Douluo: Son of Chenxin, kill the god with one sword!

Chapter 129 Six swords merge into one, destroying gods with one sword!Kill Qianjun Douluo!

The yellow dragon on the stick rotated, and it flew straight towards the source of the dust with a pure and harsh roar.

Just one blow of the swing was enough to create a terrifying deep pit.

This is a battle between the top titled Douluo. A casual attack is far more than what the soul master thought.

And there are at least six of these top Douluo in Wuhun Palace!

Right now, any of these six guys can be called top-notch guys, but they are besieging the God Son of Qibao Glazed Sect.

The other Douluo of the Qibao Glazed Sect were entangled one after another and couldn't escape, and the disciples couldn't help. They could only hold their hands anxiously at the side: "Wuhundian is really a despicable and shameless villain!"

"They attacked our mountain gate and called many Douluo, just to hang the divine son of our sect!"

Chenyuan was dragged down, and the battle for the mountain gate below began to become more and more intense.

The disciples of the sect rushed forward one by one until the handymen came on stage, and even the auxiliary soul masters also came on stage.

Everyone is united and fighting bloody battles for it!

"Boom!"

Another stick fell, and it looked like it could crack mountains and rocks, but as long as the stick couldn't hit Chenyuan, hitting it would be no different than wasting one's strength in vain.

The most uncomfortable situation is not that the all-out attack fails, but that the explosive momentum fails to hit.

Chen Yuan's expression did not change, but his expression was wandering naturally, facing the encirclement and suppression of six people as easily as taking a walk.

This guy didn't take them seriously at all? !
"Are you a loach?"

The successive attacks were all ineffective, making Qianjun Douluo extremely irritable. He roared loudly and dodged to double-team with Jianglong.

The two of them began to charge, one on the left and the other on the right, leaving the front and rear space for Bibi Dong and the other worshippers.

Chen Yuan's expression was indifferent. When he saw that the two sticks had already hit his forehead and back of his head, the two swords that appeared for no reason were blocked directly.

"Chong!"

Drinks and chips intertwined, gold and iron collided, and the terrifying soul power swept through the whole body and gathered into a hurricane, tearing through the sky. The yellow sand raised filled the field of vision, and for a while, the source of the dust could not be seen clearly.

"Dead?!" Qianjun casually mentioned to Jianglong.

"God knows, don't move." Jianglong frowned, took a deep breath, and inject more soul power into his hands.

Thinking about it, he knew it was absolutely impossible, but he still had the slightest hope for it.

What if it could kill?

If it can be killed, there will be no need to waste so much effort later.

Chenyuan gave him an increasingly bad feeling, and that unfathomable feeling lingered in his heart.

Even Bibi Dong has never reached the point where she feels invincible from the bottom of her heart.

Joking and teasing voices slowly came out.

When the yellow sand dissipated, Chen Yuan's figure suddenly stood on the spot without moving, and the sword did not dissipate its light at all. On the contrary, it was unknown when.

These two swords have been used for defense, pressing against the necks of Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Conquering Douluo.

Chenyuan tilted his head slightly and looked at the worshipers and Bibi Dong with a smile and said, "So you have always regarded this thing as a battle?"

"I thought we were just playing house. No wonder. After all, with your strength, it's really hard for people to imagine that we are fighting."

As soon as he said these words, Bibi Dong looked at Chenyuan gloomily. The soul power emitted from the Soul-eating Spider Emperor in his body was like a hellish Shura. The dark green soul power condensed inside the body into a head that looked almost like an evil ghost.

play house? !

Just one word can anger Bibi Dong and even all the worshipers.

They fought with all their strength and even risked their lives, but in Chen Yuan's eyes, was it just playing house? "Chen Yuan, don't be too arrogant!"

"Don't think that if you have good talent, you can compete with the six of us no matter what opportunity you get."

"All the offerings here, everyone's soul power level is not lower than yours. Has the momentary gain already made you complacent?"

With that said, the five worshipers had already arrived at Bibi Dong's side. Looking at her appearance, they knew what to do without even thinking.

Use all your strength to kill Chen Yuan regardless of the cost!
The soul power that can be unleashed by a six-person joint lock will have to be considered even if an Ultimate Douluo wants to confront it head-on!

The sky smeared with overwhelming resentment has dimmed, and even the battle between a few people in Zero Hundred Chenxin has been affected.

Want to decide the outcome with one blow?

The idea is good, but whether it can be done or not is the real question.

Chen Yuan watched the figures of the six gathered together spontaneously. In one thought, he summoned the divine sword in the box and returned it, gathering from behind and spinning like a wheel of law.

The bright golden light and soul power on the sword blade were no weaker than those of Bibi Dong and his party.

On the soul power competition?
He really has never been afraid of anyone!
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King and Demon Emperor in the spiritual realm looked at each other and smiled, and the huge soul power stored in the soul rings was poured into Chen Yuan's body for reference.

Two waves of powerful soul power divided the world. Under the impact, the dividing line was clear. The gloomy black and the bright golden light did not give way.

"This is the Son of God?"

Bibi Dong's dark pressure made everyone in the Qibao Glazed Sect breathless, but they felt much better under the shade of Chenyuan.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, looking at Chen Yuan's movements and being confused for a moment.

That was the combined attack technique of six top Douluo. It didn't matter that the Son of God didn't dodge its sharp edge, but he actually chose one person to challenge him head-on?

But so far, the Son of God has brought many impossibilities. He is a guy who can turn miracles into impossible!
The six swords rotate and merge into one. Each time they are condensed, the power of the divine sword can be increased countless times!
After all the six swords were merged, the pure sword intention was already superior to the combined attacks of Bibi Dong's people!

Decisive victory with this heavenly sword?

The ninth soul skill!Enough to destroy gods!
Bibi Dong only felt that she could not condense it again, so she could only use this temporarily gathered power to attack the source of dust.

The skull collided with the blooming golden sword, and the roaring explosion spread several miles away.

The noise of soul power explosion was constant, and from the moment of contact, Bibi Dong suddenly discovered an astonishing fact.

The power of the six-person joint attack has gradually fallen into disadvantage? !

The soul power that gradually melts and disintegrates may even be at risk of being broken through.

The Soul-Eating Spider Emperor kept roaring and tried to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

Let alone confrontation, we cannot even maintain the status quo of stalemate.

"His Majesty the Pope!" Qianjun, who was at the front, let out a mournful cry.

This was also the last sound in his throat.

The combined attack of the six was broken, and the Heavenly Sword penetrated straight through, punching Qianjun's body through him!
The blood gushed out, and Qianjun's body separated from the soul power ball and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood and clutched his chest in disbelief.

The dilated pupils and the rapidly losing power proved one thing.

"Pope. Your Majesty me—"

His last breath was stuck in his throat, and he looked at the sky unwillingly, his body still hanging down.

Qianjun Douluo, died!

(End of this chapter)