Douluo's Fire

Under the general's expectant gaze, a sky-reaching sword light suddenly appeared in front of the three escaping gods.

The sword light shattered the moonlight, slashed through the air with infinite force, and crashed into the three gods Tang San who was caught off guard.

With a bang, dust flew up. The three gods could not withstand the slashing attack of the sword and were cut down from the sky to the ground.

Three huge pits appeared on the ground. Tang San held his chest and struggled to fly up from the bottom of the pit, with traces of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Two rays of light, one purple and one bloody, rose up beside him, transforming into Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen who were bleeding.

Both Tang Chen and Zhu Zhuqing had a tragic blood mark on their chests. Even though the divine power was desperately trying to mend the injury, the remaining sword light was tearing apart the flesh hissingly, and continued to release blood.

With just one blow, Tang San and the others were injured and retreated. Behind them, the terrifying Thunder Dragon was tearing through the air with its fangs and claws, flying towards them.

Once the two armies were surrounded, Tang San and the others would have absolutely no chance of escaping.

No!There should be no hope of survival at all!

Therefore, Zhu Zhuqing stirred up the divine power in his body, and his divine position was shaking and burning.

The huge Netherworld White Tiger silhouette raised its eyes ferociously, and the darkness eroded away towards the surrounding moonlight, just like a beast in the hell world carrying Netherworld on its back, coming through the sky.

The powerful aura suppressed the dust below and pressed it to the ground. Not a dust could be seen, not a single insect chirped. Under the quiet realm, it was like a netherworld, eternal silence.

Wisps of blood were jumping, and the huge Shura Sword was placed beside Tang Chen. The sharp momentum was turned into heavy pressure by him.

The air shook with ripples, and the god's throne was also shaking and burning. Tang Chen grinned and looked fiercely at the army ahead.

Throughout his life, Tang Chen was no weaker than anyone else. Even if he died, he would die happily and happily!

Tang San, who was holding the ball of light, was about to tell his grandfather and Zhu Zhuqing his countermeasures with cold eyes. He would use all his "resentful wails" as the vanguard to suppress the opponent's momentum, and then explode with all his strength, taking advantage of the gap to rush out!

However, the burning momentum of Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen made Tang San suddenly look anxious, "Grandpa, Zhuqing, don't burn the throne, we can get out! Trust me!"

The blue-gold divine power burst out with the last roar. Holding the Poseidon Trident, Tang San's left hand turned into a mysterious jade hand. As his fingers rotated, a ball of light was thrown out at an extremely fast speed.

Under Tang San's hidden weapon technique, the air was no longer an obstacle to flight. Instead, it was rotated by the light ball and borrowed power, falling towards the army in front with an extremely weird trajectory.

The sword shadow was heavy, and the soldiers in front pressed the handle of the sword, and the fierce sword energy rushed into the sky, shattering the moonlight all over the sky, and once again condensed a huge blade towards Tang San and the others, and slashed vertically!

As for the ball of light, the entire army is surrounded by sword energy. Any foreign object that comes close to them will be chopped and torn into pieces, and will no longer exist at all.

Therefore, Tang San had to take action to gain a chance for the ball of light to get closer, otherwise the small amount of "howling resentment" would not be able to cross the long distance and spread to the soldiers on the opposite side.

With a roar, the shadow of heavy waves appeared in the sky, slapping the large array of swords ahead.

At the same time, the Poseidon Trident emits blue-gold light, and Tang San uses all the remaining power in his body to aim at the formation in front.

With a roar, the extremely violent Poseidon Trident broke through the air, rippled, and charged towards the light of the army ahead!

That's where the army is closest to the ball of light!

Youzi's divine power built a huge Netherworld White Tiger. As he roared to the sky, Zhu Zhuqing, who was in the deepest part of the Netherworld White Tiger, calmly pointed forward with his delicate hand.

Countless purple divine powers gathered in front of Zhu Zhuqing's fingers. As the huge ghost white tiger roared, a terrifying light pillar began to form in its mouth.

With a cold voice, Zhu Zhuqing burned the divine position on his body and summoned all his strength to point his finger at the sky-piercing sword light.

"The Nether White Tiger Breaks."

Noisy!

The beam of light penetrated the sky and collided with the huge sword light coming from the slash.

