People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

Wuhun City, outside the city.

The morning glow is brilliant, and the rising sun rises in the far east. It is white and flawless. What it reflects is not a warm and warm yellow, but a cold orange-red. The sky is gray, and the remaining clouds are like red flames, raised and rolling by the morning wind.

Looking around, you can see the towering city walls, and the broad avenue is filled with light mist and lonely.

The trees were swaying, the sparrows were chirping, and with a "whoosh" sound, a man above the tree crown was riding a stream of light and shooting towards the east.

Ning Xiaotian reined in his horse, quickly turned around, and galloped towards the east.

A quarter of an hour later, clusters of cascading figures appeared on the horizon with red light, pulling the old man, and there was no gap in sight.

Looking from afar, on a hill about 20 meters high, two figures stand facing each other. The left figure is slender and fluttering in white clothes. The right figure is as tall as a tower, with shining golden armor and bright morning glow, making it difficult to see the face.

The two of them didn't make any move, they just stood facing each other more than twenty meters apart. The morning breeze blew by, and the hair was flying at the foot of the mountain. However, they didn't make a sound, they just stared solemnly, as if there was an invisible force preventing them from making any sound.

"It's Grandpa Jian and Golden Crocodile Douluo!" On the horseback, Ning Xiaotian's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he glanced around. There were so many people in the mountains and plains that even a roaring dog couldn't squeeze in. He frowned and glanced at his mouth, "This

There are so many people even though we are separated by hundreds of meters!"

"Fortunately, I have good eyesight..." Shaking his head helplessly, he quickly pulled the reins and walked to the right, where there was a small forest.

Enclosing the horse under the tree, Ning Xiaotian jumped up to the tree crown, holding the branch with one hand, rubbing the leaves and looking at each other. There were actually more than ten people on the surrounding tree crown, all looking attentively.

Didn't pay attention to his existence.

"Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu are also here, as well as Xue'er and Na'er..." Parting the branches and leaves and looking far into the distance, Ning Xiaotian saw the whole battlefield clearly. It was open on all sides, with hills like a bowl in the middle.

At the foot of the mountain, standing at the front were Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, who were sitting side by side on chairs. On both sides were people from the Pope's Hall and the Enshrinement Hall, forming a large circle around the entire hill.

Hu Liena stood beside Bibi Dong handsomely, her face was a little haggard, her eyes were slightly red and swollen, which made Ning Xiaotian feel a pinch in her heart. Then she looked at the "Xueqing River" not far away, and her handsome face did not look happy.

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"I'm sorry..." The corners of Ning Xiaotian's lips opened and closed silently, his eyes flickered, and he grasped the branch tightly with his right hand. After a while, he slowly released it. He had to carry out the plan. His father, mother... and the people he loved,

He doesn't want to give up a single thing.

"In the end, the phoenix became a god, and the swallow lost its soul." He was unwilling to face the tragedy of Ma Hongjun in the original novel.

Currently, the two known inheritance places, apart from the Killing City, are only Poseidon Island. As for Poseidon, who spent hundreds of thousands of years to become a god through faith, it took too long. He didn't want to see his beloved in the process.

One by one, they died of old age.

Compared with believing in becoming a god, it is obvious that entering the place of divine examination is the most direct way at present. You have to try it once anyway. Believing in becoming a god is only the last candidate. He is trying his best to promote Wuhun Temple to unify the continent, which is the second choice.

As a inheritor of keyboard culture and an exploited person of capital culture... he has countless tricks in his mind. After the reunification of the mainland, it is not impossible to lay the groundwork and become a god through faith, but it is more time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"Go to the Killing City first. If that doesn't work, wait until Rongrong grows up and take them to Poseidon Island. If that doesn't work, then consider believing in becoming a god..." Ning Xiaotian clarified his thoughts, "If there are not enough gods by then, then we can

You have to rely on Xiao Wu as bait to catch big fish."

"Huh... take your time, don't rush..." He sighed and let out a breath of cold air, and the white mist swirled, bringing his thoughts back.

