Douluo: Draw the sword hundreds of millions of times, Bibi Dong is addicted

Sword drawing style: Rain of Millions of Swords, Storm of Swords, Sword Qi of Gold, Yin-Yang Sword.

Talents: Invincible Sword Heart, Sword Qi Outward, Gale Phantom, Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall, Kendo Fusion, Yin-Yang Power (Yin-Yang Domain), Super Adaptability.

Number of sword draws: 100 million times

Current World: Douluo

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Flying high in the sky, Huang Wei was looking at the light screen in front of him.

After seeing his sealed soul power, he was even more surprised.

Really good guy.

Soared directly to level 79 Soul Sage.

"Then I just need to get another soul ring."

"It's just that, compared to the 10-year-old Soul Ring Continent, apart from the Star Dou Forest, there is the sea area, and there is also the extreme north. However, there seems to be a spirit beast in the Sunset Forest."

"Beyond this is the capital of killing. Tang Chen himself was possessed by the 10-year-old blood-red nine-headed bat king, but it is undoubtedly wishful thinking for me to kill him now. The other party is a 99-level peak peerless Douluo. The level of a demigod."

"Even if you let Qian Daoliu play, you may not be able to win in the killing capital."

Huang Wei muttered to himself.

What gave him a headache at this moment was that he shouldn't have absorbed the 10-year soul ring so early.

Otherwise, if you can't find a suitable 10-year spirit ring later, you can only absorb about 9 to [-] years.

It's really cheap.

However, his system can increase the year of the soul ring, so there is no need to worry too much.

"There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. Now I have far surpassed many people. Next, I will take a rest first, draw my sword properly, and see if I can get a soul ring."

Even though he said that, he also felt very nervous. After all, the system has not given him a soul ring since he drew his sword.

Moreover, the current Platinum Sword has increased from [-] kilograms to [-] kilograms, and it will take him time to adapt.

Next, let's not get the soul ring, but draw the sword first.

At the height of the Notting City Inn, Tang Hao looked at the sky not far away.

It happened to be the direction Huang Wei Yujian flew away from.

"That is the Son of the Spirit Hall?" He narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed.

"If it's a spirit beast sacrifice, the other party may not be unable to absorb it. How could such a precious 10-year spirit ring be easily absorbed by others?"

"It seems likely to be absorbed by this Holy Son."

"Those three Titled Douluo have all left, but it's hard to say if they really left."

"If my identity is exposed, it will be very unfavorable to me now."

"No, I have to recover from my injuries as soon as possible. When the next opportunity comes, I must take his life. Let you live for a while."

Thinking of this, Tang Hao snorted coldly, and thought to himself: Son of the Wuhun Temple, lucky you, let me let you go this time!

As everyone knows, his actions this time completely missed the only chance to kill Huang Wei with a high probability.

However, Huang Wei has a flying sword and is very fast. As long as he doesn't want to fight with Tang Hao, there is nothing the opponent can do if he escapes all the way to the Wuhun Hall.

In terms of speed, he still has Gale Phantom. Tang Hao is not good at speed. It is unlikely that he wants to kill Huang Wei who is determined to run.

Instead, Huang Wei will fly a kite.

Outside Huangjia Village, Huang Wei and Li Tianming landed on the ground.

The platinum sword returned to the former body again.

Today's Huangjia Village has changed a lot.

There were no good roads here before, they were all dirt roads.

But now a concrete road has been repaired.

As the saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first.

"I haven't been back for a year and a half, and I miss it a little."

Huang Wei murmured.

"Is this the hometown of the Holy Son?" Li Tianming looked at the village in front of him.

This is one of the best around.

"Ah."

Huang Wei walked in quickly.

Because of the help of Wuhundian, the Huangjia Village at this moment is already a trade relationship, and the changes have been enormous in a short period of time.

He almost didn't recognize it.

There are also many businessmen from other places who come here now.

