Kill the gods...prove the truth???

Not to mention the many soul masters and soul beasts present.

Even the Rakshasa God sitting high in the sky couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard Lu Yuan's extremely arrogant words.

"god"

A simple word.

Representing legends and...

Invincible!

Sometimes, its meaning is indeed illusory.

But sometimes, this word has a very important meaning.

When the legend is verified...

The price of verification was that two Extreme Douluo were captured without the ability to fight back!

And after verification...

The four words "Killing Gods and Proving the Way" do not represent pride.

But arrogant!

The arrogance of not knowing the heights of heaven and earth!

Just because of an inexplicable reason, to dare to utter these four bold words is either completely crazy or extremely crazy.

In short, it is absolutely impossible to be a normal person!

And this son's fate will undoubtedly be quite miserable!

A trace of confusion flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. While he unilaterally pronounced Lu Yuan's fate, he also secretly looked at the two Extreme Douluo who were in the deep pit.

The collapse of Wuhun Palace came too suddenly!

What can two extreme Douluo do?

In front of the gods, you are just like a little chicken with wings: it looks full of momentum, but in the end you still cannot escape the fate of being suppressed by the gods!

As for the other titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace...

Both Extreme Douluo knelt down.

Do you really think you can win by stubbornly resisting?

It’s a blessing among misfortunes that this strange god doesn’t take his anger out on Wuhun Palace; what’s more, with the known bad taste of this god, it’s probably a certainty that he will take his anger out on Wuhun Palace!

And when it becomes inevitable for a god to anger the Wuhun Palace...

He doesn't want to be the person he was before the Wuhun Palace collapsed...

A belated burial offering!

With his eyes twinkling slightly, Yu Yuanzhen struck back with a Thunder Dragon Claw, hitting the unsuspecting Yue Guan behind him without any hesitation!

This sudden blow was beyond everyone's expectations.

But Yue Guan was a titled Douluo after all, and he had actually reacted the moment the sense of crisis broke out.

Although a little slow.

But he indeed summoned his own martial spirit and resisted Yu Yuanzhen's Thunder Dragon Claw.

pity.

With an unprepared attitude, facing an attack from a titled Douluo of the same level, it is almost inevitable that you will suffer a loss.

Yue Guan's already pale face suddenly became even paler, with no trace of blood visible. As the words blurted out, his body flew back without hesitation.

"Yu Yuanzhen, what on earth are you going to do?!"

Clang!!!

Boom!!!

Buzz!!!

All kinds of voices sounded almost instantly, and together with Yue Guan's harsh and angry questioning voice, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Taking a leisurely glance at the tense scene of the ants, the Rakshasa God sitting in the sea of ​​blood smiled indifferently, and pointedly said to the young man flying into the sky not far away:

"It's a good thing to be arrogant..."

"Especially with your confident demeanor."

"It means you have a strong mentality."

"I also learned how to look at anything from a strong perspective."

"but..."

"Not everyone can understand you!"

"It doesn't feel good to be betrayed by your comrades, right?"

"If you still want to persist..."

"I will change the fate of that little girl to be the same as the substitute lying on the ground~"

Buzz~

A humming sound that does not exist!

"Tang San" tilted his head violently, and his words were forced to stop.

But soon, "Tang San" sat up, with a bit of fright and surprise, frowning and looking at the expressionless young man not far away.

"What just happened?!"

"Your intuition is very keen."

Slowly raising his arm, Lu Yuan closed the little finger that was not resting on the hilt of the sword but was now dripping with blood.

The donkey's head is not the answer to the horse's mouth.

Weird enough behavior.

However, the Rakshasa God residing in Tang San's body understood something; in the dark red pupils, the red light surged, and a black crescent rose into the sky again!

"Dragon God's Claw!!!"

"Kamiwei!"

The two attacks violently collided in the air, and flames and hurricanes were instantly generated, forming a huge fire tornado, causing the tense people not far away to subconsciously look sideways.

pity.

Even though he was in the fire tornado, even though the flames were dancing wildly, even though the aftermath was spreading, he was still unable to cause any harm to Lu Yuan who stayed where he was.

Slowly raising the phantom-like sword blade, he glanced at Di Tian who suddenly joined the battlefield. While frowning slightly, the young man said mercilessly:

"Please don't get involved!"

After hearing this, Ditian responded expressionlessly:

"No one dares to face the wrath of the Lord."

The implication is that the action just now was not because of wanting to help Lu Yuan, but because he was afraid that Lu Yuan's death would cause the Silver Dragon King to be angry, so as to hold him accountable.

"A flawed excuse."

His face was slightly cold.

At the same time as he uttered these words, the young man disappeared on the spot, and then appeared out of thin air in front of Tang San, who was only half-remaining, and thrust out the silver lightsaber with extremely rich soul power in his hand.

Simple and direct attacks are far more effective than flashy tricks.

A powerful attack is far less effective than a precise defense-breaking attack.

On the basis of not opening the martial soul's true body, releasing those large-scale slashes can only be said to be to deal with the same large-scale attacks.

The Rakshasa God's next actions also verified Lu Yuan's conjecture.

Keng!!!

His hand sank, and he looked at the Rakshasa Divine Scythe that had just blocked the thrust and then turned around and got stuck on the Taixu Bone Sword. A trace of envy flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, Lu Yuan expressionlessly flicked his bloody little finger again.

The ultimate sense of crisis came.

Tang San turned his head fiercely, trying to avoid this invisible or even imperceptible attack.

Tang San did avoid it.

But from another perspective, it is not avoided either.

Pushing away the young man in front of him, Tang San stretched out his hand and gently touched the neat and narrow incision on his face.

How many years has it been...

How many years have it been... since you have experienced this ultimate sense of crisis?
To be continued...