In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Faced with such terrifying power, Sword Douluo didn't even use his soul skills. He simply stood there and casually slashed, cut, jabbed, and thrust his sword, delivering one strike after another.

What makes it special is its extreme speed. The Seven Kill Sword is like a streak of silver light.

"Jingle bells."

Soon, the two coiled dragon staffs collided with the Seven Kill Sword.

As Sword Douluo said, it was impossible to break through to within three feet of him.

"Dust Heart's swordsmanship has indeed reached its pinnacle. Every move he makes has the wonder of turning the rotten into the miraculous."

There were many skilled players in the arena, and even they couldn't help but feel ashamed upon seeing this.

Put yourself in their shoes; under Qianjun's terrifying onslaught, they would have been turned into mincemeat long ago.

Don't be fooled by the extremely simple fighting style of both sides; it contains terrifying killing intent.

however.

This was merely the surface; Qianjun and Jiangmo, being people of that era, were increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Both were fighting with near-full strength. Each strike carried the force of ten thousand jun; such a terrifying impact...

Douluo, however, did not retreat a single step.

Even the level 98 powerhouse who was my opponent back then didn't have it this easy.

Could it be that his strength is above level 98?

How is that possible?

How could so many monsters capable of challenging opponents far above their level suddenly appear in the Douluo Continent?

"He must be faking it. Let's give it our all!"

Qianjun's eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see right through everything.

Swordsman remained silent.

What kind of clothes am I wearing?! It's clearly you guys who are too weak!

If I don't crush you all, I'll have wasted all that time I was living off the big boss. All those rare treasures I used for multiple purification rituals would have been a waste!

Now, his power.

I'm scared of myself!

"A mighty dragon emerges from the sea."

Suddenly, Qianjun and Jiangmo retreated a hundred meters away, then suddenly gathered their strength and charged forward.

Due to excessive force.

The ground was riddled with cracks, several meters in diameter.

The sixth soul rings on both of them were swiftly attached to their respective Panlong Staffs.

Then, the two figures disappeared. In their place appeared two golden dragons, each over ten meters long.

Majestic.

Powerful.

Unrivaled.

It sends chills down one's spine.

"Gulp."

Many people swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing. In that brief moment, the two golden streaks intertwined and launched an even more ferocious attack.

It possesses a devastating power.

"Good timing!"

Sword Douluo was not surprised but delighted. "Sixth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Instantly, tens of thousands of terrifying silver-white sword energies swept outwards from him like a storm.

Incredibly terrifying.

"Huh? His sword aura... seems to be a blade of grass?"

Suddenly, Oni Douluo on the city wall uttered a question.

However, the other elders ignored him, their eyes fixed on Sword Douluo's figure.

I was afraid of missing any of the exciting scenes.

The killer move is about to be unleashed.

Sword Douluo raised his sword high in both hands, and countless silver-white sword energies gathered in mid-air into a... strangely shaped sword.

This is really strange.

As is well known, the Myriad Swords Sect has two forms: One Sword and Myriad Swords. These correspond to extremely powerful single-target attacks and extremely powerful area-of-effect attacks, respectively.

The giant sword formed from a single entity should normally be a Seven Kill Sword magnified many times over.

But now, it seems to have changed.

Because, this sword... looks like a blade of grass?

Without giving anyone much time to think, in the blink of an eye, the strange giant sword had already slashed down with all its might.

The two golden dragons that were coiled together were silently split in two by this sword strike.

At the same time, Qianjun and Jiangmo fell from the light and shadow.

Both of them were deathly pale.

Clearly, having one's soul skill broken is not a pleasant experience.

"Hiss... Sword Dao Chenxin lives up to his reputation."

At that moment, no one expected that the opponent would break the opponent's soul skill with just this one sword strike.

Is 97 really that strong?

But it didn't give anyone much time to think. Qianjun, the Demon Slayer, unleashed his terrifying soul skill once again.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Earth-Shaking Strike".

Two colossal pillars stood tall, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, with golden dragons coiling above them.

In an instant, the situation changed dramatically.

"Over the decades, these two have made remarkable progress in their cultivation. Although they are not yet at level ninety-seven, they are not far off."

On the walls of Wuhun City, Bibi Dong slowly gave her evaluation.

She was unhappy.

The Hall of Offerings is a confidant of Grand Elder Qian Daoliu. The stronger the opponent, the more disadvantageous it is for him to rule the Spirit Hall.

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At this moment, Qianjun Douluo's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Chenxin, I'll give you a chance now. Stop now, and you can still hand over Poison Douluo. With this move, my brother and I could..."

Even if you could control it, you wouldn't be able to. Let alone you, even a level 98 expert would die a tragic death!

Now, no one doubts it.

"Under the crown of dusty heart..."

Dugu Bo was somewhat tempted from a distance. He could sense that the Soul Skill Thousand-Armed Demon Subduing concealed a deadly danger.

He couldn't bear to see others take risks for him.

If I had mastered the art of poisoning, what would I have to fear from these rotten fish and shrimp? It's just a pity that I have failed Mr. Lin in his cultivation of me.

I have no way to repay you.

However, just when everyone thought Chen Xin was about to give in.

But he laughed.

"Old Poison Master, aren't you being too pessimistic? The Sect Master is still here; we're not in danger. Besides..."

Swordsman paused here. Then, looking at the two towering pillars, he smiled slightly: "Besides, I also have a sword; I'm even afraid to cut myself with it! Isn't that a coincidence?"

skillful?"

"Insanity."

"Arrogant".

Two cold shouts, carrying endless chill.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the two towering pillars slowly collapsed.

The earthquake shook violently, making it difficult for many people to stand. Even Wuhun City was shaken.

Like the sky tilting down.

"With a single sword strike, I can cleave the sun, moon, and stars. These are but pillars supporting the heavens; watch me cut them down!"

Sword Douluo's eyes were cold as he held his sword horizontally across his chest. His left hand swept across the Seven Kill Sword.

Instantly, countless bright runes flashed. As people's eyes fell upon them, two words came to mind.

Sharp!

This represents unparalleled sharpness.

Then, Sword Douluo swept his sword horizontally.

A huge crack appeared between heaven and earth, cutting the two towering pillars in half, separating them into two parts.

At that moment, all was silent; time itself seemed to stand still.

"Am I seeing things? That's a spatial...rift?"

"It has been so many years since such a powerful figure has appeared."

"Is this really the power that a level 98 player can unleash?"

Half an hour later, just as Ghost Douluo let out a gasp, Bibi Dong suddenly said, "No, this isn't level ninety-eight!"