the Demon Sword and turned into the ultimate sword, enough to kill the gods and the demons!

"Little madman, don't be in a daze, let's go!"

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan, who was still in a daze, and said: "There is such a big noise here, the Wuhun Hall and the strong men of Heaven Dou should be here soon!"

Fang Xuan was dumbfounded, waking up from the huge shock, and looking at the old madman with surprise on his face: "Hey, hello, you are so strong, what else are you running? Directly blocking and killing the gods, the Buddha blocking and killing the Buddha is not over! "

"Boy, if it's as simple as you think."

Hearing such arrogant words, the old madman gave Fang Xuan angrily.

Suddenly, a wisp of blood spilled from his mouth and dyed his clothes red.

"Uh? Old madman, what's the matter, are you hurt?!"

Fang Xuan was slightly taken aback, looking at the old madman who suddenly vomited blood, looking a little worried.

Unexpectedly, the old madman who had just smashed the blood Douluo with a slash, suddenly vomited blood, his face was completely pale, and he suddenly became haggard.

How is this going?!

Could it be that he was injured in the battle with Blood Douluo!

Fang Xuan was puzzled. He didn't know what was wrong with the old madman. It seemed that the cut just now was not as easy as he had imagined. It also placed a heavy burden on the old madman.

"go!"

The old madman didn't say much, and with a wave of his palm, he put away the broken black knife and water cut off, and then took the scarlet demon knife and left here hurriedly with Fang Xuan.

The rain is torrential, the wind and thunder roar!

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, madly washing the blood stains on the ground, piles of corpses flow out endless blood, and with the rain falling from the sky, they gradually merge into a river, and the whole street exudes a pungent bloody smell!

From a distance, this place is like hell.

Overnight, eleven soul sects, one soul king, and one titled Douluo died in the Spirit Hall!

If this incident were spread, it would definitely shake the entire continent, and the instigator of this feast of killing would surely arouse the rage and frenzied pursuit of the Wuhun Palace!

It really broke the sky!

...

Beside a pile of soul sect corpses, Mu Hong lay on the ground, his pupils diverging completely, his body had already lost the temperature of life and turned into a cold corpse.

At this time, I don't know if it was the impact of raindrops or the wind swept through, his fingers trembled suddenly, and then he was quietly buried by the thick night...