On the north wall of "Longxing City", the green lotus sword slapped horizontally, colliding with a pair of tiger claws that overlapped each other.

"Bang!"

With a blast, the tall and burly figure was knocked away like a baseball.

"Boom~"

Two human-shaped portals appeared directly in the Chengtoujiao Tower, which once hidden many spies from various families.

The long sword that caused this scene still remained unmoved in the air, as if it was carved by blue gems.

That is, there is no backward movement due to reaction force, nor does it win and it swings forward inertia.

"Roar!" "The third soul skill! The White Tiger King transformation!" "The sixth soul skill! The White Tiger Dark Demon Destroy!"

Under the broken stone wall of the horn tower, golden and black light flashed across. Amid the roar, a dark cone-shaped energy sting that seemed to be able to swallow light appeared in an instant, spanning nearly twenty meters away, and in a high-speed rotating spiral form about a foot in front of the clone Li Qinglian.

Outside the corner tower, Dai Junlin, who followed the attack of "White Tiger Dark Demon Demon", gasped and looked at the desperate bet that condensed most of his soul power in his body. This is not only the soul skill with the strongest attack power he is now, but also the last blow he can make at this time.

However, reality is cruel. Before Dai Junlin's mouth could rise, a "ding!" sound made him feel desperate.

I saw Qinglian, the sword energy that was originally shrouded in the clone, Li Qinglian, arrived first, and condensed into a blue crystal lotus about the size of a foot, blooming in front of Li Qinglian's chest at a speed that no one could imagine.

"Hiss!"*n

Looking at the green lotus that seemed to be in full bloom here, but was just seen at this time, the air around it suddenly heated up a lot.

"Too small!"

The faint voice seemed abrupt in the sound of inhaling: "If this is your strongest power, then it would be too boring..."

"What..." Dai Junlin, who was still rushing forward, looked muffled and did not react for a while.

However, Li Qinglian, a clone who no longer wants to act too much, chose to go to the current scene twice as fast as possible.

"Swish!"

The long sword in the palm slashed in the air, and a blue crescent moon with an extremely sharp blade light shot towards Dai Junlin at a speed that was not weaker than the "White Tiger Dark Demon Destroy" just now.

"Sher~"

The sound of cigarette butts being pressed into a water-filled ashtray appeared.

The man in black robe who also appeared in the field in an instant raised his hand to catch the clone. Li Qinglian made a random slash, but it was comparable to the ordinary soul-type king's full-strength attack. Then, at the moment when the cuff was cut by the blade light, he grabbed it with force, crushed it, and burst into strands of sword energy.

The cuffs that wanted to hide the blue veins that were bulging due to force on the back of the hand completely turned into pieces of black butterflies flying.

"Okay!" Under the black-robed man's hood, a cold tone came out: "It's really worthy of being the 'Immortal Sword' Li Qinglian, a famous mainlander! Hehehe~ I wonder if the blood of the genius will be more gorgeous than those wastes?"

"Tsk!" The clone Li Qinglian curled her lips when she heard this and said with some disdain: "So, your competition mechanism may be good, but now it is perverted..."

Watching the twists and turns in the venue, the wonderful audience: "..."

The spies from various forces on the mainland naturally know what the competition mechanism mentioned by Li Qinglian said.

But because of this model, people have developed their overall power to the point where they are now second in Douluo Continent, which is not something that you, a young man, can argue with.

"Rareless!" Sure enough, the onlookers heard a response from the man in black robe: "You..."

"Boom!" The loud noise not far away covered the words of the man in black, and indirectly saved the other party's next face.

Time goes back a little by half a minute.

When Dai Junlin emitted the highest light attack of his day, it was on the wall about forty or fifty meters away from the battlefield where he and his clone Li Qinglian were.

Because they were unable to defeat the younger generations who had lowered their two levels, the two old men who had been fighting together for almost fifty years, decided on the next step just by just a look of their eyes.

Like the clone Li Qinglian, Li Feiyu and Lu Sheng, who were somewhat impatient, just watched the two old men with excellent combat experience move back to backwards without realizing it.

Then, the old man who was agile attack system retreated rapidly and in the blink of an eye, he fitted the back of the burly attack system.

The next moment, "Two-player fusion skills! Netherworld White Tiger Wave!"

"roar!!!"

A giant white tiger head with a black "king" forehead pattern appeared, covering the two old men. And under the control of the burly old man who was leading the attack, he let out a loud roar towards his clone Lu Sheng.

The air visible to the naked eye was twisted and fluctuated, covering the sky like a tsunami and slapped towards the clone Lu Sheng.

"Ah~Mi~Du~Buddha!"

With the emergence of a peaceful Buddha's name that came into the depths of the human heart, a golden figure blocked the clone Lu Sheng. Under the artistic conception of being as motionless as a mountain, everyone who saw it came up with a thought from the bottom of their hearts: It is easy to shake the mountain, but it is difficult to shake this golden body!

Sure enough! After a loud bang, the stone powder in the sky floated, and it could not stop the light of the golden figure.

"This..." Still back to back, facing the burly old man on the clone Lu Sheng's side, widened his copper bell-like eyes and said in disbelief: "This is impossible!"

At the same time, the man in black robe who was covered up with a rebuke also turned to look here.

After seeing the giant tiger head clearly in black and white and the safe and sound golden figure, he blurted out: "How is that possible!?"

"This secret attack is at least a peak Conra attack! How..."

Speaking of this, it seemed as if I was thinking of something. A few words popped out under the black-robed man's hood with ugly expression: "Feng~半~半~半!?"

"title?!"

"Really...?"

"New...Titled Douluo?!"

"really!"

"...you... are right! They are indeed prepared!"

"But...I fuck...think...will you be fine if you can come to Conra at most?"

"Madou! Who would have thought that apart from the 'Haotian Douluo' that disappeared in the past two years, a new titled Douluo appeared here!!!"

Not to mention the various shocks of the melon-eating people outside the venue, the man in the black robe in the venue was now feeling a little bit of gratitude:

"Luckily I'm here this time, otherwise..."

He looked at Dai Junlin who was already restless behind him, and then looked at the two old men not far away whose giant tiger head was unsure of his body, and at most one blow was left.

"Hmph!" The man in black robe raised his hand and lifted his hood, looked at Li Qinglian, a clone more than ten meters in front of him, and snorted coldly:

"Boy! I will teach you a reason today..."

"As the saying goes, a lion fights a rabbit, and you also use all your strength. Even if you are just a little soul king,..."
Chapter completed!