The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 2172 Battle Eleven
Chapter 39

"Simon Eagle."

"Bai Lan."

"Xu Tianze."

"Chen Qiankun."

"Zhou Fuhu."

Those who recognized the figures gasped. Each of the twelve figures was a top fighter, at least 67 victories in a row.

Their names are not only thunderous in Douluo Field.

Even if it is placed in the entire land of the extreme west, it is also a rare talent.

For example, Ximen Ying is the chief inner disciple of Da Luo Soul Sect. Among the younger generation of Da Luo Soul Sect, there are only dozens of true disciples in front of him.

Don't think dozens are a lot.

In the entire Great Luo Soul Sect, with millions of disciples, it is already terrifying that he can be ranked in the dozens.

What's more, the Da Luo Soul Sect is one of the top ten immortal sects, with such arrogance as a forest, even a mere outer disciple of Anya can dominate outside.

Others such as Bai Lan and Xu Tianze are no worse than Ximen Ying.

Wherever he goes, there are stars and moons.

It's hard to see one of them.

Now, they are gathered here.

"What a big battle."

"As expected of the Great Luo Soul Sect, it really cost money."

Half of these top fighting kings are not disciples of the Da Luo Soul Sect, and it is also because of the great face of the Da Luo Soul Sect, otherwise no one can order them.

At the same time, they couldn't help worrying about Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan is strong.

Perhaps in a one-on-one fight, none of them here are his opponents, but it is arrogance for him to challenge so many top fighters alone.

Twelve figures have already stepped into the sky above the ring.

Ximen Ying stared at Long Xiaoshan with sharp hawk-like eyes, and said indifferently: "Take back your nonsense, I admit that you are strong, but you want to single out all of us, you are not worthy!"

Long Xiaoshan laughed: "Whether you are worthy or not is not a matter of words. Based on your previous fighting performance, you fought me one by one. Do you think you are worthy?"

Ximen Ying's face was livid.

A Da Luo Soul Sect disciple next to Ximen Ying was furious, and took a step forward, his eyes glowed with horror: "Shi Fang, the soul is destroyed."

boom!
In the nothingness, a terrible gray power descended on Long Xiaoshan, trying to exterminate Long Xiaoshan's soul.

However, Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows split violently.

An incomparably thick golden light, like the thunder of divine punishment from the gods, tore apart the gray power and blasted on the disciple of the Great Luo Soul Sect.

boom!
The Da Luo Soul Sect disciple let out a scream, bleeding from his seven orifices, and fell from the air.

"Brother Xuan."

With a wave of his hand, Ximenying caught the disciple of the Daluo Soul Sect, and felt that his spiritual aura was sluggish, and he was obviously hit hard. Ximenying's face was as ugly as it was.

Although Zheng Xuan's strength is not as good as him, he is also a strongman with 67 consecutive victories, and he is among the top ten core disciples of the inner sect.

What's more, the Da Luo Soul Sect is good at soul art, and the power of the soul is far superior to that of the same level.

But he was actually defeated in the soul art he was best at.

Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "Now, are you ready?"

Ximen Ying glanced to the left and right and said, "Everyone, it's time to prove our glory."

Long Xiaoshan's blow completely shattered the pride of these strong fighting kings.

They know that if they go up one by one, they may really be humiliating themselves.

Although the siege is not glorious.

But this was initiated by Long Xiaoshan. If they win, they should at least seek benevolence. They are not humiliating losers.

"Then... let's go."

Except for Zheng Xuan, the remaining eleven people dispersed slowly, encircling Long Xiaoshan who was still in the state of Fatianxiangdi.

The referee stepped back directly.

This battle is no longer up to him to decide.

They have even broken the rules of Douluochang.

There is no Douluo battle where one picks eleven players, but the rules are dead, and the Douluo Field was originally built to sharpen the younger generation in battle.

This battle is destined to be recorded in the history of Douluochang.

In fact, at a higher place in the Douluo Field, there are top figures in the Douluo Field, all of whom have already set their sights on this place.

"kill!"

No nonsense.

Since the eleven top fighting kings decided to make a move, they were naturally thunderous.

In the nothingness, a large number of soul power ripples hit Long Xiaoshan first, the soul power attack was invisible, but it was also the fastest. Five Da Luo Soul Sect disciples attacked at the same time, how terrifying.

The overwhelming tide of soul power turned into various terrifying soul attacks, tearing apart the divine power defense on Long Xiaoshan's body.

However, the chakra behind Long Xiaoshan's head shines like the sun.

No matter how violent the soul power is, it cannot break through the defense of the god wheel.

However, at this moment, the attack of the other six top fighting kings also arrived.

Xu Tianze held a treasured sword in his hand, creating a bright silver moon. The knife wheel crossed the sky, and in an instant, he drew a blade of hundreds of kilometers long, cutting mountains and seas with unstoppable sharpness.

There is also the peerless swordsman Chen Qiankun, holding the sword formula in his hand, and 99 flying swords fly out from behind, flying across the sky, connecting end to end, arbitrarily deciding the universe.

There is also Zhou Fuhu, a Buddhist disciple, stepping up into the air, with a big sun fist, tearing the void, like the scorching sun in the sky, the entire fighting arena was swallowed by that radiant fist light.

Another stunning woman, Nian Qiuyun, waved her sleeves, flying into the air like a red python, with a length of thousands of meters, wrapping around Long Xiaoshan's huge divine body.

……

The attacks of the six powerful fighting kings are not soul power, but the actual strength of the Gangyuan and the will of martial arts.

The monstrous power of vitality is enough to burn mountains and seas.

Rumble!
In an instant, six attacks landed on Long Xiaoshan's body. Long Xiaoshan's six arms stretched out, hitting hard, and six terrifying explosions rang out one after another.

It was like six nuclear bombs exploded one after another.

Immediately, huge black holes appeared one after another, and all kinds of violent vitality mixed with the void storm, like a boiling ocean, tore the entire fighting platform apart.

The formation light curtain was even more brilliant than ever.

Shaking like a balloon about to burst at any moment.

This earth-shattering scene made everyone's heart tremble.In the boiling vitality, Long Xiaoshan's huge divine body was exposed, with huge potholes on it, and the six arms were even damaged, with golden divine blood spilling.

The divine body is not invincible after all.

It is too large, and its power is naturally dispersed.

Contained by five disciples of the Great Luo Soul Sect, and the joint attack of six top fighting kings, even the divine body will be broken.

Seeing this scene, the eleven fighting kings' eyes lit up: "He can't bear it, attack again!"

The eleven people crazily gathered their strength, and their vitality boiled again.

However, the divine body is only forged by divine power.

Even if it is damaged, it is not a serious problem to Long Xiaoshan.

The chakra shines.

On top of the three heads of Long Xiaoshan, a red light shines at the same time.

boom!
The three true fires of Samadhi spewed out, instantly igniting the entire void, and the endless boiling vitality became the fuel of the true fire of Samadhi.

The eleven people who charged over were instantly engulfed in flames.

"Don't give him a chance to breathe."

Eleven people carried the real fire of Samadhi, and still fought bravely.

Although the True Fire of Samadhi is powerful, it is impossible to burn through their defenses in a short time.

(End of this chapter)