Man in Douluo, Martial Soul Fallen Angel

Chapter 129 Sword Douluo is crushed to pieces, Oscar is a slave

In the center of the battlefield, Qian Renhan exerted his strength, and the Dark Demon Sword was enveloped in a blood-red murderous aura.

"Sword Douluo, it's time to end."

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking continued to sound. The bloody Seven Kills Sword that Sword Douluo and the Seven Kills Sword were fused with. At the tip of the sword that was fighting against Qian Renhan, cracks appeared one after another and spread towards the entire Seven Kills Sword. The cracks in the Seven Kills Sword were Everywhere, drop after drop of blood flowed out.

Chen Xin and the human sword merge into one, and his body blends into the sword. The Seven Killing Sword is his body. If the Seven Killing Sword is broken and cracks appear, it represents him.

Qian Renhan's dark magic sword transformed from soul skills can't compete with Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword in terms of hardness, but his sword is more powerful than Sword Douluo.

The cracks in the Seven Killing Sword are still expanding. Although Chen Xin in the sword is covered with cracks all over his body, his expression is extremely calm. He is thinking about how to defeat Qian Renhan and win a chance for Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

Jian Douluo looked at the five pairs of wings behind Qian Renhan, and suddenly remembered that Qian Renhan's martial soul was an angel, not a sword. The sword in his hand was actually transformed from soul power, and he was no match for Qian Renhan in the way of the sword. , but his seven-kill sword rank will never be defeated by a weapon-like long sword with a ten thousand-year soul ring.

This is what is called playing games. No one is better in technique (kendo), but the equipment (sword) is better than the opponent.

The cracks in the Seven Killing Sword continued to expand, and were about to spread to the whole body. Just when everyone in the Wuhun Hall thought that Qian Renhan was about to win, there was a friction sound from the soles of Qian Renhan's feet, and the whole person was retreating, and the sword in his hand also sounded. click sound.

"This guy." Qian Renhan frowned slightly. The cracks in the dark magic sword in his hand were expanding. Sword Douluo actually used brute force, trying to win by relying on the equipment gap.

"Unfortunately, my sword is once again, and your Seven Killing Sword won't last long."

"That's enough, as long as there is a chance."

Jian Douluo desperately pushed Qian Renhan with all his strength. At Qian Renhan's heel, there was a gap at the height of the heel where the two of them had been devastated by their sword energy. As soon as Qian Renhan's right foot slipped into it, the tip of the sword was in a straight line. The collision was instantly broken.

"Right now!"

The body of the Seven Kills Sword, which was full of cracks, brushed against the Dark Demonic Sword and reached Qian Renhan's throat.

"elder brother!"

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

"Grandpa Jian, kill him!"

A dense white beam of light rushed out, and everyone in front of the Pope's Palace was stunned.

The screen returned, and two-thirds of the pitch-black wings fell on the ground. Behind Qian Renhan, there were originally five pairs of neat and symmetrical pitch-black wings. More than half of the wings on the first row on the right were broken, and this half of the wings was Qian Renhan's. Ren Han moved his neck to avoid the Seven Killing Sword, and the Seven Killing Sword rushed out from the original route and pierced his wings.

"Twice, garbage soul skills, sooner or later you will be crippled." Qian Renhan threw away the cracked dark magic sword, and a layer of ice condensed on his originally plain face.

"Failed."

A trace of despair appeared on Sword Douluo's face. He thought that he would try his best to burn his life to kill Qian Renhan, who had no use for his martial soul avatar and his 10-year soul skill, and take away Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong. However, in the end, It just broke one of Qian Renhan's wings.

"Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, I will show you respect."

The nine spirit rings under Qian Renhan's feet and the wings on his back were retracted, and two brand new 10-year spirit rings appeared under his feet, blood-red rays of light surged in his left hand, and the cloud-covered sky suddenly turned blood-red.

Under the gaze of everyone with wide-eyed pupils, a blood sword Wuhun, surrounded by two 10-year-old soul rings, about three feet long, blood-colored, and full of murderous aura, appeared in Qian Renhan. In his hand, the second martial spirit, Shura sword.

Yu Xiaoan was dumbfounded and said: "Twin Wuhun."

An astonishing look of hatred burst into Xiao Wu's eyes, the two 10-year soul rings on the blood sword spirit belonged to Da Ming Erming.

"This sword!"

Jian Douluo's body was trembling. He recalled that when his sword heart was destroyed and he entered another world, he saw the death spiral transformed from the sword. The appearance of that sword was exactly the same as the one in Qian Renhan's hand.

Qian Renhan didn't say anything nonsense this time. He swung his Shura sword and slashed at Sword Douluo. The pure blood sword energy seemed to cover the entire world, and time seemed to have stopped.

When everyone came back to their senses, there was a pile of shattered blood-red metal lumps on the ground, of different sizes, the only complete one was a hilt, and that hilt was the hilt of the Seven Killing Sword.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, together with the Seven Killing Sword, died without a whole body, and his body was smashed to pieces.

"Uncle Sword!"

"Grandfather Sword!"

