Douluo's assistant carrying five swords

There was a loud bang, and no one could see clearly when the Rakshasa God took action. Liang Yue, who was controlled by Kazan, was actually bounced back.

God Rakshasa looked at the scarlet energy and blood retained in his palm, with a serious look on his face, and said secretly: "Compared with the one of destruction, this thing is not much weaker. It is worthy of the ghost of destruction that the shameless man calls it."

Then, the scarlet eyes of the Rakshasa god looked at the other three ghosts and gods below who were motionless, and frowned involuntarily, "This power is not small. If it gets out of hand, it will be death."

Then, the Rakshasa God smiled and said, "But that's right, he is just a lunatic."

The Rakshasa God stood up, landed on the ground, stared at Liang Yue, who was possessed by Kazan, and said: "This little ability is not enough!"

After saying that, the Rakshasa God flashed, Liang Yue's eyes flashed, and then he was thrown away by a huge force.

Then, the Rakshasa god disappeared again.

Kazan, who controlled Liang Yue's body, narrowed his eyes and raised his ax to block behind him. Just hearing a click, a black sickle suddenly appeared on the hand axe.

The Rakshasa God was slightly surprised. This guy actually discovered the trajectory of his attack. He was worthy of being a ghost.

Kazan looked a little annoyed. The energy and blood in this body were too weak and he couldn't exert his strength at all. If he hadn't been strengthened by dragon blood, he probably wouldn't be able to exert his current strength.

The Rakshasa God kept using his physical strength to attack, and Kazan was kept suppressed and beaten due to physical reasons.

But everything must have a degree.

At this time, Kazan's tolerance had reached its limit. He ignored this body and forcibly instilled the power of qi and blood into Liang Yue's body.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Liang Yue roared in a low voice, the blood covering his body became redder and redder, scarlet lines crawled all over his body, and crystal clear blood beads suspended around his body.

With a buzzing sound, Liang Yue waved one hand, and the dead air surged instantly, setting off gusts of wind.

The blood-colored beads rushed past, spanning a distance of several meters, and arrived in front of the Rakshasa God in the blink of an eye.

The Rakshasa God's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly put up a black shield.

Bang bang bang!

The blood-colored beads exploded with a bang, and the blood-colored smoke and dust drowned the Rakshasa God in the blink of an eye.

Just when Kazan wanted to continue the attack, a flash of white light suddenly flew out of the sword box behind Liang Yue.

Everyone looked at the white light flying in the air and showed doubts.

At this time, the Rakshasa God flew out of the explosion and flew in the air. After seeing the white light, he actually stopped moving.

While everyone was confused, the strong and dazzling light slowly faded away, revealing a branch.

Flanders was surprised, "Isn't this... isn't this Liang Yue's branch?"

Under everyone's gaze, strips of silvery white light emitted from the branches, quickly entangled Liang Yue and tied her up.

Kazan was also entangled in the silver light, and then the silver light dragged Kazan into Liang Yue's ghostly hands.

When the other ghosts and gods saw it, their expressions changed and they quickly tried to escape, but they were still a step too late. The silvery white light entangled all the ghosts and gods, dragging them into Liang Yue's ghost hands.

The blood color on Liang Yue's body slowly faded, and her black eyes became normal. After all the ghosts and gods returned, Liang Yue rolled her eyes and fainted.

After that, an octagonal stone flew out from Liang Yue. Everyone took a closer look and saw a similar-looking picture carved on it.

The stone fell on the silver-white branch. In an instant, a burst of white smoke rose from the silver-white branches, and the white smoke wrapped the sheep charm, forming an old man with a ruddy complexion.

"Rakshasa, angel, long time no see." The old man said.

The Rakshasa God looked normal, but the Angel God showed a look of horror, his lips trembled, and he pointed at the white-haired old man in disbelief, "Impossible, impossible! Aren't you dead? Aren't you supposed to be in disarray!"

"Humph!"

The white-haired old man snorted and raised his hand gently. In the blink of an eye, the visible sky was actually covered by layers of profound and mysterious magic circles.

