The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 227 [Sword Coming]

"Who is that guy? White-haired and blood-clothed, hey...it looks chilly."

The speaker put his arms around his arms, as if already feeling the chill.

Someone replied: "I don't know, it seems to be the patriarch's guest."

Someone next to him answered, "Looking at his young age, he is probably about the same age as us, right? To actually want to compete with the patriarch, I really don't know what to do!"

"It's okay. Although the patriarch's temper is a little bit hot, he is really strong and will hold his own. This kid can't die."

At this time, someone began to speak out, and whispered mysteriously: "Don't underestimate him!"

"Do you know some insider information, come and listen to it?"

Some people questioned, "Isn't it just playing tricks?"

The man patted his chest just now, "It seems that you have no news, don't you know?"

Snapped!
"Damn it, Wang Er, why did you hit me?"

The man named Wang Er clenched his fists, "As long as you talk a lot of nonsense, if you have any inside information, tell me!"

As he spoke, he raised his fist, which made the man shrink his head back into his neck in fright.

The state is not as good as human beings, so they can only be beaten.

"Okay, let me say it, let me tell you, it is the white-haired boy in the bloody coat above. I suspect that he has practiced some kind of sorcery to rejuvenate himself!"

Snapped!
"Wang Er, why are you beating me again?"

"It's broad daylight, don't lie here to confuse people, what rejuvenation, what black magic!"

"What I said is true, you didn't see it just now, that white-haired bloody... old man, he flew over!"

"Fly over???"

People around you look at me, I look at you.

Only titled Douluo powerhouses have the ability to fly.

Contra can only glide for a long distance.

"Maybe he used some kind of flying soul skill!" Someone speculated.

"But he doesn't have wings, I can see it clearly!"

Most of the flying soul skills will have something similar to wings appear on the back.

If not...

Could it be that he is really a Title Douluo?

"Impossible, he is so young, even if he started cultivating from the womb, it is absolutely impossible to become a Title Douluo at such an age!"

Someone said so loudly.

Someone responded immediately, "If he is a Titled Douluo, I will run naked on my head and run around the martial arts arena for ten laps!"

"what……"

There was a sigh of relief all around.

"Xiao Shanzi, do you have a special liking for streaking? Didn't you just run streaking once last month?"

"I...I..." The man blushed anxiously.

As for the guesses about Song Wuxin's strength, most of them believed that he was a distinguished guest who was valued by the patriarch and who would guide him as an elder.

Although there were many people who came to watch, they were all young people, third-generation disciples, etc., who wanted to watch the battle and hoped to learn something.

In the back mountain, two gray-haired old men were playing chess.

As the true seniors of the Po Zhi Clan, unless the Po Zhi Clan is really on the verge of life and death, they will not take action easily under normal circumstances.

The two of them played chess, played the piano and drank together in the back mountain all day, all year long. They were really happy and carefree.

In such a troubled world, it is not easy to have such a peaceful life in old age.

The slightly fatter fat old man stroked his beard, dropped a word on the chessboard, and asked casually, seemingly unintentionally, "Brother, do you think that kid can be an invincible opponent?"

Sitting opposite him was a thin old man with a white beard, with a majestic face and a natural righteousness.

Without squinting, he just quietly looked at the chessboard in front of him.

Keep your eyes on and concentrate, so that you can't tolerate anything else except this game of chess at this moment.

Holding a handful of Fushen in his hand, coupled with his white beard, white hair, and white clothes, he looks like the long-standing folklore, the appearance of an immortal "master of Taoism".

While the fat old man glanced back at the martial arts arena down the mountain, he saw the dust in his hand move slightly, quietly moving a certain chess piece on the chessboard.

The smile flickered in the corner of his eyes.

After doing everything well, he answered the fat old man's question majesticly: "In my opinion, this young man is not easy! Come on, it's up to you."

"Brother, I'm bored anyway, so how about we play a game of invincibility with this kid?"

"It's been so many years, and you still haven't changed your gambling nature." The old man with white beard said with emotion.

"Just bet on the 50-year-old bamboo leaf green bottle that you have treasured for many years, dare you?"

"Okay! If you lose, give me your 1-year-old Midnight Grass."

"A word is settled!"

Seeing that the bet was established, the fat old man immediately said: "I bet that I am invincible!"

Yang Wudi is his son, and he is very confident in his son's strength.

Although he is only level 86, with his super attack power, even ordinary Titled Douluo would shy away.

The white-bearded old man dropped his hand and said, "Then I'll bet on the white-haired boy in blood!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the fat old man looked at the chessboard in front of him and asked in confusion, "Hey...why do I feel that there is something wrong with this chess game?"

"Second boy, seeing how old you are, can you say this every time you are about to lose, can you change it?"

"Could it be that I have misremembered? Why since I won eighteen games in a row when I was 18, every time I play chess, I always remember the wrong chess games, especially when I play against you!"

"It means that you are old, people, you have to obey your old age!"

martial arts arena.

The exchange of ideas is imminent.

Yang Wudi has already launched his martial soul.

The spear in his hand flickered sharply under the sunlight, and his hair broke.

How could it be so easy to rank the top three martial souls in the Douluo Continent with the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Killing Sword in terms of attack power.

The soul-breaking gun was born with a ten-thousand-year soul ring and a soul skill.

Therefore, although Yang Wudi is a Contra, he has nine soul rings.

"You don't use Martial Soul?"

Yang Wudi looked at Song Wuxin opposite, and asked with a frown.

Not even opening the Martial Soul, this is not self-confidence, but conceit.

Song Wuxin raised her hand to signal, "Please!"

Yang Wudi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of anger rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Wuhun doesn't even look at it, so who do you look down on!
He had fought against two Titled Douluo before, and he had never been at a disadvantage, but now a brat despises him so much.

That being the case, don't blame his subordinates for being merciless later.

Not only Yang Wudi was a little angry, but the audience was even more disdainful. Basically, no one was optimistic about Song Wuxin.

What a big deal!

Yang Wudi finally made a move.

Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!
Black and red gun intent enveloped the entire martial arts arena, and the ground was instantly riddled with holes and cracks.

Without any bells and whistles, Yang Wudi shot directly at Song Wuxin's Tianling Gai with extremely fast speed.

Where the soul-breaking gun passed, there was an explosion in the air.

Just when everyone thought Song Wuxin was going to be too late, a calm and distant voice echoed, piercing the sky.

"Sword come!"

It was originally a scorching sun, but in an instant, the sun was filled with blood, and thunder, lightning and dark clouds gathered.

Above the void, a bloody vortex suddenly appeared...

(End of this chapter)