This time, Ning Rongrong finally started to move. She knelt down in front of the pile of blood-red metal blocks, and her tears continued to fall like broken pearls.

"Ning Fengzhi, you gave birth to a good daughter." Qian Renhan said indifferently, how could he fail to see that Ning Rongrong has deep affection for Tang San, that's why he ignored Ning Fengzhi's words and death, Use your own body to block Tang San.

Even if you don't love me and regard me as a friend, it doesn't matter. I love you and am willing to give my life. If I want to kill you, I will step over my body.

This beautiful love is really touching.

Ha ha ha ha
"Father, Grandpa Jian is already." Ning Rongrong burst into tears, looking at Ning Fengzhi who came over with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were bloodshot, his facial features were distorted, and his hair was extremely messy.

Ning Fengzhi curled his legs, raised his crutches, and slapped Ning Rongrong fiercely, roaring: "Nie Yi, it's you, it's you, you idiot, it's you who killed Uncle Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi swung the crutches with both hands, and hit Ning Rongrong fiercely. With one crutch, Ning Rongrong who was kneeling on the ground fell to the ground, and the crutches in his hands mercilessly smashed on Ning Rongrong's body.Be it the thighs or the head, the crazy Ning Fengzhi didn't care so much at all, he was already dazzled by anger, every time he hit the stick, Ning Rongrong's fair skin would turn blue.

The crazy Ning Fengzhi is the most handsome, 24K pure handsome!

A wave of epic performances was staged for the Wuhun Temple. The father saw that the daughter was a cheap man, so he picked up a long walking stick.

"Woo~ah! Dad, don't hit me!"

Ning Rongrong's shrill and weeping screams resounded throughout the square of the Pope's Palace, making people shudder.

After all, Ning Fengzhi was an auxiliary soul master, and his physical strength was not very good. He had been crushed by Qian Renhan's soul just now and was seriously injured. He only slapped Ning Rongrong seven or eight times before he started breathing heavily.

"It's better not to leave any offspring, especially girls, the humans born and raised in Douluo Continent have problems from the bottom of their hearts."

Qian Renhan commented secretly. After watching the show, he raised the Shura Sword in his hand and prepared to send Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong to the west.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Suddenly another figure rushed out in front of Shrek Academy, knelt and kowtowed in front of Qian Renhan, and this person was of course Oscar.

Oscar shook his head three times and said: "Your Majesty, my name is Oscar. I am a food-type soul master with full soul power. I am willing to join the Spirit Hall. I beg you to spare Rongrong and Sect Master Ning."

A food-type soul master who is born full of soul power!
Everyone in Wuhun Hall was shocked. When did the Food Department give birth to innate soul power?
In today's mainland, the strongest food-type soul master is the highest level 79 soul sage, which is the result of Wuhun Hall's efforts to cultivate it. , that will definitely become the first food-type titled Douluo in history, and the strength of Wuhundian will have a qualitative leap.

"For life, slave."

Qian Renhan put down the Shura sword and said calmly, Bai Yanlang wants to join the Wuhun Temple, he is only worthy of being a slave, he never trusts Bai Yanlang and his love brain.Oscar's astonishing speech was only remembered when he went to the Wuhun Hall to collect the golden soul coins, and the speech that he didn't care about the rest of the time was extremely loud.

Hearing this, Oscar's body trembled, Wuhundian is asking him to be a slave who can be driven by others, like a cow or a horse.

"Little O."

Ning Rongrong, who had a long bruise on his face, his skin was torn apart, and his eyes were red and swollen, stared blankly at Oscar, his beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

"Rongrong, no matter what you become, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart."

Oscar turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, his peach eyes were full of love, in order for Rongrong to survive, he, Oscar, was a slave to the Spirit Hall for the rest of his life, so what if he was a cow or a horse.

"I, Oscar, swear on my life that as long as the Wuhun Palace is willing to let Sect Master Ning and Rongrong go, I will be willing to work as a slave and a slave for the Wuhun Palace for the rest of my life." Oscar's voice echoed throughout the entire Wuhun Palace.

"Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong yelled, her eyes burst into tears again. She didn't expect Oscar to be able to do this for her. Her six-three-quarter-Ao heart beat crazily, heading towards Oscar's position crazily. Moving over there, it turned into a mystery in just an instant, and at the same time, a deep look of regret completely wrapped her heart.

If she had made a choice earlier, if she hadn't been hesitating towards Oscar because of the sect's regulations, wouldn't everything have happened today, would Grandpa Jian not have died, and Oscar would not have tried to save her? Willing to be a slave of the Wuhun Temple for the rest of his life.

Qian Renhan turned around, put away the Shura sword, and walked towards Tang San, saying: "The kitchen of the Wuhun Temple, a thousand sausages a day, and I suffer for not completing the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

"In this world, future generations of men and women should not have the best."

Combined with Oscar's and Ning Rongrong's unnatural actions, Qian Renhan made a supplement, otherwise he was really worried that one of them would not be able to help but beat him to death if he met a dog-licking, love-seeking, white-eyed wolf.

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