The magic circle started to move, and with a bang, countless sharp blades flew from nowhere and fell from the sky. From a distance, they looked like a silvery white river.

"The Sword of the River...comes from the sky."

The old man murmured softly, and the silver-white river seemed to be pulled, and all flew towards the angel god.

The angel god's expression was extremely ugly, and a huge seraph silhouette suddenly appeared behind him, protecting himself.

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, the Seraphim was destroyed by the Sword of the River.

The angel god was shot down and flew towards the ground like a cannonball, smashing a deep pit into the ground.

However, the Sword of the River was not over yet. It spun twice in the air and actually rushed towards the Angel God again.

The angel god could no longer remain calm, nor could he maintain the nobility and pride of the angel god. He shouted at the Rakshasa god: "Rakshasa, save me!"

The Rakshasa God looked at the white-haired old man, and the black sickle in his hand came out and hit the Sword of the River that was still in the air.

One black and one white, the two energies collided violently. After a moment of silence, like a divine punishment, a burst of energy was released centered on the collision point, like a Category hurricane.

The barrier set by the angel god was shattered like paper, and Qian Renxue and the others got in touch with the outside world again.

As soon as the people outside saw the golden barrier broken, a hurricane hit them head-on, like a huge wave, hitting their faces heavily.

boom--

Suddenly, the minds of soul masters below level went blank, and they passed out amid the indescribable violent roar.

"Jian Lao, it's not necessary to kill him just after we met." Rakshasa God said slowly.

"Humph!"

The old man named Jian Lao snorted coldly, looked at the Rakshasa God with his silver-white eyes, and said: "Don't think that because you are on good terms with the Palace Master, I won't dare to hit you. The Zhuxian Sword Formation has covered the entire Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years. In the past, although the restrictions restricting you have become much weaker, their power has not diminished. Do you want to give it a try?"

After saying that, Jian Lao raised his hand, and the magic circle covering the entire sky began to turn red. In an instant, the whole world seemed to have entered the end of the world, which was terrifying.

Then, a red sword blade hung in the sky, and those titled Douluo looked at it with shock on their faces.

They feel like one sword above can kill them, let alone countless others.

"Don't be joking, Mr. Jian." God Rakshasa smiled and said: "The boy's current strength cannot match the complete Immortal Killing Sword Formation. Don't make fun of me."

When everyone heard the words of the Rakshasa God, they were dumbfounded.

Who is this?

God Rakshasa, he actually spoke to the old man like a junior. Who is this old man?

"Then are you going to leave on your own, or am I going to beat you away?" The old man raised his eyebrows, then looked at the people below, and said unhappily: "The palace master should have stopped you gods from leaving a legacy in the first place, otherwise These bad things won’t happen anymore.”

"Don't say that, we also want to continue the family lineage. These days, if the god has no successor, he will suffocate to death in the divine world." The Rakshasa God grabbed the angel god lying on the ground, tore a crack open and cut it. It was thrown in.

"Jian Lao, you don't want to recreate the glory of the Sword God Palace, do you?" Rakshasa God asked in a voice.

Jian Lao: “…………”

Seeing that Jian Lao remained silent, Rakshasa God instantly understood, "Come on, I finally understand your thoughts, even if it goes against his will."

The Rakshasa God turned to look at Bibi Dong, and shot out a black light from his hand, which quickly melted into Bibi Dong's eyebrows.

"Girl, I've given you the road. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on you... Ah!"

Before the Rakshasa myth could be finished, Jian Lao kicked him into the crack, and then quickly formed a seal.

The magic circle covering the entire sky changed again and again, and finally disappeared.

Jian Lao sighed, stretched out his hand to lift Liang Yue up, and placed it in front of Sword Douluo, "Descendants of Seven Kills, you must protect this son well."

Then, a white light appeared in his palm and flew into Sword Douluo's body, saying: "This is the original Seven Kills Sword Technique. Let it be regarded as a reward for your family's tens of thousands of years of perseverance."

After saying that, Jian Lao glanced at Bai Zong and disappeared.

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