At this time, the tree branch in his hand suddenly started to sway. He quickly looked at the battlefield and saw the weeds, shrubs, branches and fallen leaves dancing around the hill. It was like a typhoon was blowing at the foot of the hill. Everyone was wearing clothes.

Flying wildly.

The skirt is close to the skin and outlines the size.

"What a raging momentum, you can feel it from such a distance!" Ning Xiaotian was startled, and glanced at Hu Liena subconsciously. Fortunately, the guards on both sides had already put up protective shields to resist the strong wind. Although it should be big, it was still big.

, but at least it avoids disheveled hair.

He raised his head, focused his attention, and continued to focus on the hills. His momentum had been released, and the fight should begin.

The morning glow is like blood, the morning wind blows away the clouds and mist, and the rising sun shines brightly, brightening the gray earth.

The sunlight filtered through the tree crowns and reflected on the two people's faces. Their hot eyes suddenly opened with fighting intent. There was a "pop" sound. Without moving, the weeds and shrubs on the ground suddenly fell towards each other. In just an instant, the center of the two people

The place turned into one white and one gold, with distinct colors, and then exploded with a "bang", blowing violent winds, mixed with broken branches and fallen leaves, and splashed around.

Before the wind stopped and the leaves fell, Sword Douluo's figure had already moved. He put his two fingers together and stretched forward, slightly opening the corners of his mouth, "Sword". As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of white swords suddenly appeared around his body.

It shot towards Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Soul power condenses swords. Grandpa Jian has actually been able to do this..." Ning Xiaotian was stunned. He couldn't even condense a complete sword now. Sword Douluo condensed more than ten swords in seconds on the spot. They were all swords.

Man, I'm so sorry!

"The sword's wings are like flying!" "The murderous intent is revealed!"

The sharp sword was swung out, and Sword Douluo's soul skills were frequently used. The third soul skill's sword wings were like flying. He stepped on a flying sword and flew with the sword. His body turned into a stream of light and shot towards Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Go, the fourth soul skill showed its murderous intent, and quickly swung a sword blade in the air, followed by dozens of sharp swords in front, forming a covering force.

The sharp sword condensed with soul power does not have the amplification blessing that comes with soul skills, and its power is several levels less, so it is most suitable for covering up killing moves.

"Haha, well done!" Facing the killing move, Golden Crocodile Douluo showed no fear. He flashed his eyes and shouted cheerfully, "The third soul skill is to gather sand to form armor."

The whole body was instantly surrounded by golden clouds, like diffuse yellow sand, and quickly contracted, forming a set of golden armor to wrap around the body, with countless spikes standing upright, revealing only the golden eyes filled with fighting intent.

Waving both fists, resisting the killing move.

"Ding ding ding...bang!"

The sharp swords exploded continuously, illuminating the surrounding area with daylight. Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"The eighth soul skill is to move mountains and fill seas!"

Sword Douluo's body stopped six meters away from Sword Douluo. Taking advantage of the white light to cover Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes, he directly launched a strong attack method. He held the Seven Killing Sword Spirit and waved it continuously. The sword energy crisscrossed, like a huge white light curtain.

, attacked Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He knew very well that Golden Crocodile Douluo's Golden Crocodile King spirit must have gone a step further after eating the fairy grass presented by Ning Xiaotian. Not only did it have amazing defense, but it also attacked violently and had cold attributes. He would definitely be at a disadvantage in close combat.

You must attack from a distance!

One, two, three...twelve... Sword Douluo waved his right hand, like a phantom, without stopping.

"Isn't Grandpa Jian's eighth soul skill only able to wield twelve sword energy in a row? He's still wielding it..." Ning Xiaotian's eyes were widened, and he was shocked inside. He knew this situation very well.

, Sword Douluo's control over his own soul skills has probably reached a very terrifying level, breaking the shackles of the soul skills themselves and achieving transcendence.

No wonder he thought of challenging the masters of Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect. He wanted to surpass himself again and break the shackles of realm in one go.

"Hahaha, so happy!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's hearty laughter came from the violent white light and roar.

"The True Form of Crocodile Dragon!" He shouted loudly, and in the white light, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted with awe-inspiring coldness, and layers of ice on the ground formed and spread to all sides.