Douluo Heavens Upgrade

"shhhhhh"

Senhan's spider spear pierced the air, sending out streaks of cold light, heading straight for Chen Xiaoming's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower body and other vital parts.

He didn't even spare his body, and directly blocked all Chen Xiaoming's escape routes, which was extremely cruel.

"Too slow"

The cold light continued to magnify in front of his eyes, and even the slightest chill could be felt under his body. The words in Chen Xiaoming's mouth were floating, and the figure had turned into a stream of light, almost touching the spider spear, and came to Bibi Dong's body.

"boom."

In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong, the martial soul's true form, was like a spider's instinct, spitting out a spider silk from his abdomen, but Chen Xiaoming's fist had already hit, and the spider silk was not even able to stop Chen Xiaoming's fist for a moment, and was dragged along with it. The fist hit Bibi Dong's abdomen.

"puff."

The huge spider body flew upside down in an instant, and blood spurted out. However, Bibi Dong, who was level , still had some strength.

"die."

As soon as the attack came out, Golden Crocodile Douluo's iron tail swept towards him. Compared with Bibi Dong's attack, Golden Crocodile Douluo's iron tail seemed to be very powerful and explosive.

The air exploded with violent sounds, and the waving of its tail made the wind howl, with a terrifying black light at the edge.

“Not enough power”

Clenching a fist with his right hand, silver light condensed on his right fist, the soul power in his body exploded, and the power of the soul bone was pushed to the extreme. Chen Xiaoming did not use his martial soul. He wanted to know how far his power had reached.

"boom."

The same punch was thrown out simply, but this punch was much more powerful than the previous one. The silver light flashed away, and then Chen Xiaoming punched the crocodile's tail.

Terrifying power erupted from his fist. Chen Xiaoming stepped on the void and moved slightly. The power in his fist was transmitted directly along the crocodile's tail.

With a soul power as high as level ninety-nine, a blow that propels a full set of soul bones, even if no martial soul is used, is extremely powerful.

The top martial soul is the powerful Golden Crocodile King martial soul. It explodes with soul power and uses the martial soul's true body. The strongest blow was actually knocked away by the opponent's punch.

Qi and blood surged, and the terrifying power was transmitted into the body along the crocodile's tail. Blood oozed from the corners of Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth, and there was a look of horror and unwillingness in his eyes.

He was a dignified ninety-eighth level titled Douluo, but he was defeated so completely that he couldn't even block the opponent's punch.

True to that old saying.

If you have worries, you will not be young. If you don’t have worries, you will live for hundreds of years.

A mouthful of old blood spat out from Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth. His breath was sluggish. Although the martial spirit avatar was still in good condition, its overall momentum had begun to decline.

He is old after all. With his ninety-eighth level soul power, he can still fight, but now he has suffered internal injuries and his strength has declined even more than Bi Bibi Dong.

"Boom, bang, bang."

Three more figures flew out, but these three were not as strong as Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile Douluo. Their soul power was not as high as Bibi Dong's, and they did not have a martial spirit as powerful as Golden Crocodile Douluo, nor did Bibi. Dong is protected by soul bones.

He was bleeding in mid-air and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

Horrible, invincible, hopeless.

Bibi Dong was very complicated at the moment. Only at this moment did she know what kind of existence she had provoked.

She thought she was smarter and more tolerant than Bibidong, but after all, she gradually lost her position as the Pope.

Twin martial souls, ninety-eight level soul power, one hundred thousand year soul ring, one hundred thousand year soul bone.

None of them are what soul masters on the mainland dream of, but she has them all.

Before Chen Xiaoming, she thought that except for a few people such as Qian Daoliu, no one was her opponent.

Now, this arrogant idea was shattered by Chen Xiaoming, and it was still shattered into dust.

After punching a child, Chen Xiaoming, who had just felt a little bit of the punch, was ready to throw two more punches, but no one came forward.

Looking up in confusion, he met the desperate eyes of Bibi Dong, Golden Crocodile Douluo and others.

Seeing that Golden Crocodile Douluo's breath had dropped, Chen Xiaoming felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's too weak."

He sighed softly, he was really not interested anymore. Bibi Dong and the others, who had just improved a little bit, couldn't bear it after just one punch. What more could he say?

Perhaps with his current strength, those gods can only bring pressure to him.

It was just God's words. I thought about my configuration secretly and shook my head silently.

It is certain that God’s body is weak, but God is not weak.

Thinking about the strength of the second level god, Chen Xiaoming still felt that he should continue to be more modest.

Just be content if you can, and wait until he has enough experience to advance a few levels, then challenge the gods.

For example, the God of Poseidon, God of War, God of Shura, God of Death and Destruction, he wants to fight them all all the way up.

Just when Chen Xiaoming was secretly planning to beat the Shura God in the future, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun and others below looked at the two Spirit Halls that had been defeated and couldn't help but couldn't believe it.

In just a short time, three more fell down, and two more were seriously injured.

Looking at the six figures lying messily on the ground not far in front of them, Dai Mubai and others didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the one with the same complicated mood was Poison Douluo Dugubo not far away. As a level ninety-two titled Douluo, he had no sense of presence from the beginning.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten his existence. After all, there were several ninety-two level titled Douluo who were instantly killed by Chen Xiaoming.

Thinking that the latter was the vice-president of Shrek Academy, Dugu Bo couldn't help but feel lucky that when he bullied Flanders and others, this ruthless man was not around, otherwise the grass on his grave would have been three meters high.

"Hey, you two, I'll give you a ride."

He glanced at the two people in front of him. They had already fought against Wuhun Palace to this point. Chen Xiaoming wouldn't mind killing two more titled Douluo, even if Bibi Dong was among them.

But Chen Xiaoming would not let the other party go just for the sake of advancing the plot.

After all, without Bibi Dong, there would be no way to advance the plot, right?

Chen Xiaoming didn't think so. After all, without Bibi Dong, there might be a Bibi Xi who would oppose Tang San.

However, Chen Xiaoming looked faintly at one place, which was the worship hall. An old man flew out of the worship hall. Although he was an old man, he was tall and burly. There was no sign of age on his face, except for his white hair. , can't tell that the other party is over a hundred years old.

As soon as the figure appeared, it floated in the air. The figure walked very slowly, but with every step, the surrounding space seemed to be bathed in a layer of holy light.

"Great offering."

The desperate Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face as he looked at the old man who appeared. Even Bibi Dong, who had no dealings with the old man, felt relieved when he saw the old man appear, no matter how resentful and vicious his eyes were.

Chen Xiaoming looked at him indifferently, looking at the other person as if he were walking on the holy light, not caring that the other person acted more pretentiously than himself.

Now this pussy is for you to pretend, and later you will be asked to kneel down and give it back. .

With a slight smile on his lips, there was only one person in the Wuhun Palace who could have such a level of cultivation.

"I'm finally willing to come out of your little place, Angel Douluo Qiandaoliu"

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