My Mother Bibi Dong of Douluo

Black wings are floating.

Qian Mengyi looked at the 13 people in front of him with deep cold eyes and narrowed his eyes.

How can two people slaughter one sect with at least a thousand people?

The safest method is to assassinate one by one, as long as the technique is good.

One person, one sword and one night, can accomplish the world's unparalleled feat.

But it was sloppy after all.

Halfway through.

In an inconspicuous room, there was a Title Douluo.

Although it was just a rookie who had just entered Title Douluo, at the last moment of his life, the other party let the rest of them discover them.

The response of the Qibao Glazed Glass Sect was still very fast.

And what was in front of them was the resistance they quickly assembled.

The first person is also nine rings.

One in hand, Panlong stick.The smashed air detonated Goo.

There are also two Contras.

Behind him is iron wings, covering the sky, and a single-winged vine in its palm, winding and twisting like a python.

And behind them.

Ten, Qibao Liuli Pagoda.

Amidst the diversity of colors, the three in front of them are rising steadily.The aura of the two Spirit Douluo was not much weaker than that of the Title Douluo.

It seemed as if it had already become a Title Douluo without the ninth spirit ring.

Therefore, the Qibao Glazed Glass Sect, the direct line is the auxiliary martial soul.However, his vassals are indeed many.The various disciples of Keqing from outside are the foundation of the Qibao Liuli Sect.

It was also the Douluo Continent, the third largest sect they supported.

Now Qian Mengyi looked at the three people in front of him, and suddenly thought of a question.

Well, can the attribute increase in this seven-treasure colored glaze be superimposed?

Looking at the current situation, it should be superimposable. Otherwise, why is there a row of assistants standing behind?Waiting to be slaughtered?

This is very hooligan.

Can't help thinking inside.

Just remembered that a soul master was assisted by hundreds of Qibao colored glazes behind him.Such an increase in attributes, I am afraid that an ordinary person can stand shoulder to shoulder with a god, right?

Well, it shouldn't be so, awesome.

Looking at the three people in front of me, their power involuntarily spilled out. Although they didn't show it on the face, they still endured something deep in their eyes.

It seems that there is an endurance limit.

Probably it varies from person to person.

Oh!The Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda is indeed a good martial soul.

How could such a powerful martial soul make it extinct?

From this moment, Qianmengyi has decided.

Be sure to keep the seeds.

After returning to Wuhun Hall.

Developed the third largest Wuhun Hall, an affiliated family.

At that time, under the control of Wuhun Hall, the mainland will definitely be prosperous.

Haha, explosive soldiers are king...

Suddenly, I felt that someone was looking at him, and the corner of his eyes rolled away inadvertently.Well, a young girl.With his eyes, he can clearly see the confusion, panic, and fear in the opponent's eyes.

Well, nice sow...

Uh, no, this kind of thinking is too inhumane.

But there are many thoughts, and I still have to solve the immediate trouble.

Turning his head to look at Xuedi.

There is no communication, only eye contact.

Xuedi seemed to understand, and nodded.

Then Qianmengyi's wings shook.

Toward, panting heavily, still adapting to the front row, three people rushed over.

The titled Douluo's eyes dazzled.

A violent shout.

"Ah! Wuhun real body!"

The next Panlong stick in his hand became thicker and bigger in the blink of an eye, as if it was going to penetrate the world.

Qian Mengyi who came to the assault and killed him was smashed.

Qian Mengyi's eyes narrowed, but disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Uh, it didn't seem to have changed as much as he expected.

It seemed that strength was being volleyed up.

If, in a duel at the same level, it will definitely surprise people.

But now in his opinion, the other party's breath is vain, strong outside and doing.There is still no suspense in this battle.

A triumphant smile appeared on the opponent's face, and the power in his body surged towards the violent arms.Bare teeth grin: "You go to death for me!"

The violent strength in his body has already allowed him to see the flesh and blood of the opponent being beaten by himself.

Near, near, almost a little bit.

"Peng."

Right in front of his eyes, the dark shadow was hit by his huge stick.A cloud of blood exploded.

The opponent was actually smashed in half.

"Hahahahaha..."

His ferocious face let out a wild laugh.

This is the feeling of bursting power.

But suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

"Oh! What are you laughing at?"

A faint voice rang in his ears.

Title Douluo's pupils shrank, and his brain instantly cooled.Dense beads of sweat appeared on his back instantly.

Feel it, like the gentle voice of a lover whispering in the ear, and the sensation of itching on the ear.

His heart is terrified.

Somewhat blankly he looked towards.

There is no shadow of the other party long ago, empty and empty.

"Humph!"

Blood spilled from the corner of the mouth...

Looking down, a black sword pierced through his heart, revealing a large blade.

His eyes were horrified and desperate.

The hand dropped weakly, and all the power of the body disappeared instantly.

He tilted his head to the side, and only had time to say something with his mouth lying on the blood foam: "Actually...it's...illusion..."

Qian Mengyi slowly drew out his sword.

"You are not as good as the one just now, at least the one who called just now was very loud and was not deceived by my illusion." His mouth seemed to be muttering to himself.

The movements are slow and graceful.

There is no urgency.

The silent body did not directly fall down.Qian Mengyi held him back.

Then he stretched his hand and grabbed one of the opponent's arm.

Suddenly exerted force.

The blood splattered his face.Reflecting on his originally handsome face, it was a bit scary.Then the flame rose in his hand.

In an instant, the flesh and blood were burned.Only a piece of jade-like arm bones remained.

The corpse fell weakly.

The eyes are wide open.

He whispered lightly in his mouth: "It's really not good for you to mix, why are you all together?"

After the experience of picking up corpses, he became more adept.

Illusion is also his compulsory course now.

With strong mental power, he has been learning to study and use spiritual power.

The illusionist Xiaocheng now confuses some weak rookies or weak-minded people, which is generally useful.

However, in a competition of the same level, he can only use mental power to forcibly interrupt the opponent's skills, or directly use mental power to violently attack.

At this moment, I was watching, several other people in the sky.

All of them are dumbfounded.

Become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Looking at one of them, the old man with Harazi flowing in his mouth, Qian Mengyi frowned.

I don't know what the old guy saw.

But the next moment, the old man's head flew high.

Blood sprayed three feet high...

It was Xuedi's fingers that stretched three feet long with Yu Hanmang's sword energy.

It seems that destroying a sect is not that difficult.