Chapter 580 God-level powerhouse

Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo naturally did not react slowly and immediately ran away.

Even the Golden Dragon Douluo did not care about the severe pain in his hand. He felt the terrifying aura approaching quickly, and immediately ran away with fear.

However, at this moment, although the owner of the blood-colored giant sword had not arrived.

But the blood-colored giant sword suddenly moved.

He slashed in the air towards the direction where the Golden Dragon Douluo escaped!

Suddenly, a light red blood curtain phantom appeared in the sky, either light or dark, instantly covering the surrounding heavenly realm and the Golden Dragon Douluo who had just escaped for a moment.

Then, the blood-colored giant sword turned into a bloodline and appeared behind the Golden Dragon Douluo in an instant.

puff!

Suddenly, the Golden Dragon Douluo's body was split into pieces and blood rain fell from the sky!

After killing the Golden Dragon Douluo, the bloodline also turned into a giant sword and flew back to the sky. The blue-haired and red-eyed young man with a handsome long-haired look exuding a bloody smell.

"The situation of the battle has changed! The armies retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"

With the appearance of this young man, the joint army of the Spirit Hall, which had already entered the fortress, suddenly rang out an emergency retreat order.

The battle situation changed instantly.

"Old Sect Master!" The four elders of Haotian Sect, who were obviously older than the young man, came forward respectfully and saluted after seeing the young man.

"Bad! How about my subordinates' casualties?" The young man swept his bloody eyes to the battlefield below and said coldly.

When the second elder seemed a little afraid when he heard the young man's questioning, he stepped forward and replied with a thorn in his mouth.

"The soul masters from the City of Killing were almost all killed in order to resist the army of the Spirit Hall..."

"Hmph! What a waste! It's good to die! Now that I have obtained the throne of gods, I don't need these nutrients! However, those who dare to touch my things will not have a good end!" The young man raised his mouth and looked at the army that fled like an ant under his feet.

A blood-colored giant sword in his palm swung gently, and in an instant a blood-colored sword shadow that was thousands of feet long fell from the sky and slashed directly!

"ah!"

The blood-colored sword intent slashed, and countless corpses splattered, accompanied by terrified wails, the smell of blood instantly spread across the sky.

The young man sniffed a faint smell of blood in the sky, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face, and then disappeared.

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As the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the president of the joint army this time, Ning Fengzhi escaped from the battlefield as soon as possible, but did not leave too far. Instead, he quickly returned to the military camp and issued orders to retreat one after another.

Now, with the emergence of god-level powerful men, these conventional forces armies are meaningless even if there are many.

This situation is no longer something he can control.

In the tent.

"Dad! What happened?" Ning Rongrong asked anxiously, holding a little white rabbit.

Beside her, Zhu Zhu's cold face also showed a hint of worry, and she looked at Ning Fengzhi.

"Didn't I ask someone to let you go quickly? What are you doing here?" Ning Fengzhi heard his daughter's voice, raised his head suddenly and said anxiously.

"But, what happened? And Dad, you haven't left yet..." Looking at his father's anxious look, Ning Rongrong seemed to realize the seriousness of the crisis and said quickly.

"I don't have time to explain to you. Uncle Jian, please take them away!" Ning Fengzhi had no intention of explaining to Ning Rongrong at this moment, and ordered directly to Jian Douluo beside him.

This place is very close to the fortress battlefield, and the god-level strongman will chase him at any time. If the god-level strongman appears, none of them will be able to leave!

Jian Douluo also understood the current situation and did not say nonsense. He immediately summoned the Seven Killing Sword and wanted to fly on the sword, and took Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing away from here.

However, just when Sword Douluo was summoning the Seven Killing Swords, a chuckle with a little crazy suddenly rang out.

"It's really lively. There are so many old acquaintances, but why do you have to run away? I finally met you, let's talk together."

At this moment, Jian Douluo's body suddenly solidified, accompanied by a faint blood-colored field spreading. The Seven Killing Sword, which was originally summoned from his body, also fell powerlessly to the ground, then turned into streams of light and returned to his body.

Jian Douluo looked desperate. Although he had already predicted the power of the god-level power, he did not expect that in his realm, he could not even mobilize a trace of soul power, just like an ordinary person.

Ning Fengzhi saw the young man with blue hair and red eyes appear, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then sighed a long time, and said with a trembling trembling.

"Your Excellency, let them go..."

Although Ning Fengzhi knew that the opportunity was slim, he still wanted to win a little vitality for his daughter and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Haha, Uncle Ning, what are you talking about? Rong Rong Zhuqing and I are old friends. Do you think I will hurt them? No, no!"

"Old friend?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the young man's words.

"Oh, it seems you have noticed something? That's right, I am Tang San." As if I noticed Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, "Tang San" turned his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing and said with a smile.

"Tang San!?" Ning Rongrong was shocked when he heard this and exclaimed, looking a little unbelievable.

There has been no news for many years. She has never seen it again since the Soul Master Competition split.

But in her memory, Tang Sanke was not like this at all, whether it was temperament or appearance!

"Tang San?! Aren't you King Shura?" Hearing the words of "Tang San", even Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but shrink his pupils and said in surprise.

"The Shura King is me, Tang San is me, Tang Chen is me, and Shura God is also me!" Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Tang San said with a smile, his face distorted, like a madman with a somewhat distorted spirit.

After laughing, Tang San turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong. Of course, to be precise, it was the little rabbit in Ning Rongrong's arms.

"Xiao Wu, my sister, in order to save Brother Ning Fan, turned into this look. She is really... a waste!" Tang San said with a sneer.

"Speaking of this, where is my elder brother Ning Fan? What kind of throne has he inherited? In my memory, it seems that only this elder brother Ning Fan can't see through..."

"The so-called angel god inheritance in the Martial Soul Palace is also the inheritance of Bibidong's killing god. In my eyes, it is just a waste. In fact, in my eyes, Brother Ning Fan is what I look forward to the most."

At this moment, in the eyes of "Tang San", whether it is the God of Killing or the God of Angels, he can see through it, or he has known it for a long time.

However, Ning Fan was something he could not see through. He could not see through what position he inherited, nor did he know his strength.

It is precisely because he can't see through that the person he fears the most has been "Ning Fan" who has disappeared for many years and has never been heard of!

"So, for Brother Ning Fan's sake, I won't kill them. On the contrary, I have to 'protect' them well!" Tang San responded with a wicked smile on his face, looking at Ning Fengzhi.

Hearing Tang San's words, Ning Fengzhi also had a bitter smile on his lips.

They are not at risk for the time being, but it is obvious that "Tang San" wants to use Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu as hostages and threaten Ning Fan.

At that time, even if Ning Fan inherits the "Tao of God", he will be afraid of the safety of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing Xiaowu.

Although he understood Tang San's intention, he could not stop all this.

In front of a god-level powerful man, let alone him, even Jian Douluo is like an unarmed ordinary man...

However, just when Ning Feng was desperate and powerless.

Suddenly, a figure that looked like a golden meteor in the sky flashed into the camp, and a cold shout with majesty sounded.

"I originally wanted to see if he would be here! I didn't expect that at this last moment, a god-level powerhouse appeared in the Haotian Sect."
Chapter completed!