Douluo Dalu - First Slash

A golden divine sword descended from the heavens. The sword was about one meter long, and its surface was engraved with mysterious runes.

It was surrounded by the True Fire, burning fiercely. It emitted terrifying heat and energy, causing the void to distort gradually.

This was the Angelic Holy Sword, the exclusive divine weapon of the Angel God. It could draw upon the power of the True Sun Fire.

Seeing this divine sword, Fang Xuan's face immediately turned gloomy. Only those who had completed the seven god-tier tests could control the Angelic Holy Sword. Now that Qian Renxue had summoned the Angelic Holy Sword, she had entered the final stage of her god-tier test.

The current Qian Renxue was unbeatable with the power of a demigod and the Angelic Holy Sword. Fang Xuan's face turned pale.

He couldn't help but feel despair. Feeling the terrifying pressure, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was as if he couldn't withstand Qian Renxue's tyrannical aura and was about to collapse.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red! Nine dazzling halos rose from Qian Renxue's feet. She was wearing the silver Angelic Sacred Armor and holding the golden Angelic Sacred Sword. A terrifying aura was released from her body as if it would tear the heavens and earth apart.

"Farewell, Fang Xuan!"

Qian Renxue's phoenix eyes were cold. Her delicate body flickered with golden light like the sun. Her slender waist swayed, and her figure drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

The Angelic Holy Sword danced and slashed out a three-hundred-meter-long river of sword aura. It was mighty and cleansed the void as it rushed towards Fang Xuan.

"Break!"

Fang Xuan shouted. He was fearless. His black and white swords danced wildly, and the Slaughter Sword Aura was pushed to the limit. The blood-red Sword Aura released was like a blooming rose, spiraling in spirals.

The Sword Qi River, released by Qian Renxue, was too mighty. It covered the sky and covered the sun. It swept across the sky and covered the entire sky. Fang Xuan could not dodge it and could only resist it with all his might.

The Bluesilver Domain, the Flame Domain, the Frost Domain, the Electromagnetic Domain, and the Gravity Domain are stacked together to form a five-colored pagoda. It attempted to block Qian Renxue's attack but was instantly destroyed.

Fang Xuan's expression turned grave as he looked at the incoming silver-white Sword Qi. He could feel the aura of death surging towards him.

With a roar, his black robes fluttered in the wind as he entered the realm of Unity of Sword and Spirit. His battle prowess skyrocketed, instantly reaching the peak. Then, he viciously clashed with the river of Sword Qi.

"Rumble!"

A giant pitch-black mushroom cloud rose in the sky. A thunderous sound shook the heavens and the earth, spreading in all directions.

It caused the surrounding mountain rocks to shatter, ancient trees to break, and the entire land to tremble wildly.

The commotion caused by the battle between Fang Xuan and Qian Renxue was too big. Everyone within a hundred-mile radius felt this terrifying pressure.

Hundreds of beasts prostrated themselves on the ground and shivered. Everyone hid in their rooms fearfully and looked at the mushroom cloud in the distant sky. One after another, they revealed an alarmed expression.

"What is that … a big explosion?!"

"Titled Douluos. This must be a battle between titled douluos!"

"Oh my god, are we all going to die?!"

People cried out in grief, thinking that the end was coming.

…

In the sky!

After the collision with Qian Renxue, Fang Xuan was severely wounded by the river of sword auras. He felt as if a hundred thousand sharp swords had pierced him. His flesh was torn, his bones were broken, and his blood was gushing out.

Like a falling meteorite, he fell from the sky at a high speed and smashed into the ground. No one could tell if he was dead or alive.

That was the power of a God. No one could rival him. Qian Renxue was only a Demigod, but he was not someone Fang Xuan could handle.

"Hiss … that hurts!"

Fang Xuan felt dizzy. He felt pain coming from all over his body, as if countless blades were cutting him. He couldn't help but scream in agony.

He pushed himself up with his hands and struggled to stand up. He was bleeding all over and was still coughing up blood. The sword aura had knocked even the two swords in his hands. He didn't even know where they had fallen.

Fang Xuan stubbornly raised his head and gazed at the elegant and indifferent woman in the sky. He was wounded, but there wasn't a trace of fear on his face. He clenched his fists, still eager to fight, unwilling to give in.

"What? You're not dead yet? Hehe, you've lost your weapon. You're only left with one breath. You're just fighting like a cornered beast."