Everyone is busy.

Everyone has a happy smile on their face.

On the way, when some people who knew Huang Wei saw him, they all greeted him and thanked him very warmly.

Soon Huang Wei became the focus of the audience.

Many people have heard the news that Huang Wei has become the holy son of the Wuhun Temple, with a high status and a powerful one.

It is all thanks to him that their Huangjia Village is able to have what it is today.

Everyone is very grateful to him.

Today, on his return, the village chief's grandfather brought the whole village to hold a banquet.

Tonight, Huang Wei and Li Tianming were having a drink with the villagers in the village.

At the same time, on the opposite side of the mountain in the distance, there is a group of people with evil aura rushing towards them.

The leader of the mercenary group is a soul king, at this moment he is trembling and leading the way in fear.

The group of them was caught by the evil soul master halfway.

The rest of the mercenary regiment died at the hands of the opponent.

What frightened him was that this group of evil soul masters were all at the lowest cultivation level of the soul emperor, and at the highest they were led by a peak soul saint.

The most puzzling thing is that these evil soul masters took out a strange black crystal, full of evil and bloody aura, and they didn't know what it was absorbing from their dead companions.

He only saw what seemed to be air currents being sucked into it.

"There is one of the wealthiest villages in front of you, named Huangjia Village, and the closest to Huangjia Village is Notting City. Master soul masters, can you let me go? No, no, I am willing to join you to become a great Evil Soul Master!"

The head of the mercenary group said in horror.

"The main purpose of our coming this time is to massacre everyone in the Wuhun branch of Notting City, and by the way, the villagers of Notting City as well."

"And your task is completed, death is the greatest respect for us, and also the greatest value!"

The leader of the 79th level peak evil soul saint said coldly, and in the next second, a long sword exuding an evil aura cut through the neck of the mercenary group leader, blood spattered, and his head fell to the ground.

A fresh corpse appeared here.

A black crystal appeared in his hand, it was the magic crystal.

As soon as the magic crystal came out, a black magic light flashed, and in the next second a black thing from the man's body was quickly sucked into it.

This black thing is the soul of this mercenary group.

What the head of the mercenary group saw before was also the souls of their team members.

"I heard that Huangjia Village is the hometown of the Holy Son of Wuhundian. It's really great! Today we are going to kill everyone in Huangjia Village!"

"That's right! We can't kill the Son of the Spirit Hall for now, so let's kill his fellow countrymen!"

"I can't help but want to see the red-eyed, desperate, and angry expression of the holy son of Wuhundian, hahaha!!"

"Cut off all the heads of the villagers of Huangjia Village and send them to Wuhun City!"

"Kill me! Start with Huangjia Village, and kill everyone around!"

One after another crazy and evil, full of violence and bloody voices sounded.

Quickly ran towards Huangjia Village!

Chapter 87 You shouldn't come

Huangjia Village, the friendly atmosphere, everyone is very happy tonight.

There are several large dining tables on the open grass in the big village.

"It's loaded with rich food.

"Thank you Xiao Wei (Brother Wei) for bringing us a happy life!"

Everyone raised their glasses and toasted Huang Wei. Adults and old people had wine in their cups, and children had fruit juice in their glasses.

Huang Wei also poured himself a glass of wine.

He has long wanted to try the taste. This is the fine brewed in the village, and it is also one of the important export commodities of Huangjia Village.

As for why these people didn't call him Holy Son, it was naturally because of Huang Wei's request.

Now he represents Huang Wei, not the Holy Son of Wuhundian.

Now he is just a child raised in the village, not the holy son of Wuhundian.

It is natural to blend in.

"Everyone, if it weren't for your support these years, I wouldn't be able to live today. Thank you to the village chief and everyone!"

Huang Wei picked up the wine glass and stood up to toast.

"cheers!"

Li Tianming also stood up, picked up the wine glasses and everyone cheered together.