Chapter 27 Qianxunji VS Jian Douluo"Boom!" Qian Xunji stomped the Pope's scepter in his hand on the ground, which made a crisp sound under the influence of soul power, and the whole audience fell silent. "Everyone, in the past, the re-election conferences of the seven major sects were all battles between family sects, and my Wuhun Hall did not participate. This time, I want to add something?" "I wonder what His Holiness the Pope would like to add?" Tang Zhen stood up and asked. Just now, Qian Xunji used his soul power to exert the Pope's scepter and spread it throughout the venue. He had already felt the huge soul power in Qian Xunji's body. It was definitely possessed by a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse. Qian Xunji had already broken through to the Titled Douluo level! The Haotian Sect is a group of people who like to bully the weak and fear the strong, flatter the superiors and look down on the subordinates. When faced with powerful forces that they have offended, they are prone to persecution mania. When Tang Chen was around, in their eyes, God was the boss, earth was second, and everything else was shit, including the Spirit Hall. As soon as Tang Chen left, they immediately huddled together in front of the Spirit Hall, not wanting to provoke them at all, fearing that the Spirit Hall would find an excuse to deal with them. Therefore, Tang Zhen felt that Qian Xunji's new addition was aimed at their Haotian Sect. If Qian Xunji knew about Tang Zhen's thoughts, he would definitely say that Tang Zhen was overthinking. He was not in the mood to waste so many brain cells on playing with Tang Zhen, who was not much different in strength from him. Did he really think he was Tang Chen? "I've added a new event called the Friendly Match. As the name suggests, it's mainly for exchange and discussion. I know that the pie of the soul master world is so small. When everyone is dividing and fighting for the pie, conflicts are inevitable. Therefore, this friendly match is to eliminate everyone's inner resentment and give everyone a chance to show themselves. All soul masters present, regardless of their cultivation, are eligible to participate."
"Friendly matches are limited to certain points. Cruel means that cause disability to others are not allowed, and killing is even more prohibited. The major clans participating in the Seven Major Sects Re-Election Conference do not need to worry about consumption. The Spirit Hall has prepared excellent healing soul masters to treat your injuries and restore your soul power." After saying this, Qianxunji put away the Pope's scepter, jumped down from the platform, came to the competition field, and put his hands behind his back. "call--" There were bursts of exclamations from the whole audience. His Holiness the Pope came to the stadium in person, so it was impossible for him to be the referee. It could only be that His Holiness the Pope was also preparing to play a friendly match. "Friendly match, since it was I, Qianxunji, who proposed it, then naturally I should start it." Qian Xunji's eyes were downcast as he swept over the soul masters present. The soul masters who had not reached the level of Titled Douluo all lowered their heads. When his eyes looked at Yu Yuanzhen, all the muscles in Yu Yuanzhen's body swelled. As a sect leader who hated evil and was upright, he would never surrender no matter who the opponent was or how strong he was. If Qian Xunji really wanted to find him, he would naturally not be afraid of a fight. "Sect Master Ning." Ning Fengzhi stood up and bowed, "Your Holiness, you are not going to bully Fengzhi, a support-type spirit master, are you?" "Of course not." Qianxunji shook his head. "Three years ago, Senior Chen Jianjun, the last generation of Sword Douluo, challenged my father and was defeated. Although Senior Chen Jianjun's cultivation was far inferior to my father's, my father still regarded this battle as the best sword duel on the continent." "At that time, I was in seclusion for training and had no chance to see this wonderful battle. Senior Chen Jianjun was also seriously injured and died afterwards. So, could you let your sect's Sword Douluo fight with me to fulfill my wish? Of course, if Sword Douluo has any grievances, I, Qianxunji, will also take it on." When Tang Zhen heard this, he felt relieved. It seemed that they were not looking for him. "Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi looked at Jian Douluo, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. At Qianxunji's current age, how could he have broken through to the Title Douluo level so quickly? Jian Douluo's expression did not change. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and jumped down from the audience seats. "Pope, regarding my father's death, I do not have any hatred towards the Spirit Hall, because this is the path my father chose, and Chen Xin naturally respects it." "If the Pope really wants to fight the Seven Killing Swords, then Chen Xin will accompany him!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xin's aura rose, and he looked like a sharp sword. "it is good!" Qianxunji's target in this friendly match was actually Chen Xin, and all the other words were just for show. He waved his hand, and the twelve cardinals around the competition field left from the entrance one after another. It was okay for Soul Douluo to fight, but they really couldn't withstand the fluctuations of soul power when Titled Douluo fought. boom! Chen Xin's white hair suddenly glowed with silver light, and a deep vortex suddenly appeared in front of him. Endless sword energy burst out from the vortex, and the airflow around it became extremely powerful, as if the air was cut into pieces by this terrifying sword energy. A two-meter-long, half-foot-wide ancient giant sword was inserted in front of him, with nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, surrounding it. "This sword is called Seven Kills!"
Qian Xunji's eyes suddenly lit up with golden light, and the hair on his back also lit up one by one. Three pairs of wings grew out from his back, and nine soul rings appeared, two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. A huge six-winged angel appeared behind him, and the six-winged angel was shining with infinite golden light, and the golden feathers on the six golden wings kept falling. "One hundred thousand year soul ring!" When the ninth soul ring, the scarlet soul ring, appeared, the whole place was boiling with excitement. A hundred thousand year soul ring was the most precious treasure in the soul master world. Even if twenty Titled Douluo were born in the soul master world, not all of them would have a hundred thousand year soul ring. Because hunting a hundred thousand year soul beast requires a huge price, and we also have to prevent the hundred thousand year soul beast from committing suicide, leaving both its soul ring and soul bone empty. It can only be said that it is worthy of the Spirit Hall to be able to hunt a hundred thousand year soul beast. The people from Haotian Sect looked at the hundred thousand year spirit ring on Qian Xunji's body with their eyes wide open, with red circles around them. In the entire history of their Tang family, only the old Sect Master Tang Chen had a hundred thousand year spirit ring, not even Qian Daoliu had one. Tang Hao stared at the scarlet hundred thousand year soul ring with extremely terrifying energy, and secretly swore that as the next generation of Haotian Douluo of Haotian Sect, he must obtain the ninth soul ring of one hundred thousand years, so as not to disgrace the name of his grandfather Haotian Douluo and suppress the Spirit Hall. Jian Douluo was also extremely surprised when he saw Qian Xunji's 100,000-year spirit ring. "I didn't expect that the Pope has really broken through to the Titled Douluo level and has a 100,000-year spirit ring. The Pope's talent should be the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent so far." Qian Xunji's face twitched unconsciously, and he didn't reply. The youngest Titled Douluo? If he hadn't taken on the responsibility of not taking care of the affairs of the Pope's Palace, he would have to wait until he was fifty to break through to become a Titled Douluo. Now this result is just mediocre in the Angel Family. The only thing he can show off is probably that his ninth soul ring is one hundred thousand years old. The fifth soul ring under Qianxunji's feet lit up, and the sacred sword fell into his hands. "Sword Douluo, come on, let me, Qianxunji, learn the Seven Killing Swordsmanship that is famous in the continent." (End of this chapter)