Douluo: Titled in the mother's womb, shocked Bibi Dong

Above the sky of Wuhun Palace.

What broke out was the most powerful battle in the history of Douluo Continent.

This is also the first time that mainland people have seen the battle between "gods".

Bibi Dong was floating in the sky above Wuhun City, looking at Qian Feng who had entered the hundred-level realm, and was shocked in her heart.

Until now, he is only close to 20 years old.

Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back and sighed: "Feng'er, you are really a monster that is rare to encounter in the mainland in ten thousand years. But I didn't expect that I would also encounter a monster like Tang San."

Yueguan and other elders remained silent. Everyone understood that the next battle would determine the survival of the entire continent.

Once Tang San, who uses blood as his power, wins, there will probably be no survivors in the entire continent.

"Qian Feng, this time! How will you deal with me!" Tang San's white hair was flying, his face was old, but he was very proud and arrogant. He could no longer think of what other methods Qian Feng could use after shattering the Zhi Ge Sword. : "Without the divine weapon ZhiGeJian, you will be defeated!"

The giant hand of the Blood Plague Ancestor grabbed Qian Feng, carrying the sound and blood with him.

The runes on the palms glowed horribly.

Qian Feng's body was filled with divine power, and a way to deal with it emerged in his mind.

"Really?" His voice was ethereal and shocking, and then he floated into the air, with nine soul rings appearing on his body.

When Tang San saw this, he burst out laughing: "In the battle between us, you still use the rubbish spirit ring spirit skills from the mainland?!"

"Lord Huanghuang Lei, obey my order!"

The order sounded, and Lord Lei's half-length statue appeared behind Qian Feng, and then a dark red soul ring floated from Qian Feng's feet.

"The ninth soul skill: Sea Patrolling Thunder Bow!"

This time, the person holding the bow was no longer Qian Feng. The thunder bow floated into Lei Jun's hand, and its size increased dozens of times!
"This is..." Tang San's heart skipped a beat. Now, when they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.

He urged the Fu Zu Demonic Hand to grab Qian Feng.

I saw Lord Lei in the sky pulling his thunder bow, and bursts of golden thunder gathered.It's a pity that there is no bow and arrow on the string!
This time, Qianfeng made the arrow!

Holding the half-Zhi Ge Sword, he flew to the bow body, and his divine power merged with the Zhi Ge Sword. After the human sword merged into one, it turned into the bow and arrow of the thunder bow held by Lei Jun.

Draw the bow!

Looking at the position of Tang San's magic hand, let go!
There were bursts of sounds piercing the clouds and the sky, and when the golden thunder exploded, Lei Jun and the Pihai patrolling thunder bow disappeared together.

Tang San looked at the "bows and arrows" rushing towards him at extremely fast speeds, gritted his teeth, and the Demonic Hand of the Blood Plague Ancestor grabbed the bows and arrows!

There was a loud explosion, and the Demonic Hand of the Blood Plague Ancestor was directly penetrated!

At the same time, the bow and arrow were also stuck in the demon's hand, followed closely by Tang San's loud laughter: "Hahahaha~ Qianfeng! I'm done, you didn't break up the original body of my ancestor."

"The man and the sword are both forgotten." A cold male voice said, and the bow and arrow in his hand turned into Qianfeng's body, and behind Tang San, half of the sword appeared.

Pierce through Tang San's heart!

"Uh" Tang San vomited blood, the demonic hand dissipated, he staggered a few steps in the air, half of the sword still stuck in his heart.

At this time, the martial arts fusion state came into contact, and Shui Bing'er and Qian Renxue appeared behind them, supporting Qian Feng, who looked pale.

"Brother!"

"seal up!"

The two women's eyes were extremely worried, and their voices were slightly trembling.

"It's okay." Qian Feng waved his hand and looked up at Tang San.

The runes on the face dissipated, the evil hand of Fu Zu also retracted from his back, the Zhi Ge sword was pulled out by him and then thrown away casually, and the big hole in his heart slowly healed.

"There is still a chance." Even though Tang San was seriously injured, he still chose to continue running away.

Look at that direction, it’s out to sea!

Tang San's sudden explosion was too fast, leaving only a cold snort: "The secret method of the Ancestor of Misfortune, immortality. Qianfeng, I will hide it. When it appears next time, can you still defeat me?" "No next time." Once." Qian Feng gritted his teeth, patted the two women's hands, recalled the Zhi Ge Sword that had fallen in mid-air, and chased after Tang San.

"Little sister, Bing'er. There is no need to chase after you. You have consumed too much soul power and can no longer use martial soul fusion skills."

"wait me back."

One after another, the two left Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue and Shui Binger held hands, looked at each other and sighed.Bibi Dong also flew over at this time, pressed the two women's shoulders and said: "Believe in Feng'er, we have completely wiped out the soul masters in the killing city in the continent, which can be regarded as helping Feng'er."

"Pass this emperor's order!" Bibi Dong's eyes widened, and the aura of the pope spread.

The elders of Wuhun Hall and the worshipers of Douluo Hall were all floating around:
"Destroy the remaining soul masters in the killing city and purge the continent!"

"Follow the Pope's decree!"

Above the boundless ocean, Tang San's face became older as he flew at top speed. The hole in his heart was slowly healing, but he also showed a painful expression.

"Survive, you must survive if you survive. I can still make a comeback!"

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a golden light holding a half-length sword followed closely behind.

In terms of speed, it wasn't too far behind Tang San.

The soul power consumption of both of them was huge, but it was already difficult for Tang San to fight back.

"Thousand seals!" Tang San gritted his teeth and continued to fly over the ocean. The seawater below was also slightly separated under the high pressure of the two soul powers.

Qian Feng didn't reply, his eyes were cold, and while he was following Tang San, his soul power was rapidly recovering in his body.

Time passes day by day.

One day, seven days and fifteen days, one month.

March!

For three whole months, the two of them chased each other endlessly on the sea, chasing and escaping without knowing the direction. This place was already a place where spirit beasts rarely came.

Perhaps no one has been here for thousands of years.

Qian Feng's soul power has recovered to the extreme, and during the tracking process, he will also use the Brilliant Thunder Spear to interfere with Tang San's recovery.

At noon, after chasing and escaping every day and every night, Tang San suddenly stopped.

"What, you gave up?" Qian Feng sneered, and the martial soul's true body armor appeared. Even if only half of the Zhi Ge Sword was left, it could still emit a fierce sword energy.

Tang San was now haggard, like an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Suddenly he knelt down in mid-air and kept kowtowing to Qianfeng: "Lord Qianfeng, please let me go!"

"I am willing to hand over all the secrets of the Blood Plague Ancestor, and I am also willing to be branded as a slave by you!"

Tang San waved his hands, looking a little anxious as he continued:

"Don't look at me like this, I'm very powerful! With me, Wuhun Palace can really be invincible~"

"Let me go, Master Qianfeng. I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you."

Tang San said, his voice choked with tears, and he knelt in mid-air and moved towards Qian Feng little by little.

She actually hugged his right leg and sobbed:
"The mistress was ignorant and fell into the wrong path. Fortunately, Master Qianfeng woke me up!"

"I will follow Master Qianfeng from now on, woof woof woof!"

Tang San lowered his head and barked like a dog.

Qian Feng didn't answer, the commander quietly half-stopped Ge Jian floating behind Tang San, aiming at the other man's heart again.

When Tang San imitated the barking of a dog, a drop of blood appeared in his sleeve, waiting for an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)