A terrifying bloody sword light slashed upward from Zhu Zhuqing's side. In the shadow of heavy waves, the sword light was like an emperor in the sword, slashing at the army's sky-searing sword light with infinite power.

A violent bombing sound was heard within a kilometer of the collision place. The energy of the collision slowly swept through, and the terrifying sword light flickered in it, strangling all the bloody sword light and faint purple energy.

The blows of the two gods that burned their own thrones were only equal to the attack of the opposite army. The significance of it made Tang San and the others pale again.

However, at the moment when the army's attack was blocked, Tang San's Poseidon Trident finally hit the army's light with violent power.

The hole was shattered, and dozens of nearby soldiers spurted out blood, and their momentum became sluggish.

However, the sluggishness of dozens of soldiers will not have much effect at all in an army of thousands of soldiers.

Part of the sword light flew up, preparing to suppress Tang San's Poseidon Trident.

Tang San, who lost his super artifact, would no longer have a chance to escape.

But at the same time, the ball of light carrying the "Wail of Resentment" also approached the army.

There was a clicking sound, and black mist emitting a wailing sound rose from under the cracks.

The sound wave was so fast that it followed the soul power of the soldiers in the army and covered the entire army in the blink of an eye.

Countless bloody hands rose from the bottom of the blood lake, struggling and whispering, trying to pull all the soldiers down.

The sudden weakening of the army's overall momentum made Tang San and others' eyes suddenly light up.

"Wailing with Resentment" worked.

Flying forward rapidly, Tang San reached out to grab his Poseidon Trident, and was about to use his divine power to squeeze out his speed and escape from here.

As for taking the opportunity to expand the results of the victory and destroy them when the army's momentum is sluggish?

If there hadn't been the thunder dragon behind that exuded violent aura, Tang San might have been a little moved.

But now, it’s better to run away quickly.

As soon as the Poseidon Trident is obtained, the three gods will turn into flowing light and leave here quickly.

However, when all the gods were unexpected, the army suddenly woke up.

The countless murmurs for help in the spiritual sea made all the soldiers angry, the anger of being unable to rescue!

Amid the angry roars, the sword energy from all the soldiers gathered into the sky and turned into three sword wheels exuding terrifying aura!

Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, he raised the Poseidon Trident and blocked it forward fiercely, and at the same time shouted angrily to Grandfather Zhu Zhuqing and the others: "Be careful of their cutting!"

There was a stabbing sound, the flesh and blood was being peeled off, and the hot divine blood was falling down as if it was free of charge.

Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen, who met Daolun for the first time, were unable to resist, and a horrific wound was pulled out on their abdomens.

The wound was bloody and bloody, and the internal organs could be faintly seen beating.

Then, the blade wheels rotated and flew back to the sky above the army, merging with each other and elongating, and a huge blade exuding a terrifying aura condensed out as Tang San's pupils narrowed.

There was no pause, no roar, the moment the knife wheel disappeared and the huge blade appeared, countless sword energy sharply cut towards Tang San and the others' bodies.

The sword energy squeezed, trying to solidify their bodies into this void.

The blade tore through the moonlight, carrying an irresistible force and slashing towards Tang San and the others whose bodies were frozen!

His eyes were about to burst, Tang San's voice roared, and the trident mark on his forehead was about to burn, fighting against this terrifying sword light!

However, Youshen was faster than Tang San.

The remaining divine power of the Burning God was concentrated into this attack by Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen.

The huge Netherworld White Tiger broke away from Zhu Zhuqing's body, appeared in front of the blade, and struck in the air.

The two-meter-long Shura sword carried boundless blood light and flew in front of the blade.

Terrifying energy is erupting, and the purple divine power and the bloody sword light are entangled and competing.

But in the end, the huge blade was even better, turning into an irresistible force and striking Tang San and the others fiercely.

The figure retreated, and the moment the blade struck, Tang San used his body to block the remaining power for Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen.

The Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit stretched out two pieces of Blue Silver Grass to tie their bodies, and fled towards the sea while coughing blood crazily.

He must take advantage of the opportunity created by Zhu Zhuqing and Tang Chen to escape. He must escape, escape!

However, the exact same situation and the exact same ending made Tang San roar and bleed in his heart!

He, unwilling!

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