Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

Chapter 227 Reversal, Qian Renshang’s target has never been Qian Daoliu!

Qian Daoliu was not to be outdone and shouted:

"Don't be so arrogant, you evil creature!"

The angel's true form shone brightly, and powerful soul power was continuously poured into every attack.

Every movement he made was filled with sacred and inviolable majesty, and every ray of holy light shone with his loyalty to and belief in the protection of the Spirit Hall.

In this high altitude, light and darkness intertwined, forming a thrilling scene. The two fought back and forth, and it was difficult to separate them.

As soon as Qian Renshang's dark sword energy was dissolved by Qian Daoliu's holy light sword blade, he immediately flashed, circled behind Qian Daoliu at an extremely fast speed, and swung his sword to attack again.

Qian Daoliu reacted quickly and turned around to block with the Angel Holy Sword. Every confrontation was thrilling and exciting.

No one can easily predict the final outcome of this shocking battle.

boom! boom! boom!
The battle was still going on, but at this time, the blood below was almost flowing like a river. The Spirit Empire's soul master army and the beast tide were fighting each other, and they were already blood-thirsty.

On the battlefield, shouts, screams, and explosions of soul skills intertwined in chaos. The soul masters of the Wuhun Empire madly released various soul skills, and the brilliant light illuminated this bloody land.

Some soul masters were already exhausted, but they were still fighting with their tenacious will, swinging their weapons continuously and slashing at the enemies in front of them.

The soul beasts in the beast tide did not retreat. They relied on their instincts and powerful strength to fight the soul masters to the death.

Some even fail to distinguish between friend and foe, and only care about destroying everything in front of them.

A soul master from the Wuhun Empire had red eyes and a ferocious face. His soul power was almost exhausted, but he still madly attacked everything around him.

No matter whether it is a soul beast or his companion, as long as it appears in his sight, he will attack without hesitation.

A huge soul beast, after being attacked many times, has fallen into a violent state. It rushes forward recklessly, crushing all creatures that stand in its way to the ground.

The entire battlefield was like hell on earth, with blood and killing filling every corner.

The battle between Qian Daoliu and Qian Renshang above was still going on, however, as time slowly passed, the situation gradually became unfavorable for Qian Renshang and Zi Ji.

Qian Renshang had sustained injuries of varying degrees, his clothes were torn, and his body was stained with blood, but his eyes were still firm and fierce, and he still held the Fallen Angel's Sword tightly in his hand, refusing to relax even a bit.

Zi Ji's spirit body was also somewhat unstable, with its light flickering, as if it would dissipate at any time. Her breath also became disordered, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, assisting Qian Renshang in fighting against the powerful enemy.

On the other hand, the light fire on Qian Daoliu was still very strong, shining as brightly as before, with no signs of weakening. His soul power seemed to be endless, and his breath was steady and powerful.

"Hahahaha, you are no match for me after all!"

Qian Daoliu laughed triumphantly.

"The power of light is endless. How can you, the evildoers of darkness, stand up to me?"

Qian Renshang and Zi Ji were both panting at this moment, their chests heaving violently like bellows, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp.

Sweat flowed down their cheeks like a stream, mixed with the blood on their bodies, and dripped to the ground. Although Qian Daoliu's face was full of pride, his heart was like a turmoil.

He looked at Qian Renshang, who was covered in wounds but still resisting stubbornly, and the shock in his heart continued to spread like ripples.

"Qian Renshang is indeed the Son of Darkness. He is only at the eighth level, but he can fight with me to this extent and hold on for so long."

He was secretly frightened.
"His dark power is so strange and powerful, and every move carries a resolute killing intent. If given enough time, and he advances to the Nine-ring Titled Douluo, I'm afraid I really won't be able to subdue him."

Thinking of this, a trace of panic quietly grew in his heart.

"No, we must not let him escape today, otherwise it will become a big problem."

Qian Daoliu's eyes became more determined and fierce, and his murderous intent became stronger.

Qian Renshang gritted his teeth, which seemed to be about to break. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Qian Daoliu fiercely and roared:
"Qian Daoliu, you are a hypocritical hypocrite who only relies on your years of cultivation to bully the weak! Even if you can win today, it is not a fair victory!"

Zi Ji's spirit body was glowing with light, her breath was extremely disordered, she was panting heavily, her voice was full of unyielding:

"Qian Daoliu, even if you lose today, we will make you pay a heavy price for what you did today in the future!"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, his face terribly gloomy: "Humph, you will not live any longer! Today is the day you die!"

As he spoke, he raised the Angel's Holy Sword high up again. The holy light on the sword suddenly surged, like a scorching sun, ready to give them a fatal blow.

Qian Daoliu was just about to continue to do his best to capture Qian Renshang and Zi Ji. He clenched his teeth, and the Holy Angel Sword in his hand shone brightly, ready to launch a fatal blow.

However, at this critical moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a certain direction of the battlefield. In an instant, his face changed drastically, and his original determined expression was replaced by extreme fear, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

In the distance, on a battlefield filled with blood and chaos, a figure was blown away like a cannonball by an irresistible force.

The figure rolled helplessly in the air, drawing a desperate arc.

Then, before the figure had a chance to catch his breath, he was ruthlessly kicked to the ground by a foot containing infinite power.

"Crack!"

The horrifying sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard, and the chest of the figure was pierced directly by a brutal force. Broken ribs pierced out from the wound, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the surrounding land red.

His vitality was fading at an alarming rate, and his eyes, which were originally full of strength, were now filled with endless despair. Looking closely, the miserable figure was none other than the Seventh Worshiper of the Spirit Hall, the Demon Subduing Douluo.

The one standing in front of him and defeating him was none other than the Ten Thousand Demon King. The usually elegant Ten Thousand Demon King seemed to have transformed into a Shura from hell at this moment.

His clean white robe had long been stained with blood, and bright red blood was dripping down the corners of his clothes.

His hair was disheveled on his shoulders, his face was splattered with the blood of his enemies, and his originally gentle features were now distorted beyond recognition by extreme anger and desire to kill. His eyes were wide open, revealing chilling madness and murderous intent, like a terrifying evil spirit crawling out of the abyss of Hell.

(End of this chapter)