Chapter 129 Sword Douluo was shattered into pieces, and Oscar was made a slave
In the center of the battlefield, Qian Renhan exerted his strength, and the dark magic sword was enveloped in blood-red murderous aura.
"Sword Douluo, it's time to end."
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The sound of breaking continued, Sword Douluo The bloody Seven Kills Sword fused with the Seven Kills Sword. At the tip of the sword that was fighting against Qian Renhan, cracks appeared and spread towards the entire Seven Kills Sword. At the cracks of the Seven Kills Sword, there were drop after drop of blood. outflow.
Chen Xin and the human sword merge into one, and his body blends into the sword. The Seven Kills Sword is his body. The Seven Kills Sword is broken and cracks appear, which represents him
Qian Renhan Yuhun In terms of hardness, the Dark Demonic Sword created by his skills cannot compete with Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword, but his sword intent is superior to Sword Douluo's.
The cracks in the Seven Kills Sword are still expanding. Although Chen Xin in the sword is full of cracks, his expression is extremely calm. He is thinking about how to defeat Qian Renhan and fight for Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong. A glimmer of hope.
Sword Douluo looked at the five pairs of wings behind Qian Renhan, and suddenly remembered that Qian Renhan's martial spirit was an angel, not a sword. The sword in his hand was actually made of soul power. The way of sword He was no match for Qian Renhan, but his Seven Killing Sword grade would never be defeated by a long sword with a ten thousand year soul ring.
This is what is called playing games. No one is better in technique (kendo), but the equipment (sword) is better than the opponent.
The cracks in the Seven Kills Sword continued to expand and were about to spread to the whole body. Just when everyone in Wuhun Hall thought Qian Renhan was going to win, there was a friction sound from the soles of Qian Renhan's feet and he was retreating. And the sword in his hand also made a clicking sound.
“This guy.” Qian Renhan frowned slightly, the cracks in the dark magic sword in his hand were expanding. Sword Douluo actually used brute force, trying to win by relying on the equipment gap.
"Unfortunately, if my sword is used again, your Seven Killing Sword will not last long."
"This is enough, as long as there is a glimmer of chance."
Sword Douluo pushed Qian Renhan with all his strength. At the heel of Qian Renhan's foot, where the two of them had destroyed the ground with their sword energy, there was a gap at the height of the heel. As soon as Qian Renhan's right foot slipped into it, the tip of the sword was in a straight line. It was broken instantly upon collision.
“Right now!”
The cracked Seven Kills Sword blade brushed against the Dark Demon Sword until it reached Qian Renhan’s throat.
“Brother!”
“His Majesty the Pope!”
"Grandpa Jian, kill him!"
A forest-white light beam rushed out, and everyone in front of the Pope's Palace was stunned.
The scene returned, with two-thirds of the dark wings falling on the ground. Behind Qian Renhan, there were originally five pairs of neat and symmetrical dark wings. Most of the wings in the first row on the right were broken, and this Most of Qian Renhan's wings were moved by his neck to avoid the Seven Kills Sword, and the Seven Kills Sword rushed out from its original route and pierced his wings.
"Twice, rubbish soul skills, sooner or later you will be crippled." Qian Renhan casually threw away the dark magic sword full of cracks, and a layer of ice condensed on his originally plain face.
"Failed."
A trace of despair appeared on Sword Douluo's face. He originally thought that he would try his best to burn his life to kill the useless martial soul's true body, as well as the hundred thousand year old soul. Qian Renhan's soul skill took away Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, but Qian Renhan only lost one of his wings.
“Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, I will give you respect.”
The nine soul rings under Qian Renhan’s feet and the wings behind his back were retracted, and two brand-new hundred-thousand-year-old rings appeared. The soul ring appeared at his feet, blood-red light surged from his left hand, and the dark cloud-covered sky suddenly turned blood-red.
Under the gaze of everyone with wide-eyed pupils, a sword surrounded by two hundred thousand year soul rings, about three feet long, covered with blood, was filled with a bloody sword weapon that was like a piercing murderous aura. The soul appeared in Qian Renhan's hand, the second martial soul, Shura Sword.
Yu Xiaoan was stunned and said: "Twin martial spirits."
Xiao Wu's eyes burst out with an astonishing look of hatred. The two hundred thousand year soul rings on the Blood Sword Spirit belonged to the Great Ming Dynasty and the Second Ming Dynasty.
“This sword!”
Sword Douluo’s body was trembling. He recalled that when his sword heart was destroyed and he entered another world, he saw the death spiral formed by the sword. , the appearance of the sword is exactly the same as the one in Qian Renhan's hand.
Qian Renhan didn't talk nonsense this time. He swung his Shura sword and slashed at Sword Douluo. The pure blood sword energy seemed to cover the entire world, and time seemed to have stopped.
When everyone came to their senses, there was a pile of crushed blood-red metal blocks on the ground, varying in size. The only complete piece was a sword hilt, and that sword hilt was the Seven Kills Sword. hilt.
Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, together with the Seven Killing Sword, died without a whole body, and his body was shattered into pieces. "Uncle Jian!"
"Grandpa Jian!"
