The scarlet light quietly bloomed from Bibidong's ninth soul ring, covering all the delicate body, and the body, which was broken from the waist, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye!

"Is that the immortal body..."

Looking at this perverted recovery, Fang Xuan's bloody cheeks showed a touch of solemnity.

Bibidong's ninth soul skill - Immortal Body. This soul skill originated from the Death Spider King of the 100,000-year soul beast. It is an extremely powerful healing soul skill. Even if the body is beaten to pieces, it can be restored to its original state in an instant, and can be called an immortal body.

Although this soul skill cannot make Bibidong invincible at the god level, it can make her immortal at the god level!

Unless a god-level strongman, he will never be able to kill Bibidong in this state.

Enduring the severe pain through his chest, Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. A milky white divine light appeared all over his body, and he quickly used Jiuxin Begonia to treat the wound.

Fang Xuan and Bibi Dong both have soul healing skills. Whether it is Jiuxin Haitang or Immortal Body, their healing ability is very abnormal. Therefore, he does not have any advantage in battery life. On the contrary, due to the level gap, the longer the war is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be to him.

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan raised his stubborn face and looked at Bibidong a hundred meters away. A flash of crazy and crazy body flashed across his eyes. On the slender body, the six soul rings shone brightly, and a terrifying aura that was comparable to the title level was bursting out like a rolling wind.

"roar--"

A long roar, the earth was shaking, the void was twisted, Fang Xuan's whole body was bathed in the divine light of the angel, and the long sword ignited a cluster of red flames. His majestic body cut through the sky, like a meteor hitting Bibidong.

Wherever he passed, the earth collapsed and the angry clouds rolled back. He used the six-winged angel martial soul, and the purest and pure power of light to deal with the evil and dark Bibidong!

"boom--"

Bibidong held a pitch-black spear in his hand and immediately swung his sword. He was heroic and handsome. Nine soul rings appeared and appeared on his body, like an invincible female war god, majestic and powerful!

The power of the titled Douluo-level was bursting out at this moment. Her whole body was burning with a rolling magic flame, and a cold and evil aura filled her, like millions of evil ghosts roaring in her ears, making countless people look disgusted!

"kill!"

The two yelled together and fought together!

The long sword collided with the spear, and the earth collapsed in vain, and murderous aura swept across Liuhe. This battle was so amazing, it was comparable to the life-and-death battle between two major titles. Strands of peerless murderous intent leaked, destroying the ring, smashing the walls, and even large areas of the surface were lifted up.

With the blessing of the six martial souls true bodies and the powerful soul power of the 100,000-year soul ring, Fang Xuan reached the peak and already had the power to fight against the titled Douluo. He fought with Bibidong for hundreds of rounds without losing his advantage!

"This Fang Xuan is really against the will of heaven..."

A young man who was only seventeen years old now had a battle with the title-level pope and was indistinguishable. Everyone was amazed, as if they had witnessed the birth of a miracle with their own eyes!

"That's... Fang Xuan?!"

Looking at Fang Xuan who was fighting against the Pope in the sky, Tang San's face was dull and there was a bitterness on the corner of his mouth. Not long ago, he had competed with Fang Xuan on the ring, and the battle was comparable.

Now, Fang Xuan has repeatedly exposed his trump cards, and his strength has instantly improved to the title-tag level. He fought against the strongest pope on this continent. Tang San was deeply moved. Before he knew it, he had been thrown behind him by Fang Xuan and there was no hope of catching up.

"This guy is so perverted!"

Around the square, Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, Feng Xiaotian and young geniuses from major academies were all in a complicated mood. In front of the demonic Fang Xuan, they were strongly used as green leaves and could only become foils.

"It's amazing. His Majesty the Pope has used all his strength. That little ghost can still hold on. It's incredible." Ju Douluo was a little confused.

The other major titled Douluo and the Cardinal of the Wuhun Hall were all shocked and could not believe the scene they saw.

"No matter what, I must find a way to bring Fang Xuanping'an out of the Wuhun City..."

Ning Fengzhi was excited. Fang Xuan's performance was really amazing now. However, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had the ability to be a title-level title. If he had been in ten or twenty years, he would not have predicted how powerful Fang Xuan would reach.

