Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 111 Hell ([-])

Liu Ying looked at the two people playing tricks in front of him, and didn't have much emotional fluctuation.

He just smiled, slightly.

"Even the old national teacher from Xiliang has been invited, Mr. Cao, you are really strong," Liu Ying said with a smile.

"No, don't get me wrong," Cao Bailu immediately denied, "I really didn't invite him, he came by himself."

"Okay, whether he came by himself or you invited him, an old Xiliang national teacher is far from enough," Liu Ying said lazily.

From the shadow beside him, a middle-aged man with a sword came out.

Cao Bailu saw clearly the appearance of the man with the sword, his face, which was originally calm and composed, turned three points pale.

He quietly arched the elbow of the old Taoist beside him, lowered his voice and asked, "Is it all right?"

The old Taoist also said with an ugly face: "Last year, I fought against him once, and I lost miserably."

"How long can you hold him without defeating him?"

"Eight minutes," the old Taoist gritted his teeth and changed his tune, "No, ten minutes."

"I can hold him for 10 minutes, you kid can figure it out,"

"Okay! Ten minutes is enough!" Cao Bailu nodded affirmatively and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you let me get close to Liu Ying, you can talk about anything."

"Okay, I'll try to hold him back for you," the old Taoist nodded helplessly, "I'm an old bone..."

"Have you talked enough?" The middle-aged man with the sword in his hand looked at the old Taoist priest and Cao Bailu, and took a step forward.

The sword light instantly shone coldly on the entire hall.

One step further.

The sword on his back unsheathed itself and flew in mid-air.

The third step falls.

The surroundings of Cao Bailu and the old Taoist were filled with sword energy.

The old Taoist protected Cao Bailu with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed a stick of floating dust out of thin air.

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly: "Go."

The flying sword in mid-air pierced fiercely towards Cao Bailu's direction!

The old Taoist priest's face was solemn, and the dust whisk in his hand shook, causing gusts of wind and sand to float out of the original hall!

The wind and sand enveloped the flying sword, although it couldn't stop the flying sword's progress, it could delay it anyway.

"It's interesting, old master," the middle-aged swordsman chuckled, clasping his hands together.

The sword is three points more powerful, and the sword energy is even stronger!

The wind and sand surrounding Feijian were like paper walls, which were pierced by Feijian in an instant!
Seeing Feijian getting closer, the old Taoist didn't choose to sit still and wait for death.

He swayed forward with his whisk, and with the momentum of a dragon going out to sea, he whipped up gusts of wind!
The wind that appeared for no reason stirred up more sand and dust that appeared out of thin air. These wind and sand seemed to have life, bypassing the flying sword's sword aura, and charged straight at the middle-aged man and Liu Ying!
And that's beside the point.

Cao Bailu, who was by the old Taoist priest's side, disappeared in place at some point!
Along with the gust of wind and sand, he used the Flying Thunder God technique to appear directly near Liu Ying!
【It’s coming, it’s coming. 】

[It's still a few steps away, just a few steps away! 】

【Let me get three steps closer! 】

[Only three steps! 】

Cao Bailu yelled frantically in his heart. Due to the cover of the wind and sand, no one could clearly see the figure of Cao Bailu using the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Cao Bailu was less than two steps away from Liu Ying.

[It's still one step away! 】

But just as Cao Bailu stretched out his hand to touch Liu Ying.

The middle-aged man appeared like a mountain and stood in front of Cao Bailu.

He looked at the desperate Cao Bailu with a blank expression on his face.

The sword energy was overwhelming, enveloping the old Taoist priest while blocking Cao Bailu's escape route.

At this moment, the space is imprisoned.

Cao Bailu's Flying Thunder God technique is like a toy for the strong to manipulate at will, it is completely useless.

The old Taoist looked at Cao Bailu who had penetrated into the enemy's formation, and wanted to rush out of the enveloping sword energy, but found that he couldn't escape from the encirclement of the sword energy at all.

The middle-aged man withdrew the flying sword and held it tightly in his hand.

"die,"

He whispered in Cao Bailu's ear.

The long sword fell.

Cao Bailu looked at the blade that was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to move but couldn't. He could only let himself be swallowed by fear and despair.

[Okay, let's prepare for the finale. 】

[It was too risky just now, I will pay attention in my next life. 】

[Dear readers, see you in the next novel. 】

With a thought, the long sword fell in front of him.

Cao Bailu closed his eyes, waiting for death.

Above the huge palace, only the hissing and screaming of sword energy remained.

And, a faint greeting.

"You also have a sword?"

The flying sword that was supposed to pass through Cao Bailu's face was caught between two fingers by someone who rushed over suddenly.

The person who came here was Huang Yehu.

　The fourth bomb exploded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)