Bibi Dong Signed In In The Belly, And He Was Born As A Titled Douluo

In the eyes of outsiders, this is just a cemetery of Douluo Palace.

At this moment, Qian Julei's eyes were a place to bury the sword.

This place was transformed by the souls of Jian Douluo Chenxin and Qian Daoliu. The battle between the two souls continued in this place, endlessly!

At this moment, Qian Dao flowed on the steps of a hundred meters in front of Qian Ju Lei, sitting in Lotus Position, hunting in blue shirt, and Sword Ray, the angelic sword all over his body.

And here, Jian Douluo Chenxin, the back of his body glowed, and the sword ridge was born abruptly. The blood of the whole body seemed to be Yin & Yang kendo, and the flow was full of sharp edges!

The two souls, even after they have fallen for a long time, are still immortal, always confronting each other, and a battle is always brewing.

At this time, Qian Julei finally knew why Jian Douluo Chenxin would hide deep in the tomb of the Douluo Palace and guard the tomb for Qian Daoliu.

In this person's life, he pursued the ultimate kendo, even if he died, he must die above kendo.

Compared with the sword Douluo Chenxin in the original work being wiped out and killed by Pope Bibi Dong, Jian Douluo Chenxin in this situation was the real one.

Such a kendo paranoid madman, endlessly dying, enchanted with the remnant sword, and the soul asks the sword, always confronts!

Qian Julei frowned slightly. This time he comes, but he wants to take Qian Daoliu away and rebirth him. By then, this sword idiot, I am afraid he will be lonely since then...

However, at this time in the battle, the two were undecided, Qian Julei did not immediately disturb the souls of the two, silently observing.

"No, what is wrong? Wanjian Dynasty has been naturalized. This first step is Wanjing's confession. Why is it not strong enough?!"

Sword Douluo's eyes were divine and sharp, as if he could see through everything. He hadn't released the sword yet, and seemed to have seen the power, and he was puzzled.

At this moment, on Qian Daoliu, many angel sword shadows soared like a waterfall, and fell like a dragon, sinking into the earth, and instantly swallowed by the ground, and the sword waves rolled.

Then, Qian Daoliu let out a deep cry: "Old man, this trick can break you!"

"Hundreds of rivers! All rivers return to the sea!"

The inverted angel sword danced surprisingly, which seemed to prove this.

The Sword Douluo was touched, staring at the Angel God Waterfall motionlessly, his eyes gradually becoming clearer.

"Is it really so? Inclusive of all the rivers? The completion of kendo comprehension is only one of the great thousand. Although the Wanjian dynasty is great, the true power can only be the extreme of three thousand perfection, and there is no limit to the heavens and the earth..."

Sword Douluo couldn't help taking a breath, but immediately, his eyes became firm.

"Since my father, no one has been able to comprehend the true Promise Swordsmanship. I don’t know if my grandfather walked this way. Unfortunately, he didn’t even leave a secret formula. See..." Chenxin talked with Qian Daoliu without reservation.

"Whether you take this path or not, can your parents control it? If they are them, then your proving to the Dao is meaningless at all. At a glance, you can see the end of the cultivation, what kind of cultivation!" Qian Daoliu is like a teacher teaching children , Sternly scolded.

"Om—"

It was also at this moment, here, that a continuous sword roar rose!

Every sword roar is extremely astonishing, the unparalleled sharp whirling and beating, the kendo breath of various colors and lustre rises, as if the rivers return to the sea, converging into such a huge torrent of angels.

"Qian Daoliu, are you making up my mind?"

Sword Douluo's heart shook. He glanced around, and when he was about to act, he found that in this place where the sword was buried, countless swords were all shattered!

There are no dozens of mixed swords with sharp edges, radiant and brilliant, and they have condensed into 19 cold swords in the void.

"This is the real edge that the old man has realized!"

As Qiandaoliu's voice fell, Qianjulei's heart was naturally shaken in the eyes of one party.

From above this kendo, he seemed to see more than a hundred figures, every figure was looking at him, countless gazes, as if coming across time and space, falling into his eyes.

"Is this your hope?"

Sword Douluo whispered, "Even though I have been cultivating for many years, and even fused with the blood of the god ring, it is difficult to get to the end."

"Moreover, even if I make a breakthrough, I am the only one who can make a breakthrough. The five directions and kendo are still irretrievable. After endless years, if I sit down or become a god, I still can't change it."

As the conversation deepened, Sword Douluo laughed loudly: "Old fellow, you have worked hard! My Jun Chenxin has embarked on the true path of the sword today. For nearly a hundred years, it has been a scourge, and there should be an end!"

"Buzz—"

In the darkness, something seemed to be directly aroused.

In front of Qianjulei, a piece of ancient land emerged immediately, and billions of remnants of swords shook above the earth. With an order, a wave of sharp air rushed out, billions of sharp edges charged into the sky, and Nine Heavens cloud sky!

Wanjian Dynasty!

"Woo..."

Countless swords trembled, and a burst of sharp aura rushed out, that is, many artifacts. At this moment, they were also out of the control of all the cultivators. Thousand Gathering Lei flew together, deafening.

"Wan Jian Chaozong..."

"How is it possible! How could this be the Wanjian Dynasty Sect...Sword Dao is very difficult to cultivate in ancient times, but now, there are sword ancestors about to emerge!" Qian Daoliu saw that now, he had noticed that Qian Ju Lei had returned.

It was also at this time, the four realms of the God Realm, the ninth Heaven Court.

The three people whose eyes looked like eagles pierced through the void instantly, as if they had seen far away.

"You don't feel it, it seems that a glance has passed from your body!"

"It seems more than one! It came from four directions."

"Horrible, what kind of power is this! This gaze is already infinitely close to the young master!"

Outside of the Douluo Hall, someone was staring at him, but he couldn't move.

At this time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Looking at Wanjian Villa in the northwest, swords screamed into the sky, and all the disciples in the Villa were amazed and horrified.

"Sword Douluo is coming back! Sword Douluo is coming back!"

"Recently, it has been rumored that Sword Douluo is coming back. Unexpectedly, he will come back like this!"

But at this moment, Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi walked in hand in hand.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Fengzhi said, "Burn incense to worship the ancestors!"

Hearing this, some people just left, but most people were puzzled.

"Master Sword Douluo has passed away. All these signs are caused by his soul. You don't need to expect Sword Douluo himself to return."

Gu Rong, Bone Douluo, also had a pale face. Six years after Sword Douluo disappeared for six years, when he could finally perceive it, he found that Sword Douluo had already sat down.

As for this vision, it can only show that Sword Douluo has succeeded, otherwise it would not be a miracle.

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