Douluo: Ice and Fire Douluo

Chapter 207

"Hmph! Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, nothing is impossible."

Nie Kuangdao snorted coldly, and the huge gold and silver halo shattered loudly, turning into countless gold and silver fragments, shining brightly, and then drifting away.

The huge explosion resounded throughout the entire Heaven Dou City, and everyone stopped in horror, staring blankly at the colorful scene in the sky.

Many people guessed that it was the masters of the Wuhun Temple who lost to those mysterious and powerful strangers.

The believers of the Wuhun Temple were filled with sadness, and rushed towards the direction of the temple even more defiantly.

The figures of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo reappeared, but they were already in a panic.

The two of them collapsed on the ground, their faces as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Their bodies were devoured by this powerful martial soul fusion technique, almost like this temple, turned into ruins.

Ghost Douluo's figure was no longer vague, and he was completely visible to everyone.

This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"How is it possible..." Ju Douluo muttered to himself with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, unable to accept this result.

The Black Eagle Douluo, who was suspended in mid-air and hadn't yet flown away, was beating wildly at this moment, and the soul of the dead was about to emerge.

He heard Nie Kuangdao's brazen words just now, and wanted to break through this martial soul fusion technique, so he deliberately stayed here, wanting to see Nie Kuangdao's embarrassing appearance.

He couldn't understand this martial soul fusion skill of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo very well, it was the strongest control skill in the Spirit Hall.

However, there is a price to be paid for watching jokes. He didn't expect Nie Kuangdao to break through the martial soul fusion skill.

Nie Kuangdao's direct gaze made Hei Diao Douluo shudder, the indifferent killing intent in that gaze made his whole body icy cold, like falling into an ice cave.

escape!escape!escape!
This is his only thought now, this mysterious old man is so terrifying, it even made him feel like he was facing a big offering.

That's a level 99 peak Limit Douluo, the person who stands at the top of this world.

What the hell, their Zhao family has provoked such a terrifying person.

He lowered his head and glanced at Zhao Wutian in his hand, really wanted to strangle this traitor to death.

The idiot who only thinks with his lower body put his Zhao family in danger of extermination.

"Dad, fly quickly, the old guy is coming, hurry up, hurry up!"

Zhao Wutian's eyes were terrified, and he shouted hoarsely, he was really scared.

The young couple from back then could even be said to be a bit down and out, how could they have such a terrible background?

He was so impulsive that he caused such a catastrophe.

Zhao Zhengxiong didn't need his son's reminder, he started flapping his wings crazily as early as the moment the halo exploded.

Feeling the murderous gaze behind him, Zhao Wutian trembled all over, almost convulsed.

He turned his head and saw that all the titled Douluo were looking at him in unison, and all of them lost their souls immediately, and a stream of urine flowed out directly.

"Dad, throw her away, quickly throw her away!" Zhao Wutian yelled frantically.

Zhao Zhengxiong hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand, and Qian Renxue fell from the air.

Her martial soul was released, flapping her wings, hovering in the air, looking at the father and son fleeing in a hurry, her beautiful eyes were full of cold killing intent.

Zhao Zhengxiong's speed suddenly increased, and his heart calmed down a little.

With his speed, those terrifying Title Douluo behind might not be able to catch up to him.

Abandoning Qian Renxue, he dared not go back to the Wuhun Hall, but as an enshrinement of the Wuhun Hall, he had earned a rich family fortune over the years, which was enough for him to live comfortably.

At this moment, in the dark city below, a thick sword energy soared into the sky, tens of meters high, piercing through Zhao Zhengxiong's body.

"You insidious and cunning guy, I finally caught you."

Sword Douluo Luo Chenxin's voice sounded, which shocked many people.

Zhao Zhengxiong was extremely desperate. He was seriously injured, but now he was stabbed by Chen Xin again, and he could no longer fly.

He just carried Zhao Wutian and fell down.

Zhao Wutian's incomparably frightened cry sounded, piercing his heart.

No one caught them, and they just slammed into the street with a bang, and the hard floor made their injuries worse.

"The hidden thing, I finally caught you. Who are you? Where did you catch that kid? Tell me!"

Sword Douluo held a sharp sword and pressed it against Zhao Zhengxiong's throat.

He let the Black Eagle Douluo escape before, and when he returned, he found that Nie Yun had disappeared, leaving only a bit of the breath of another Titled Douluo in place.

This made him very anxious and furious. If Nie Yun was not found, his fame in the whole life would be lost.

He didn't dare to go back to report, and kept wandering around in Tiandou City to search, but unexpectedly, he happened to meet the escaped Black Eagle Douluo here.

At this moment, Qian Renxue flew over.

"Senior Sword Douluo, he is from our Spirit Hall."

People from Wuhun Temple?
Jian Douluo froze for a moment, he didn't expect this mysterious person to come from Wuhun Temple.

Although he is a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he is also known as an honorary elder in the Wuhun Hall.

Knowing Zhao Zhengxiong's identity at this time, he suddenly didn't know how to deal with it.

Jian Douluo looked at Qian Renxue, a little surprised: "Are you the saint of Wuhun Hall?"

Qian Renxue nodded: "Not bad!"

Jian Douluo's face became gloomy: "Why did your Spirit Hall arrest Nie Yun?"

Qian Renxue shook her head, and said apologetically, "Senior, I'm very sorry, but this person has a personal enmity with Nie Yun, so taking Nie Yun away is not the original intention of our Spirit Hall."

At this moment, Nie Pojun rushed over with two Titled Douluo, the powerful aura made Chen Xin involuntarily vigilant.

"Who are you?" Chen Xin asked in a deep voice.

Nie Pojun replied wildly: "Nie Pojun, the Patriarch of the Nie family."

Nie family, Nie Yun.

Thinking of the few words he heard just now, Jian Douluo suddenly had some guesses in his heart.

Nie Pojun came up, picked up Zhao Zhengxiong and his son who were like a puddle of mud, and walked towards the ruins of the temple.

Qian Renxue immediately followed. The Nie family did not show any killing intent towards her, which is a good thing. She must resolve the grievances between the Nie family and the Spirit Hall.

Jian Douluo hesitated for a moment, but also followed.

It was his responsibility that Nie Yun was taken away under his protection, and the powerful Nie family also aroused his strong interest.

He has long been tired of the lonely days when it is hard to find an opponent, and he is eager to fight.

Nie Pojun grabbed Zhao Zhengxiong and his son back to the original place, and fell to the ground hard.

Nie Yun came up and stepped on Zhao Wutian's stomach, causing him to vomit blood in pain, and curled up clutching his stomach.

"Master Nie, please let me go, I know I was wrong." Zhao Wutian turned over, knelt there and kowtowed fiercely, an unpleasant smell of urine wafted out.

Nie Yun's voice was cold: "If you kill someone, you will pay with your life!"

At this moment, those Wuhundian believers who are not afraid of death finally approached.

(End of this chapter)