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

Chapter 205 Killing God with One Sword, Despair from the Gods!

"Don't you, the Qibao Glazed Sect, claim to be number one?"

"You still call yourself Liuli Empire, bah!"

In the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ma Hongjun was arrogantly waving flames proudly.

Within the sect, non-gods can no longer approach the battlefield at all.

Even the people and horses coming from all directions are the same.

This is the gap, the gap between them and God. They can only lean farther away to avoid distracting Ning Rongrong's attention.

As the flames spread, Ning Rongrong forced herself to stand on the spot. The protective light emitted by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower became weaker and weaker, and she could barely continue to resist the incoming attacks.

The six people from the Tang Sect were not in a hurry to kill them directly. They seemed to just continue to torture Ning Rongrong slowly, trying to get her to kneel on the ground and surrender, and to kneel down and bow to the Tang Sect like a dog.

The more things went like this, Ning Rongrong just didn't get what they wanted. In response to Ma Hongjun's insult, she just forced a smile: "The look of you running away that day cannot be erased now."

"Chenyuan can defeat you once, but it will be the same this time."

"Tsk, tsk, now you are still placing your hope on the source of dust." Ma Hongjun tutted repeatedly: "According to me, he has run away a long time ago."

"Since that's what you think, then die in my flames with your hope!"

As he spoke, the wings condensed by flames on Ma Hongjun's back became more and more furious. The scarlet flaming dome suddenly screamed, and the huge fire phoenix fell to the ground with the potential to wipe out the continent, destroying everything indiscriminately.

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, and the protective light of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tower in his hand kept flickering. The tower that should have been shining dazzlingly dimmed layer by layer at the moment.

Once the nine-story tower is completely dim, it may be her end.

The people who were waiting to die opened their eyes in confusion amid the waves of fire. They did not die from the attack. A layer of pink film lingering on their bodies protected them all.

Dugu Bo was still a little confused. When he looked at the battle between gods, his voice got choked up for no reason.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky Ning Rongrong: "Goddess her"

At this moment, the entire mountain gate fell silent.

In the sky, Ning Rongrong's body was covered with blazing fire, standing in the fire, and the divine fire was burning every inch of her body all the time.

Although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spared others, she never paid attention to herself.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong could still stand there, Ma Hongjun's face looked a little ugly.

The blow that he was so proud of failed to directly kill this helpless auxiliary god.

"Fat man, can you do it?" Oscar stood beside him jokingly and crossed his arms on his chest: "If you can't do it, you can let me do it. Anyway, this guy has no power to fight back. It's better to let the brothers have fun."

"Gungungun, why are you, an auxiliary, joining in the fun!" Ma Hongjun's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at Ning Rongrong with even more resentment.

"Since you can block it, let me see if you can continue to block it!"

In an instant, Ma Hongjun suddenly turned into a red light on the spot, with scorching divine power condensing in his mouth, and he kept compressing and repeating it, as if he was trying to create unparalleled penetrating power.

Ning Rongrong was already at the end of his rope, and his physical condition did not support continuing to fight.

However, in the entire mountain sect, who else besides her can fight with the Tang sect?

She didn't want anyone to die anymore, nor did she want the mountain gate where she had been staying since childhood to be damaged in any way, nor did she want people from the Tang Sect to disturb the source of dust in the back mountain.

Even if it meant sacrificing herself, Ning Rongrong felt that she would not hesitate to do so.

She slowly closed her eyes as she watched the fire approaching her.

"You did a good enough job, Rongrong." Suddenly, Ning Rongrong felt that she was hallucinating. She seemed to hear the voice that she had not heard in ten years reappear.

At this moment, she only felt that this voice was so pleasant.

Ning Rongrong's slumped body leaned against her softly and told herself that she had not heard any hallucinations. She truly knew that the man who had changed the situation on the mainland was back.

Among the six gods, Ma Hongjun looked proudly at the huge line of fire he spat out: "Xiao Ao, do you see it?"

"Master, the attack power of my line of fire is something you will never be able to achieve in your life, so just be envious of it!"

The power of this line of fire is indeed sufficient, but Oscar always feels weird.

He pointed at the flame that should have been one line and gradually split into two lines: "Fat man, did you spray one line or two?"

"Is it possible that you can still pee with split ends?"

Ma Hongjun frowned and looked at his attack and muttered: "Is it possible that I can still remember my attack incorrectly?"

"Also, you just had a split pee."

Ma Hongjun squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Ning Rongrong. The originally straight pillar of fire turned into two halves halfway. Not only that, this situation continued until the end.

Ning Rongrong did it?

No, if this woman had this ability, would she be beaten directly?

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth wide and said nothing. In the completely split fire pillar, a cold light flashed away.

"Hey, fat man, they are clearly two pillars of fire!" Oscar reached out and patted Ma Hongjun who was standing aside.

But Ma Hongjun didn't react at all.

When he looked back, his whole body was frozen in place.

Ma Hongjun stood there, but the upper part of his head starting from the lower jaw was missing. Half of his head was cut off straight away.

It wasn't until his entire body fell to the ground out of control that Tang San and others reacted.

Looking at Ma Hongjun, who was motionless below, his heart twitched violently.

The fat man is dead!

Just a moment ago, he was arguing with Oscar in a lively manner, and the next moment he turned into a corpse, and no one could help but feel heart palpitations just looking at him.

No matter how weak Ma Hongjun is, he is still a god, not just a cat or a dog. Who else on this continent can kill him.

There was an unprovoked sound of footsteps in the air, and the ripples in the air dispersed layer by layer. The dome of fire clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving only a crack full of deep black color.

The pure white figure fell from the air step by step, holding Ning Rongrong in his arms, his voice was cold and bone-chilling: "Tang San, you don't have a long memory, or you won't feel uncomfortable the second time if you don't die."

"Since I didn't cherish the chance I gave you to live, there will be no next time today."

Using the plainest words to explain the fact of death, every step, every word, every tone clung to Tang San's heart.

Even if he became Shura God, a dual-level god-king, when he heard this voice, Tang San's face couldn't help but turn pale, and his whole body trembled subconsciously.

He and the other five people raised their heads, looked at the dazzling existence in the sky, and growled in a trembling voice: "Chenyuan."

"How dare you come out?"

(End of this chapter)