The thoughts in his mind quickly turned, strengthening his belief in rescuing Fang Xuan, even if he devoted all the power of the Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect and the Heavenly Dou Empire, he would do whatever he wanted.

However, hope is still slim.

After all, this is a martial soul city!

...

Above the sky!

Fang Xuan and Bibidong were fighting wildly, and blood and broken limbs kept falling from the air.

"Hahahaha, the Pope of the Spirit Hall is just like that!"

With a heroic laugh, Fang Xuan danced with black hair, the shadowless knife tore through the void, the first knife cut off Bibidong's spider spear, the second knife broke Bibidong's true body of martial soul, and the third knife slashed her entire body, splashing blood and splattering bones!

"Little beast, don't be too arrogant!"

Bibi Dong was furious, and his immortal body was activated and his body quickly recovered. She roared angrily, smashing Fang Xuan's left arm with a punch, and a spear penetrated Fang Xuan's chest. The spear swung, and he flew away!

Both of them have healing skills, which can be reborn with broken limbs and recast physical bodies, which is immortal, so they have been stalemate and the battle is hard to tell.

This kind of battle scene is extremely terrifying, like a wild beast fighting, primitive and bloody. When the two of them are crazy, they will bring out a splash of blood with one sword and one spear. Occasionally, bones and internal organs will splatter. The scene is extremely horrifying!

"You can fight me for so long, even if you die, you will be proud!"

Bibidong's eyes were cold and he glanced indifferently at the dying and embarrassed figure not far away. A contemptuous arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So Fang Xuan, you should just surrender. You are already at the end of your strength. If you have enough oil and dry up, you will have no meaning if you struggle."

Fang Xuan was silent!

That's right, as Bibidong said, he is really exhausted now and can't squeeze out the slightest soul power. After all, he is not a titled Douluo. After fighting with Bibidong for so long, his soul power has finally been insufficient and he may die at any time.

In order to gain the strength to fight with Bibi Dong, Fang Xuan has always maintained a state of unity of human swords, burning all his strength, and forcibly elevating his combat power to the peak.

However, it has been maintained at this peak state, which is too serious to consume the killing sword energy and soul power.

After fighting Bibidong for 300 rounds, Fang Xuan finally lacked support and fell directly from the state of unity of human swords. His breath suddenly became weak, and he was even worse than an ordinary soul saint.

The killing sword energy was completely exhausted, the soul power was dry, and the body was exhausted... and even the body was shaking unsteadily, and almost fell from a high altitude.

At this moment, Fang Xuan was truly at the end of his journey.

However, he did not choose to sit and wait for death, but raised the shadowless knife for the last time, ready to hold on and swing the last knife!

This may be the last knife in his life...

Looking at the shaking and weak figure like straw in the wind, Bibidong hugged his jade arms and showed a sarcastic smile, saying, "Haha, you can't even stand steadily. Can you still use a knife?!"

Fang Xuan was silent, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, his face was calm, he ignored Bibi Dong's sarcasm, and focused on the last sword.

“Buzz…”

Just a knife, a very ordinary knife.

The speed is not very fast, and the strength is not very strong.

However, the moment the sword was swung out, the void was twisted in an incredible arc, the sky and the earth were reversed, and the wind and clouds were reversed!

"What's going on?!"

Bibidong's face changed, and he actually felt a crisis from that ordinary knife.

She was confused and confused. Fang Xuan had clearly exhausted all his soul power and could not even release his true body of martial soul. But for some reason, she felt a palpitation...

This knife contains a trace of artistic power!

Knife intention!

Understand the state of mind that is above the sword force.

At this moment when he was on the verge of despair, Fang Xuan finally made a breakthrough in his understanding of the sword. From the initial momentum of igniting the world, he began to contain a stronger and profound artistic power!

The ordinary sword gently swung down from the air, as calm and calm as if clouds were floating by...

"ah……"

Bibidong screamed so hard that his whole body was torn apart by a terrifying knife aura, shattered, blood flowed, and flew out in a mess, smashing heavily on the earth.
Chapter completed!