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

Chapter 191 Killing God with One Sword! The decisive battle at dawn!

Qian Renxue, who had gathered all her strength, could only hit a squib.

The temperature of her body has not yet cooled down, but no one cares what happened to her now.

Tang San only knew that after she died, the next person would be him.

He looked at Chenyuan tremblingly and swallowed. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he only thought about how to escape.

Qian Renxue couldn't deal with someone who couldn't deal with all her strength, and it was absolutely impossible for him to deal with it.

The sword that split heaven and earth shattered the storm layer, and also told everyone on the continent the fact that Qian Renxue had died.

People who watched the battle between gods from afar couldn't help but sigh: "This battle between gods is finally coming to an end."

From the beginning of the battle, everyone was not optimistic about the Qibao Glazed Sect, but now the death of the Angel God is the beginning of the end.

Such a monster has achieved a terrifying record of being crushed and killed while still a human being.

If he really becomes a god, no one dares to think about what he will be like in the future.

at the same time.

In the fantasy realm of Rakshasa, the moment Qian Renxue died, Bibi Dong opened her eyes fiercely.

Since the outbreak of the war, Bibi Dong, who succeeded to the throne of Rakshasa, has been able to absorb a large amount of negative emotions all the time. These things can continuously nourish and improve Bibi Dong's strength.

Even though this kind of negative emotion may lead Bibi Dong into an extreme abyss, she can't control so much now, as long as she can improve her strength.

On top of that, she also felt the death of her mortal enemy.

As the sworn enemy of the Angel God, the news of the Angel God's death naturally cannot escape the attention of the current Rakshasa God Bibi Dong.

The phantoms projected from the Rakshasa Fantasy Realm played all the clips one by one in front of Bibi Dong, allowing Bibi Dong to fully understand what was happening on the battlefield today.

Poseidon was seriously injured, Angel God died, and in the end only Chen Yuan was still standing on the stage.

Bibi Dong looked at Chen Yuan's figure, endless jealousy welling up in her eyes.

It is this guy whose existence has caused Wuhun Palace to enter the path of irreversible decline time and time again. Even now that Wuhun Palace has a god, it still refuses to give up.

Actually planning to send Wuhun Palace to the bottom again?

As the Pope of Wuhun Palace, it was also Bibi Dong's own emotions that caused trouble in her heart. There was absolutely no way she would let Chen Yuan succeed.

The two of them have been fighting to the death, and there is no room for turning back.

With her current appearance, Bibi Dong would have to thank Chenyuan, otherwise she would really have to wait until the fierce battle between the Angel God and the Poseidon was inexorable before she could take action.

Even, that situation may not be very robust.

Now that the three parties are fighting, the two gods are unable to fight back, and Chen Yuan is fighting against the two gods, so the losses cannot be so small.

There's never been a better time than now.

Bibi Dong arranged her green Rakshasa magic armor, holding a curved sickle and said calmly: "Open the illusion."

"Are you leaving?"

"Go and take the final fruits of victory of this battle into my hands."

Three-armed battlefield.

The Wuhun Palace army was defeated, and the Tang Sect was almost wiped out. Only some remaining forces were still struggling to resist.

After a long night of fierce battle, in the center of the split mountain peak in the distance, a faint light rose as the horizon moved.

The increasingly fierce fluctuations in the divine war also herald the final outcome of the war. People who maintained a high-intensity battle from beginning to end have raised their expectations to the limit and are extremely eager to know who the winner is.

"Chong!"

The sound of striking was heard one after another, and Tang San touched the Twenty-Four Bridge Mingyue Ye on his waist with one hand, and fiercely threw a lotus out.

Tang Sect’s hidden weapon.

It was also the method that Tang San was most proud of so far.

Unfortunately, the lotus flower suddenly exploded in front of the source of dust, but before the sparks of the explosion spread, they were introduced into the void with a sword.

Even if you don't care about this insignificant power at all, it will not pose a divine threat to yourself.

On the contrary, Chen Yuan didn't want to be hit by such a child's play thing. If he was hit, it would be too embarrassing.

When he saw that Tang San had exhausted all his means and could only throw more iron lumps, the boredom in his heart reached its peak: "Tang San, after so many years, even if you become a god, your means are only Throwing something like a concealed weapon?"

"There is no progress at all. Instead, the more I live, the more I shrink back."

Faced with Chen Yuan's humiliation, Tang San didn't dare to refute at all, he just tried his best to use his body skills to avoid the attack, using hidden weapons while dodging.

But even so, the sword seemed to have eyes, and could always hit his body without any bias, no matter how hard he tried to dodge.

After just a few confrontations, the hidden weapons in Tang San's hands had been completely squandered, and his body was more or less injured.

He gritted his teeth, and a small black hammer suddenly appeared in his hand, and he started to use the Clear Sky Hammer to hit the source of dust.

Magical skills are useless, and hidden weapons are useless, so I can only use some unused ones.

No matter the martial spirit or the Tang Sect's secret skill, Tang San only hoped that his attack could have some effect, even if it was the actual feeling of a hit.

"throat!"

The dull sound hit the sword, and the heavy feeling of hitting iron only made Tang San despair.

The attack still missed, and any of his movements seemed redundant compared to Chen Yuan. It was a complete fantasy to break through the blockade of the sword and attack Chen Yuan's body.

Before he could take back the hammer, there was a sudden stabbing sound on his abdomen, leaving a large area of ​​blood.

The sword blade just passed by and almost disemboweled him. If it were three inches deep, he might be cut into two directly like Qian Renxue.

"Twin Martial Spirits, back then it was because of this that you were arrogant and proud of them, treating them as so-called capital."

"It's ridiculous."

"It's really a waste of opportunity for a reborn person like you."

Chen Yuan didn't care what methods Tang San used. Everything Tang San had done so far was as pale and feeble as paper in front of him.

Tang San opened his mouth and didn't know where to start. He was even more shocked that Chen Yuan really knew the identity of his reborn person.

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuan had already snatched the Clear Sky Hammer from his hand, stuffed the entire hammer handle into Tang San's mouth and stirred it.

After repeating it twice, all the teeth in Tang San's mouth were almost shattered, and his already dilapidated body was almost completely destroyed.

The bones all over his body were close to comminuted fractures, and all his limbs were severed. If it weren't for the existence of divine power that could still hold him for a breath, he would have died from such injuries.

Chen Yuan looked at Tang San with disgust, completely losing his mind to continue playing, and his last kick was deeply imprinted on Tang San's face.

Shengsheng kicked it into the gap between the mountains that had been cut apart before.

(End of this chapter)