Chapter 111: [One Night of Baldness (1)]
Holy Spirit Village.
Outside the shabby hut, Tang Hao roughly stuffed a milk bottle into Tang San's mouth, looking at the bloody sword intent in the sky with shock.
Two words, horror!
Is this his true strength? He is so strong!
If I face this sword, can I continue?
Tang Hao hesitated for a while, shook his head, and decided to live a more practical life, thinking about what to do with the money for milk powder tomorrow.
If I could in this life, I would never want to provoke that lunatic.
But...he demolished the Wuhun Palace for me, which is really satisfying!
As for the fact that Song Wuxin would die in Wuhun Hall, Tang Hao was not worried at all.
That man, no, you cannot treat him as a human being.
I dare to bet the life of the son in my arms, he will definitely not die in Wuhundian.
That person, ghastly, good at calculating, has always planned first before acting, and has already prepared three, even five or six retreats for himself.
In Tang Hao's arms, Tang San sucked on the pacifier, looked at the sword intent in the bloody night sky, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
That look, the sword, and tonight's scene will be engraved in his memory forever.
For the rest of his life, every time Tang San thought of these things, even if he had already become a god at that time, he still couldn't help but feel numb.
Because that person...is not a human being!
Tang San still thought before, when his body grows a bit longer, he will study that [Blood Soul Dongdu] seriously, to see if he can find a solution to it.
But at this moment, looking at the sword intent in the blood-colored night sky, he finally understood that he was just daydreaming.
How could such a strong man break the forbidden curse contract so easily?
chirp chirp...
There was a sound of sucking on a pacifier.
Wuhun Temple.
The moment Song Wuxin drew his sword, the world was shocked, and there were so many experts in the Wuhun Hall who were on the scene, one can imagine what kind of experience it was at this time.
His whole body was feeling cold, and his throat felt as if someone had put a sword on it. He didn't dare to breathe out, and his breathing movements subconsciously slowed down for half a beat.
so horrible!
With the intention of the bloody sword, all the strong men who were still flying in the air were forced to be suppressed.
In addition, the third wave of thunder from the Nine Heavens Blood Thunder Formation has already struck down.
Nine thunder and lightning formed the word "Thunder" and struck down.
It is equivalent to a 93-level titled Douluo's dying blow with all his strength, which is extremely powerful.
Without the main force of Qian Daoliu, they said that the pressure has been raised several levels in an instant.
The coercion of the bloody sword intent and the splitting of the bloody thunder, in addition to saving their lives, they also had to protect the building of the Wuhun Hall.
They had no choice but to set their sights on Qian Daoliu.
It's a pity that Qian Daoliu can't protect himself at this moment.
The sword intent finally struck!
In the bloody sky, the blood-red energy pillar finally cut through the air.
In the night sky, a blood-red crack opened.
It was as if... the sky had been cut in half.
Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, Demigod Realm, Seraphim, Ninth Soul Skill [Angel Destroyer].
The huge seraph shadow, the pure angel sword, compared with the bloody sword intent in the sky.
It's like the gap between a grandson who has just learned to walk, and a special soldier father who is in his prime.
Whether it is power or form, it is much worse.
boom!
The two finally collided head-on!
Click!
A huge crack running through the entire north and south of Wuhun City suddenly appeared.
On the bloody sky, the blood-red crack that was drawn could not be dissipated for a long time.
puff!
A sword slashed, and under the bloody night, an arm flew into the air.
At the critical moment, Qian Daoliu decisively chose to abandon the car to save the commander, and escaped with his life at the cost of an arm.
puff!
Qian Daoliu knelt down on one knee, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely pale.
Behind him were five titled Douluo, three of whom were dead. Of the twenty Contras, only two were left at this moment.
Of the sixty soul saints, none of them survived, and all of them were wiped out!
After raising the sword for eighteen years, its power cannot be underestimated.
One sword sacrifice, killing enemies, Song Wuxin himself can be regarded as self-defeating at this moment.
His face also looked a little unsightly, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, his body shook.
The hands that had been hugging his neck suddenly tightened.
In the sky, the rain continued to fall.
There was a heavy rain, and the surroundings were in a mess, with corpses and blood everywhere.
Wuhundian, after all, still failed to keep.
With one strike, half of the building has been destroyed.
Qian Daoliu looked around, and in his eyes, endless murderous intent gradually arose, and he was filled with murderous intent.
He stood up unsteadily, "I bet you can only use that sword once!"
With that said, he was about to fight Song Wuxin for his life.
Both of them are seriously injured now, they can be regarded as half a catty, if they are fighting for their lives, life and death will naturally be between five and five.
However, following the movement here, the experts from other parts of the Spirit Hall have already rushed over quickly.
Moreover, there are two other titled Douluo and two Contra Douluo here.
Several people hesitated and decided to join forces to kill Song Wuxin in one fell swoop.
But at this time, there was a sudden rumble of thunder in the sky...
The fifth wave of blood thunder is already gathering strength and will strike again in a few breaths.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Hahahahahaha..."
Song Wuxin looked up to the sky and laughed.
The insolent laughter, amidst the rain, was heard far, far away by Thunder.
"Qian Daoliu, today's battle, I failed to reunite you and your son, it is my dereliction of duty, next time, I will definitely fulfill you!"
After finishing speaking, with Bibi Dong on his back, he turned around and jumped, disappearing into the vast night and rain.
Qian Daoliu was about to get up and catch up.
"Your Majesty, there are still four waves of thunder left. We are almost dead and injured. If you leave now, the Wuhun Hall... will really be turned into ruins tonight!"
Hearing the sound, Qian Daoliu suddenly stopped.
"what!"
A cry of rage resounded through the sky.
"He was seriously injured, and he was carrying people with him. He must not run far away. I am here. You go, take those who have already arrived, and catch up. You must kill him! You must kill him!"
"As ordered!"
Qian Daoliu issued the ultimate kill order to Song Wuxin.
For this reason, he even did not hesitate to prepare himself to resist the remaining four waves of thunder and lightning, and sent all the other strong men to chase and kill Song Wuxin.
puff!
In the darkness, Song Wuxin spat out a mouthful of blood, not daring to stop for a while,
Continue to run forward.
"You, are you alright?"
Bibi Dong had been leaning against his face. At this moment, she suddenly felt that his face was a little cold.
"Let me down, if you are alone, you will be able to escape!"
Seeing him spurting out another mouthful of blood, she finally became anxious.
Song Wuxin ignored her and continued to run wildly according to the route he had planned in advance.
"I told you to put me down!"
"Did you hear me? Put me down!"
"Song Wuxin! Let me down!"
"Take me, neither of us can escape!"
"I beg you, please, let me down."
Her voice choked up a bit.
I don't know why, as long as I think about it, the man in front of me may also die here tonight, in order to save her.
There was an indescribable pain in her heart, so painful that it could almost suffocate her.
[Hey, I seem to have said that today's update will be discontinued, so hasty and hasty!
I hesitated, should I update another chapter? I haven’t seen the votes yet...]