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

Chapter 143 Qiandao Liuren were stunned!Kill Qian Daoliu with one arm!
Only the light of swords and shadows could be seen in the sky.

The seemingly calm battlefield actually contains unimaginable murderous intent.

Outsiders may not be able to see anything, but Qian Daoliu understands it better than anyone else.

He swallowed, his figure suddenly stopped, and his eyes moved down to glance at the long sword in front of his throat.

This is just the first one, followed closely by the popliteal fossa of both legs, the left waist, the back of the head, and the Tianling.

Six swords, six vital points, any one of them could kill him easily.

Qian Daoliu looked at the dusty Chenyuan opposite him with despair.

What kind of monster is this guy?

He boasted that the angel sword held by his angel spirit was already the best in the world. Many years ago, Chen Xin's father, Chen Jianjun, a level 98 Douluo, once challenged him.

And in that battle, Chen Jianjun was defeated.

Qian Daoliu, who had defeated countless strong men in the world, now felt unparalleled pressure and despair from Chen Yuan.

This is not right!

His grandfather and father couldn't beat him, so why did he change when it came to this kid?

The six wings of Qiandaoliu Angel suddenly opened, and the burst of soul power waves completely ejected the swords holding the vital points.

"clatter!"

A bean-sized drop of turbid sweat slipped from the corner of his jaw and fell to the ground from a high altitude.

The constant heaving of the chest is proof of the great consumption.

How long has it been since you felt such pressure?

A few years, or decades?

Even Tang Chen and Bo Saixi had never given him this feeling.

Seeing small golden swords gradually beginning to form in the air, Qiandaoliu expanded his six wings and gradually surrounded himself.

He knew that Chen Yuan would use his unpredictable sword sea again.

Relying on the huge power to condense the purest sword blade, each one has the power to break through the title Douluo's defense.

And just for this kind of sword blade, Chenyuan can gather tens of thousands of them at one time!
However, this kind of temporarily condensed thing has its attack limit after all, and harassment is not bad.

The power was far inferior to the six swords he had been controlling.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu took a breath. This sea of ​​swords could not break through his defense for a while. What he had to do now was to think about how to escape unscathed.

win?

This thought has almost completely disappeared from Qian Daoliu's mind.

Just being alive means doing your best, and wanting to win is simply wishful thinking.

During this period of fighting, he had already gained a new understanding of his own strength and Chen Yuan's strength.

Chen Yuan, who seemed to be a level 96 peak Douluo, already far surpassed him in strength.

If you are facing the enemy from the front, there is only one way to die.

"Crack!"

Inexplicably, Qian Daoliu heard a gradually breaking sound.

A gap suddenly appeared in front of him, wrapped in a sphere formed by the angel's six wings.

This gap is getting bigger and bigger, and in a very short time, it has spread throughout the entire sphere.

"What kind of ability is hiding in a turtle shell, or is this the only ability Qiandaoliu, the so-called invincible great priest of Wuhun Palace, has?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword that penetrated was slightly pressed along the crack, and the protection composed of six wings fell apart in an instant.

The proud angel's weapon was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Chen Yuan.Qian Daoliu watched in shock as Chen Yuan rushed in front of him and quickly backed away. The sudden stinging pain in his back temporarily overcame his fear.

The golden swords condensed from the sword sea pierced into Qian Daoliu's body as the source of dust broke through the protection.

These things contain a strange effect, an indescribable feeling, vaguely like divinity.

It was with the blessing of this power that Qian Daoliu was injured.

Although the injuries were not fatal, they were extremely painful.

Qian Daoliu had no time to answer Chen Yuan, and was too preoccupied with moving around in the narrow attack gap.

The more relaxed Chen Yuan was, the more aggrieved Qian Daoliu felt.

He even began to doubt the authenticity of Chenyuan's soul power.

According to everything that has happened in Douluo Continent so far, Titled Douluo itself is a hurdle, and in Titled Douluo, after being promoted to level 95, each level is like a chasm.

But now it seems that this sentence is simply a joke.

If there is really such a big gap between level 99 and level 96, Qian Daoliu would like to ask why he is the one being suppressed and not Chen Yuan.

No one could answer him, not even the angel god he believed in most.

Qian Daoliu could only bite the bullet and continue to fight and dodge, but there was no room left.

Now facing the source of dust aimed straight at his heart, he could not avoid it!
Qian Daoliu could only move his body as far as possible to avoid the vital points that might kill him.

"Push!"

The sword penetrated without any hindrance, slashing downwards with the force of the movement.

The entire arm was completely broken by the force of the downward cut, revealing the squirming flesh and broken bones in the cross-section.

The devastated sword marks on his body also burst out with this injury. At some point, Qian Daoliu was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.

The severe pain caused Qian Daoliu's entire old face to wrinkle together, his brows and corners of his mouth bunched together, and he almost bit his back molars with force.

Unprecedented pain, the most serious injury he had suffered in the battle so far, and an important blow that almost completely knocked him out of combat capability.

The mottled bloodstains on the six wings revealed holes that couldn't stop bleeding, and one of his arms was broken, but looking at the source of dust on the opposite side.

Not to mention that he was injured, some people would believe him if he said that he was sweating from a walk.

The only bit of blood stained on the white clothes was Qian Dao's blood.

The sword shook slightly, and all the blood stained on it slid down the grooves, still maintaining a brand new appearance.

"You kid." Qian Daoliu had something to say that he wanted to insult stuck in his throat, but he couldn't come out.

It doesn't matter that his skills are not as good as others, but his soul power still has the advantage. In this situation, he still loses.

If he really wanted to curse, where would he put his old face?
But now he couldn't care so much, he just wanted to let it out. He held a breath in his chest, and cursed an unknown number of vicious words under his flushed face.

"If you can't say anything, just shut up!" Chenyuan would never give him a chance to continue speaking. He caught up with him and stepped on Qian Daoliu's face.

Two front teeth flew out in mid-air, his face was completely squeezed together, and his whole body crashed to the ground like a meteor.

Thick smoke rose up, and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

"Yuan'er! Don't be afraid, I'm coming!"

Under the sudden vortex in the air, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong roared in a hurry, their soul rings blooming, ready to enter the battle.

But what impressed them was not Chen Yuan’s hard support.

Instead, it looked like an old man lying unconscious in a pit. The brand on the old man clearly represented his identity as Qian Daoliu!
Everyone was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.

what's the situation?
Isn't Chenyuan at risk?
Who is that lying there?

(End of this chapter)