This time Ning Rongrong finally knew how to move and knelt down in front of the pile of blood-red metal blocks. After falling down, the tears kept falling like broken pearls.
"Ning Fengzhi, you gave birth to a good daughter." Qian Renhan said lightly, with his eyesight, how could he not see that Ning Rongrong had a deep love for Tang San, so he ignored Ning Feng Zhi ignored death and used his body to block Tang San.
Even if you don't love me and regard me as a friend, it doesn't matter. I love you and am willing to give my life. If I want to kill you, I will step over my body.
This beautiful love is really touching.
Hehehe
"Dad, Grandpa Jian is already here." Ning Rongrong burst into tears, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the man walking over, her eyes full of bloodshot eyes, her facial features distorted, and her hair extremely messy. Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi curled up his legs, raised his crutch, hit Ning Rongrong hard, and yelled: "It's all you, you idiot, it's you who killed Uncle Jian!"
Ning Fengzhi swung the crutch with both hands and hit Ning Rongrong hard. With one crutch, Ning Rongrong was knocked to the ground while he was kneeling on the ground. The crutch in his hand hit Ning Rongrong mercilessly. on the body. Whether it was his thighs or his head, the crazy Ning Fengzhi didn't care so much. He was already overwhelmed by anger. Every time the stick went down, Ning Rongrong's fair skin was bruised.
The crazy Ning Fengzhi is the most handsome, 24K pure handsome!
The Wuhun Palace staged a series of epic performances. When the father saw his daughter being a bitch, he picked up a long crutch.
"Oh~ah! Dad, please don't hit me!"
Ning Rongrong's piercing cry of screams echoed through the entire Pope Palace Square, making people shudder.
After all, Ning Fengzhi was an auxiliary soul master, and his physical strength was not very good. He had been crushed by Qian Renhan's soul just now and was seriously injured. He only slapped Ning Rongrong seven or eight times before he started breathing heavily.
"It's better not to leave any descendants, especially girls. Human beings born and raised in Douluo Continent have problems from the very beginning."
Qian Renhan commented secretly and finished watching the show. , raised the Shura Sword in his hand, preparing to send Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong to the west.
"His Majesty the Pope!"
Suddenly another figure rushed out in front of Shrek Academy, kneeling in front of Qian Renhan and kowtowing, and this person was naturally Oscar.
Oscar took three shots and said: "His Majesty the Pope, my name is Oscar. I am a food-type soul master with innate soul power. I am willing to join the Wuhun Palace. Please let Rongrong and Ning go. Sect Master. "
A food-based soul master with innate soul power!
Everyone in the Wuhun Hall was shocked. When did the food system give birth to a person with innate soul power?
Today in the mainland, the strongest food system soul master is a soul saint of level 79, and he is also a martial artist. As a result of the Soul Palace's best efforts to cultivate, if a food-type soul master with innate soul power joins the Wuhun Palace, with the full training of the Soul Palace, he will definitely become the first food-type titled Douluo in history. There will be a qualitative leap in strength.
"Swear on your life, slave."
Qian Renhan put down the Shura Sword and said calmly, Bai Yanlang wanted to join the Wuhun Palace, he was only qualified to be a slave, and he would never trust Bai Yanlang with his love brain. Oscar's amazing speech, which he only remembers when he goes to the Spirit Hall to receive the Golden Soul Coin, and is ignored the rest of the time, is extremely resounding.
Hearing this, Oscar's body trembled. The Wuhun Palace was asking him to be a slave who could be driven by others, like an ox or a horse.
“Xiao Ao.”
Ning Rongrong, who had a long bruise on his face, the skin was torn, and his eyes were red and swollen, stared blankly at Oscar, his beautiful eyes full of disbelief.
"Rongrong, no matter what you become, you will always be the most beautiful in my heart."
Oscar turned to look at Ning Rongrong, his peach blossom eyes full of Love, in order for Rongrong to survive, he, Oscar, gave Wuhundian a life of being a slave and a servant, so what if he worked as a cow or a horse.
"I, Oscar, swear on my life that as long as Wuhun Palace is willing to let Sect Master Ning and Rongrong go, I will be willing to work as a slave and slave for Wuhun Palace for the rest of my life." Oscar's voice echoed in the The entire Wuhun Palace.
"Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong yelled, her eyes burst into tears again. She didn't expect Oscar to be able to do this for her, and her heart of six points three and four points started beating crazily. , moving crazily towards Oscar's position, it only took a moment to become very mysterious, and at the same time, a strong look of regret completely enveloped her heart.
If she had made her choice earlier, if she had not been hesitant about Oscar because of the sect's rules, then everything today would not have happened, Grandpa Jian would not have died, and Oscar would have also He would not be willing to be a slave of Wuhun Palace for the rest of his life just to save her.
Qian Renhan turned around, put away the Shura Sword and walked towards Tang San, saying: "The back cook of Wuhun Palace makes a thousand sausages every day, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will suffer for not completing it in one day."
"In this world, future generations of men and women should not have the best."
Combined with Oscar and Ning Rongrong's unnatural actions, Qian Renhan made a supplement, otherwise he would really worry about meeting a dog-licking lover with blind eyes. One of the wolves would be tempted to beat him to death.
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