Qian Renxue stroked his soft blonde hair and looked down at Fang Xuan, dripping with blood on the ground. She said indifferently, "Fang Xuan, don't struggle anymore. Die in peace. It will be your greatest honor to die under my Angelic Holy Sword!"

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Fang Xuan snorted. His black hair was stained with blood, and his body was covered in wounds. He was still as stubborn as a rock.

He opened his right hand, and two red and green potions appeared. They were the Killing Liquid, which could increase one's strength, and the Spirit Gathering Liquid, which could restore one's soul power.

He had accumulated many points of experience from the battle of Tianshui City. He had enough chances to draw his sword, so he purchased a lot of potions and stored them in the system space in case he needed them.

These two potions quickly appeared in front of him. It was as if there was a burning flame in his body.

Not only did his injuries and soul power recover instantly, but his aura also rose rapidly. It suddenly increased by ten times and was incomparably violent!

"Oh? Potions to increase your strength? But so what? You don't even have a sword; what can you do to me?"

Seeing this scene, Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes, but her beautiful face was still as calm as an ancient well. It was as if nothing in this world could move her.

"If it's a sword, I still have one …"

At this moment, Fang Xuan's lips curled into a dangerous arc. His right hand grabbed the air, and a scarlet sword was tightly gripped. When this sword appeared, ghostly wails and wolf howls rippled out.

A cold wind blew, and an evil aura surged. The entire world seemed to have turned into hell. Evil spirits howled, wild beasts roared, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The Angelic Sacred Sword trembled slightly as if it felt a threat. It let out a majestic sword hum as if it was declaring war on this evil demon sword.

"That sword is Luo Xuanchen's divine weapon, the sword that killed my grandfather …"

Looking at the blood-red demon sword, Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly. This was the first time she was moved.

This was the main culprit that caused her grandfather's death. How could she not remember it?

"That's right, this sword is the one that killed your grandfather. Today, it will also be the sword that will kill you!"

Fang Xuan's blood-stained black hair danced in the wind. His tattered black robe fluttered in the wind. A determined look appeared in his black eyes as if he had finally decided.

He raised the demon sword with both hands and said, "Red Rain, drink my blood and give me the power to sever gods!"

He knew that with his strength, he was not Qian Renxue's opponent. Therefore, he could only rely on the demon's sword and fight to the death.

At this moment, he had already given up on survival. He only wanted to sacrifice his life to the demon sword and die with Qian Renxue.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The demon sword seemed to have a spirit. It seemed to have heard Fang Xuan's request. Countless octopus-like tentacles grew from the blade and stabbed into Fang Xuan's blood vessels: gulp, gulp, gulp. A large amount of Fang Xuan's blood and Soul Power was devoured.

Pain! Coldness! Emptiness!

Fang Xuan's face was pale. He could feel his life force rapidly depleting. However, as his aura weakened, the demon sword's aura became stronger and stronger … stronger and stronger …

Ultimately, it even caused Qian Renxue's expression to change slightly!

Fang Xuan used his last breath and sacrificed his life to maximize the power of the demon sword. Demonic aura surged and countless corpses of deities appeared around him. Beneath his feet were gods and demons.

These were all peerless experts who had died under the demon sword!

Even Qian Renxue's expression changed when he saw so many corpses of deities. She felt an indescribable threat from Fang Xuan.

"Kill!"

Fang Xuan shouted and waved the evil demon blade in his hand. Then, he turned into a blood-red lightning bolt and charged in a frenzy.

"What can a mere ant do to me?!"

Qian Renxue's golden hair danced in the wind. Her phoenix eyes were cold. God-tier power erupted like a volcano. She waved the Angelic Holy Sword and aggressively attacked Fang Xuan.

"Boom!"

The heavens shook, and the earth shook. Mountains collapsed. A terrifying storm of Soul Power swept out in all directions.

Ultimately, Fang Xuan used the demon sword to pierce Qian Renxue's abdomen. Qian Renxue used the Angelic Holy Sword to pierce Fang Xuan's chest.

Both of them spat out blood. Their faces were pale, and they were severely injured. Even their consciousness was blurred. Their life force was quickly fading away.

Each other's Divine Weapons injured both of them. They suffered a destructive blow and fell from the sky into a nameless abyss. No one knew if they were dead or alive …