Douluo's first sword

Time flies by and the day of judgment finally arrives

The final execution of Fang Xuan finally begins today

attract worldwide attention

The location of trial and execution is at the Pope's Palace in the center of Wuhun City.

In this month, the Papal Palace was finally repaired, and it was even more magnificent, majestic, and resplendent than before. It can be called the most majestic palace in the world.

At noon, the sun shines high, and the bright sunshine shines on this majestic papal palace. The golden light complements the magnificent hall, blooming with a dazzling and gorgeous light.

A thousand palace-protecting knights, wearing golden armor and holding war spears, guarded the surroundings of the Pope's Palace like gods of war. They were ready. Any enemy who dared to break into the Pope's Palace would be killed by the knights at the first opportunity.

These palace guard knights are all elite soul masters, all of whom have cultivation levels above the soul sect. With such a powerful force here, even if the soul masters from the two empires combined, they would not dare to move rashly.

In addition, there are more than fifty Soul Saint-level cardinals, six titled Douluo, and Pope Bibi Dong sitting at the execution site.

Wuhun Palace has deployed almost all its strength to guard the surroundings of the Pope Palace. Such a powerful army is enough to sweep across the entire Douluo Continent. Now it is guarding the trial site. No one dares to act rashly today.

What was once the venue for the Soul Master Competition has now been transformed into a public execution venue. The surrounding auditorium is already crowded and noisy.

In order to demonstrate its sacred and inviolable majesty, Wuhundian seemed to intend to publicly execute Fang Xuan in front of the public.

This is a punishment for Fang Xuan's unforgivable crime of destroying the Pope's Palace.

In front of the Papal Palace, on the square

The public trial finally began, and Fang Xuan was led by two palace knights onto a huge stone platform in the center of the square, which was once the competition arena and is now the execution platform.

"Look, that's Fang Xuan. I heard that he made a big fuss in the Pope's Palace by himself, killing seven or eight cardinals and hundreds of knights protecting the palace, causing a huge disaster."

"I didn't expect that the overall champion of the Soul Master Competition would become a prisoner. It's pitiful."

"Tsk, tsk, the peerless genius who attracted everyone's attention back then is now escorting a death row prisoner to the execution ground. Who could have expected this situation?"

Looking at the figure on the execution platform, covered with bruises and in a miserable state, everyone sighed and felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

"Now the public trial of Fang Xuan will begin."

The host of this public trial, a cardinal, announced loudly.

"death penalty"

"death penalty"

"death penalty"

Starting from the cardinal on the left, the platinum bishop on the right, and finally Pope Bibi Dong sitting high on the throne, they all said in unison: "Death penalty."

In fact, there is no need for a trial at all. Even if Fang Xuan did not poison Xie Yue and others, he destroyed the Pope's Palace and killed hundreds of Wuhun Palace experts. These few major crimes were enough to kill Fang Xuan. Xuan dozens of times

Therefore, at the beginning of the public trial, all members of Wuhun Palace unanimously announced Fang Xuan’s death sentence.

No one has any objection

No one dares to object

After going through the hypocritical process, Pope Bibi Dong tilted his head, glanced indifferently at Fang Xuan on the execution platform, and said coldly: "Then let's start the execution."

After hearing the order, on the execution platform, the black-clothed deacon of Wuhun Palace who was responsible for executing Fang Xuan began to act.

This black-clothed deacon has a soul king-level cultivation, and is surrounded by five brilliant soul rings. His martial soul is a five-foot-long machete with a sharp edge.

"kill"

He aimed at Fang Xuan's head, raised the machete high, and used the maximum power to slash at Fang Xuan's head crazily, preparing to chop him in half.

Feeling the sharp machete approaching quickly, Fang Xuan's pupils were dull, and a trace of sadness appeared on his numb face. It seemed that he was really going to stop here.

"Fang Xuan"

Hu Liena stood on the side of the Pope's Palace, staring blankly at Fang Xuan, who was about to die, with mixed emotions. A hint of unbearability appeared on her delicate and pretty face, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"Hahahaha, this little bastard is finally going to die. It's a pity that I want to torture him for two more days."

Salas sneered again and again, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and he glanced contemptuously at the miserable figure covered in blood on the execution platform with a mocking gaze.

"Fang Xuan, it's over. God can't save you even if he comes."

Pope Bibi Dong sat high on the throne, staring coldly at Fang Xuan in the distance, his eyes filled with coldness.

The surrounding Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo and many other titled elders, as well as the cardinals, also had cold faces, showing no emotion when facing the dying Fang Xuan.

"Alas, a generation of talented people has fallen."

The crowd was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Die, Fang Xuan"

On the execution platform, the black-clothed deacon laughed ferociously, exerted all his strength, ripped the air with the sharp machete, and struck Fang Xuan's head hard.

"Hahahahahaha"

The black-clothed deacon laughed wildly, as if he felt the pleasure of killing a genius with his own hands. However, he hadn't laughed for long when he suddenly paused and did not feel the pleasure of chopping someone upright with one knife.

what happened

With doubtful eyes, the black-clothed deacon looked up and found that his martial arts machete was breaking inch by inch.

Together with his body, it twisted and deformed, and finally exploded in an instant, turning into a ball of blood mist that shot out in all directions.

"Who"

Pope Bibi Dong shot two bolts of lightning from his eyes, and suddenly stood up from the throne. His cold eyes scanned the surroundings coldly, becoming highly vigilant.

"What's going on? Why is that black-clad deacon dead?"

Everyone was stunned and had no idea what was happening.

The death of this black-clad deacon was so strange that many people didn't notice anyone taking action, and he exploded to death inexplicably.

"Ahhh"

Suddenly, screams sounded from the east.

I saw the knights guarding the east of the Papal Palace suddenly burst into pieces. Blood and broken bones were scattered on the ground. The smell of blood quickly ignited the smell of gunpowder in the square.

"over there"

Pope Bibi Dong and many elders of the Wuhun Palace looked towards the east quickly with murderous intent gushing from their bodies.

At the end of the road, a slender figure gradually approached.

Dressed in white clothes, with white hair, handsome features, fair skin, and bright eyes as deep as the stars, this is a man who is as beautiful as an immortal.

The vessel is majestic and otherworldly

This man is so extraordinary. No matter in appearance or temperament, he is the best among men. The moment the white-haired man appeared, he seemed to be the only one in this world, instantly attracting the attention of the whole audience.

However, contrary to that aura of righteousness, the white-haired man was holding a bloody long sword that looked like it was made of blood. There were gusts of wind, ghosts crying and wolves howling, like a Shura blade pulled out from hell, and the evil atmosphere filled the air. The whole audience was frightened by countless people.

He didn't draw his sword, but with every step he took, large swaths of the temple guardian knights were torn to pieces by the world-dominating sword energy, with blood flowing freely and their bodies shattered into pieces.

This horrific scene shocked the entire audience

"Okay, okay, it's you, it's really you. I didn't expect you to really dare to come."

Pope Bibi Dong looked at the white-haired man approaching, a look of ecstasy on his majestic face, as if he had seen his long-cherished prey.

However, the white-haired man didn't even look at Pope Bibi Dong, directly ignoring the latter like an insignificant ant.

Looking deeply at the rear of the Pope's Palace, the most mysterious and powerful worship hall in the Wuhun Palace

A voice that dominates the world suddenly sounded:

"Qian Daoliu, come out and fight."