Douluo's first cut

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This is a name that once shocked the world, no one knows that no one knows, a tyrant sword, sweeping Douluo, was once brilliant in that era.

A long time ago, in the Hall of Martial Spirits, in addition to the thousand clans of the angel clan, there was also the Luo clan, which inherited the tyrant sword martial spirit, and was equally powerful.

The two families are evenly matched, fighting against each other, and jointly in charge of the Wuhun Hall!

About a few decades ago, the Angel family was born out of the most amazing talent in history, Qian Daoliu, who swept the Douluo Continent and faced the Luo family's contemporary domineering sword!

The two fought for ten days and ten nights.

In the end, Tyrannical Dao defeated and died under Qian Daoliu's hands. The Luo clan was subsequently expelled from the Spirit Hall. The Qian clan took the sole control of the Spirit Hall, and Tyrant Dao became extinct in the Douluo Continent!

As for the old madman Luo Xuanchen, he is a survivor of the Tyrant Sword clan... At the same time, he is also the number one enemy of the Spirit Hall. In the eyes of the Qian clan, the tyrant sword is no less dangerous than the Haotian Sect back then!

These past events are all inferred by Fang Xuan from Bibi Dong’s words. Bibi Dong hides the existence of the Angel family and Qian Daoliu, only to say that he is a super power in the Spirit Hall, defeating the contemporary Luo family. Domineering knife.

However, Fang Xuan could understand when he thought about it, who was the super power hidden in the Wuhun Hall, besides Qian Daoliu.

"Fang Xuan, I will give you a month to think about it!"

Before Pope Bibi Dong was leaving, he took a deep look at Fang Xuan and said, "Give the champion genius of the Soul Master Competition a clean cell. Don't let him die!"

Finally, under Bibi Dong’s order, the jailers prepared a clean small room for Fang Xuan. It was made of stainless steel and was unbreakable. Even the ground was paved with steel. A man who had lost his soul power wanted to escape from here. It is impossible to go out.

Moreover, nine iron chains have been added to his body, making him unable to move, making it hard to fly.

"Thirty days..."

Fang Xuan's eyes were cloudy, lying in a dark prison, quietly waiting for the day of judgment.

However, it was obvious that Wuhun Palace would not let him eat plain rice in his own house comfortably, and soon, an uninvited guest came.

"It's been a long time, Fang Xuan!"

A tall and luxurious figure walked into the prison!

This person wore a golden robe, a golden crown on his head, and a silk and satin brocade robe. He was dressed very decent and noble, and the majesty that belonged to the superior was exuded all over his body.

As soon as he arrived, he greeted Fang Xuan enthusiastically, as if he had seen an old friend he hadn’t seen for many years. He smiled gently and said: “By the way, since we were separated from the Soul Master promotion competition last time, this is the first time. Let's meet once, I didn't expect you to be really promising. You won the championship of the Soul Master Finals in one fell swoop and turned upside down the Papal Palace. Hehe, I really underestimated you."

"Hehe, rare guest, I didn't expect that His Majesty the Pope had just finished reading me, and the Platinum Bishop of the Wuhun Hall came to visit again. I feel very honored!"

Fang Xuan squinted his eyes, staring at the incoming person quietly, and said coldly: "Bishop Salas."

This person is amazingly the Platinum Bishop Salas of the Wuhun Hall. Since a long time ago, Salas had been hostile to Fang Xuan, and he had also sent a soul-sage powerhouse to assassinate him. The relationship between the two is extremely bad, it can be described as life and death. Enemy.

Under this circumstance, Salas came to the prison, obviously nothing good.

"Where and where, the peerless genius of the Heaven Dou Empire, my Spirit Hall must be treated in the most friendly way!"

Salas showed a kind smile, took out a thin and long needle from the Soul Guidance Device, pointed it at the tip of Fang Xuan's right index finger, and pierced it fiercely.

A heart-piercing pain suddenly came, madly stimulating Fang Xuan's nerves.

His eyes were blood-red, he clenched his teeth, staring at Salas silently, the cold sweat on his forehead dripping.Little Bookstore www.xxs163.com

"Hehe, how about Fang Xuan, are you satisfied with my way of greeting?!"

Salas sneered, palms continued to force, the iron needle slowly stirred in Fang Xuan's fingers, wisps of blood overflowed from the wound, accompanied by bursts of pain.

Ten fingers to heart!

This kind of pain is more severe than breaking two bones. Salas is very good at torturing people. While talking and laughing, he has given Fang Xuan the most vicious torture!

Fang Xuan was silent, didn't even hum, supported him abruptly with an extraordinary tenacity, just staring at Salas coldly with those cold eyes, like a bloodthirsty wolf!

"Don't worry, let's take it slowly. There is a full 30 days. I have to let you, a peerless genius born in a hundred years, kneel down and beg for mercy, genius? Hehe, in front of our Wuhun Temple A bunch of stinky shit, in the future, even if you are ready to confess your secrets, you may not be willing to listen to it!"

Salas sneered again and again, with endless viciousness surging on his face. Once in the Soul Master promotion match, Fang Xuan was against him everywhere and prevented him from coming off stage many times. This time he caught the opportunity and Fang Xuan never wanted to be in prison. Li'an was born.

"Why do you have so many martial souls and what method did you use..."

Just after finishing a needle, Salas took out another iron needle, pierced Fang Xuan's little finger, and stirred it vigorously, saying, "Say!"

"Do you want to know the secret of my Wuhun?!"

Fang Xuan trembled with pain, but suddenly laughed and looked at Salas: "Come here and I will tell you."

Salas frowned, hesitated for a while, and chose to lean his face over. He didn't believe what tricks Fang Xuan could do with exhausted soul power.

"Pooh!"

A bloody sticky sputum was spit out, just sticking to Salas's face.

That majestic face immediately turned into pig liver color, extremely ugly, and at the same time there was endless anger surging.

"Hahahaha, Master Bishop, you are embarrassed like a dog now." Fang Xuan laughed loudly, making no secret of his mockery of Salas.

"Good! Good! Good! Fang Xuan, you have a kind, all fell into my hands, dare to be arrogant!"

Salas was furious, and first hit Fang Xuan's chest with two fists. He spit out blood, and then took out a pair of sharp scissors from the soul guide ring.

There was a cruel touch on his face,

Aim at Fang Xuan’s index finger,

Cut it hard!

A piece of finger landed, blood gushing!

At this moment, even with Fang Xuan’s strong willpower, he couldn’t help but growl in pain. He raised his blood-red eyes and stared at Salas: "You better pray that I die in prison. Otherwise, today’s hatred will be returned ten times in the future!"

"We Fang Xuan, if you have grudges, you will get back!"

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