"Slay you with one knife!"

The moment this domineering words came down from the sky, it caused a commotion in the whole audience. Many people's eyelids twitched wildly. I wonder where Fang Xuan got this confidence, and he actually wanted to kill Qilin Douluo with one knife.

That is a level 97-level giant Douluo!

Hearing Fang Xuan's unrestrained words, Qilin Douluo's face turned gloomy and she smiled furiously: "Okay! OK! OK! I want to see how you killed me with one knife!"

"Haha, then wait and see!"

Fang Xuan smiled indifferently, and his eyes were filled with determination. The enemy was powerful. He knew that Shui Binger and others would not last long. If the Qilin Douluo was not solved as soon as possible, Tianshui City would be wiped out.

By then, he will be in danger!

The key to the victory or defeat of this battle is all the battle between him and Qilin Douluo. As long as he can defeat Qilin Douluo, they can turn the tables. On the contrary, if he loses, everyone in Tianshui City will die!

Knowing this truth well, Fang Xuan breathed a long sigh, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and a cry that had been suppressed for a long time gradually rang in his heart.

"Come out, demon sword Hongyu..."

The void was twisted in vain, and a blood-red demon sword appeared out of thin air. The slender blade body was scarlet, like watering blood. It was covered with ancient and profound runes, like veins spreading on the demon sword.

The moment the demon sword appeared, it seemed as if there were 100,000 evil ghosts roaring in it. In an instant, the sky was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling, accompanied by the blood-like murderous aura, sweeping across the eight wildernesses!

"That's...what?!"

A terrifying murderous aura came to his face, Qilin Douluo's heart trembled, and suddenly felt a chilling feeling. He shivered coldly and looked at the evil demon sword in horror!

Since reaching level 97, he has been invincible all over the world and has few opponents. He can almost be regarded as an invincible existence under the gods. Not to mention that he is in danger, even an opponent is rare.

But at this moment, from this evil demon sword, Qilin Douluo felt a real fear and said horrifiedly: "Art?!!"

In the world today, he can feel the power of fear, only at the god level, so this demon sword is undoubtedly a magical weapon!

Looking at the evil demon sword, Qilin Douluo showed fear for the first time in his life, and said in disbelief: "No! Impossible! How could you have a magical weapon?!"

"For this question, go to hell and ask King Yama!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and held the hilt with force. Suddenly, endless terrifying murderous aura came from the demon sword, as if he was about to tear him apart.

The sound of ghosts and wolves cried and howled suddenly became ten times stronger, and even the blade trembled violently, as if he wanted to break free from Fang Xuan's hand and refused to let him control it!

The demon sword has spirit and the magical artifact has dignity. He is unwilling to accept a mortal. Even the old madman is very troublesome to use the demon sword, let alone Fang Xuan, a small soul saint.

So, he took a huge risk when using the demon sword this time!

"ah……"

Fang Xuan roared wildly, his head was full of black hair, his body was full of killing sword energy burned, the seven martial souls were real, and his combat power soared to the peak, and he struggled to resist the murderous aura of the demon sword and suppress the resistance of the demon sword!

"How could you control this demon sword?!"

Qilin Douluo's eyes shot out two cold lights, and a sharp red flame ignited on his body. Nine soul rings shone. He directly activated the true body of the martial soul and turned into a crazy burning fire Qilin. He killed Fang Xuan with murderous aura, hoping to take the lead in killing him before he had completely controlled the demon sword.

"kill--"

At the same time, Fang Xuan's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he gritted his teeth tightly, exerting all his strength, and finally barely waved the demon sword Hongyu and slashed straight towards the Fire Kirin.

"boom!"

The demon sword tore the sky and turned into a long river of sword energy that was a hundred meters long, sweeping through the void, like a river of hell blood composed of blood, hitting the huge fire Qilin transformed by the Qilin Douluo.

"No……"

Qilin Douluo's eyes were blood red and his eyes were ripped. He clearly felt that his body was constantly decomposing and tearing. In the long river of terrible sword energy, Qilin's true body lasted for less than a second and then exploded and shattered.

Then he broke into nine scattered pieces, with blood rain splashing and meat splattering, and a generation of super Douluo, who was at level 97, fell.

One sword, just one sword kills Qilin Douluo!

The power of the magical artifact is unrivaled!

"How is that possible?!"

The whole audience was shocked.

At this moment, in Tianshui City, the disciples of the Shui family and the soul masters of the coalition forces stopped fighting at the same time. They looked at the black-haired boy holding a demon sword in the sky. Everyone showed shocked expressions and could not believe the scene they saw in front of them.

Fang Xuan only used one sword, just one sword, and killed the Qilin Douluo, who had been scattered for more than 20 years. This peerless combat power subverted everyone's imagination, so that for a long time, the originally noisy battlefield was silent and silent.

Everyone looked at Fang Xuan floating in the air with awe, as if they were seeing a god.

Above the void.

[Congratulations, killing a titled Douluo, reward: 100 million soul power, 100 million sword drawings]

"Huh, I finally won..."

Hearing the system prompt sound in his mind, Fang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the huge rock in his heart finally dropped it.

His face was pale and extremely haggard, and he appeared tired. His body began to become unstable and he was shaking in the air. He tried all his strength before he could barely wave the demon sword.

Although he killed Qilin Douluo with one sword, his own consumption was also extremely serious.

This knife almost sucked him into a mummy, his soul power was consumed, and even his blood was absorbed by the demon sword. Fang Xuan dared to conclude that if he swung the second knife, he would definitely be sucked to death by the demon sword!

It is worthy of being a demon sword. This magic weapon is really too evil. His current strength is comparable to the titled Douluo, but he still cannot control the demon sword Hongyu, so he can only barely borrow some of the power in it.

However, even if you borrow a trace of god-level power, you can easily kill the level 97 Qilin Douluo.

All the gods are ants below!

Even a trace of divine power is far beyond the limit of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Fang Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of expectation. He was extremely yearning for the legendary realm of gods? Even if it was a peak Douluo like Qian Daoliu and Luo Xuanchen, they were just half a step of gods. If they were truly a level 100 god, I wonder how powerful they would gain.

Suddenly, a fiery red light rose in front of her eyes. Fang Xuan was slightly stunned. Looking along the light source, he couldn't help but feel a hint of ecstasy on his face: "100,000-year soul bone!"

I saw a fiery red and burning flame soul bone slowly falling from the corpse of Qilin Douluo. The terrifying light released instantly illuminated the entire world.

Yes, by chance, Qilin Douluo has a soul ring worth 100,000 years, so he will naturally have a soul bone worth 100,000 years in his body.

Fang Xuan felt excited. The reward of 100 million soul power and the number of sword drawings, and also brought a 100,000-year soul bone. The benefits of killing the Qilin Douluo were too great.

With one hand, a blue silver grass flew out, entangled the falling soul bone, took it in front of him and observed it carefully, and then received it into the soul guide.

Finally, Fang Xuan slowly descended from the air to the ground, holding a demon knife in his hand and stepping on the body of Qilin Douluo. His head was covered in black hair and windlessly. He glanced at the thousands of Qilin coalition forces coldly and said in a deep voice: "Qilin Douluo is dead. Now he gives up resistance and surrender immediately. I promise to spare your lives!"

The soul masters of the coalition forces looked at each other. Even the great Douluo like Qilin Douluo was defeated by Fang Xuan's men. How dare they disobey? They lowered their heads and knelt at Fang Xuan's feet:

"We are willing to surrender!"
Chapter completed!