It’s a Showdown, I’m Really a Titled Douluo

Tang Chen sneered, his hoarse voice filled with faint doubts, "Kill me and become a **** of murder? Who told you?"

He has never said these words before, and the only way to become a killer is to go through the road of **** or be granted by himself!

So who will tell them? ?

Suddenly, a figure appeared in my heart...

Those women in black are the messengers of the King of Slaughter! !

And these fallen people almost lost their reason, and didn't even want to answer Tang Chen...

"King of Slaughter! We know that your life span is approaching now, so don't struggle!"

"Anyway, the King of Slaughter, you are about to fall, it is better to let us kill, let us all become the gods of murder! Enjoy the endless **** Mary...!"

"That's right! Kill the King of Slaughter, give us God's refuge!"

With a sound of "Come on! King of Shattered Slaughter!"

It can be seen from the naked eye that a total of tens of thousands of fallen persons released their spirits, and then rushed towards Tang Chen in dense numbers...

A few traces of regret flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, and secretly said, "It seems that today, the city of killing has to be closed!"

The next moment, the black robe behind him quickly released a thick blood mist, and then diffused towards the fallen ones around...

All the fallen people who touched this blood mist became crazy and blood-eating, completely losing their minds...

The next moment, he directly clenched the weapon in his hand and went to the nearest fallen man to kill...

Regardless of the wound on his body, he attacked the opponent frantically...

In an instant, the entire huge **** killing field was like a real purgatory on earth. Every second, countless fallen people would fall to the ground...

Tang Chen looked calmly at the fallen man who struck, and smashed his head with one blow, exploding into countless blood mist...

Then the **** clear sky hammer in his hand gradually solidified...

Nine spirit rings slowly emerged under his feet...

At the next moment, the seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up...

Coldly said, "The seventh soul ability, Haotian true body!"

Behind Tang Chen, a huge **** figure slowly solidified behind him...

Then the scarlet figure waved the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, bringing dozens of lives with each wave...

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Tang San's eyelashes trembled a few times. First he stretched out his hand and rubbed his aching neck. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, his black eyes opened suddenly, exclaiming "Dad!"

He got up quickly, looked around, and saw that the place was a lush forest...

And the disciples and clans all over the Haotian School...

An elder of the Clear Sky School next to him said with a gloomy expression, "Tang San, you are awake..."

The faces of the other five elders are also extremely solemn...

They escorted the Haotianzong disciples and clansmen here, but they never felt the breath of Tang Hao or Tang Xiao...

I have already guessed something from the bottom of my heart...

Tang San looked eagerly at the elders beside him, and asked anxiously, "Elders, how is my father now?"

An elder sighed and said, "Your father, he and the lord are our queens, and they haven't followed up until now, I'm afraid..."

Another elder stared at Tang San, slowly loving "Tang San, now Clear Sky Sect really has a descendant of Clear Sky Hammer, I'm afraid you are the only one..."

"I'm afraid Sect Master and Tang Hao, facing the seven Title Douluo, the probability of surviving... is very slim."

Hearing this, Tang San knelt down on the ground, completely lost his spirit, "This...how is this possible, Dad, he...impossible!"

Finally reunited with Dad, how could it be so easy to separate again! !

Moreover, it is a complete farewell!

For a moment, Tang San plunged into darkness...

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...

Inside the hall, at this moment is full of suffocating atmosphere...

In the three main seats in the hall, there are two titled Douluo, the Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, Chenxin, and Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect...

And below, is the elder with a slight status in the Qibao Glazed Tile School...

In this suffocating atmosphere, Chen Xin who couldn't bear it took the lead and said, "Fengzhi, tomorrow is the last day of the deadline, what are you going to do?"

Once it exceeds tomorrow, the Wuhun Temple will attack the Qibao Glazed Glass Sect...

But now, outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, the eyes of the Martial Soul Palace are already covered, and it is impossible to evacuate overnight.

As soon as these words came out, other people including Gu Rong turned their eyes on Ning Fengzhi...

No matter what decision he makes, they will not refute the slightest...

Ning Fengzhi looked at the eyes of everyone looking at him, took a deep breath in silence, and exhaled a word from his mouth, "Well, let's go to the Martial Soul Hall."

Whether it's for his daughter Ning Rongrong or for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, this choice is the only way...

Chen Xin sighed, "Is it right? It seems that you have already weighed the pros and cons of Fengzhi, but doing so will violate the original intention of the Qibao Glazed Glass Sect..."

A wry smile flashed across Ning Fengzhi's face, "Uncle Jian, I know what you mean, but this is the only way for the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect to survive!"

How could he not understand this path as the Sect Master...

But if you don’t understand, you can’t decide the final choice...

Gu Rong showed an understanding look on his face, "Fengzhi, no matter what you choose, we will not blame you, because you are the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. As long as you are still there, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will not be extinct!"

If there were only three of them before, he believed that Yining Fengzhi's character would never succumb to Wuhun Palace...

However, it is different now. The Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is like a big sect. As the lord, Ning Fengzhi can’t just do it for himself, but also needs to consider other sect disciples...

When the elders below heard this, they all expressed their opinions, "Yes, Sovereign! No matter what choice you make, we are willing to follow you!"

"As long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is still there, even if it belongs to the Martial Soul Palace! The future is not inevitable."

"Sovereign, please make your final decision! We are willing to support all your choices!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded, stood up and looked down at everyone below, and instructed, "Send someone to the Spirit Hall, Qibao Glazed Glass Sect, willing to belong to the Spirit Hall!"

After speaking, Ning Fengzhi seemed to have lost all his strength, and suddenly collapsed on the chair...

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Afterwards, the disciples sent by the Qibao Liuli Sect came to the outside of the Papal Palace and were quickly stopped by two guards of the Soul King level...

One of the guards coldly shouted, "Stop! The Pope's Palace is heavy. Don't trespass. Who are you and why are you here?"

The disciple gritted his teeth and said, "I am a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, I came here specially for our sovereign!"

The two guards glanced at each other, both nodded, and walked two steps to the side, leaving a passage...

Seeing this, the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect swiftly reported to the Pope Hall...

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