Li Xintongtian of Douluo

I have already thought of the picture: Li Xin closed his eyes and shouted: One thought can reach the sky, and gods and demons have no fear. With his hand holding the sword upright in front of his eyes, the sky was covered with dense golden clouds. Suddenly, a pillar of golden light shot straight into the sky from the clouds towards Li Xin. Accompanied by the sacred secret sound, golden light shot 4 times, and Li Xin in the god form said domineeringly: The gods and demons retreat! In the opposite demonic form, let's soar to the sky with purple light! Hahahaha! Isn't it a bit of a middle school thing?

Last time, someone published a novel, which was often interrupted. At night, someone read more than 50 cuts. After cutting, they sprinkled salt, chili oil, and chili noodles. Sew it on and then pick it apart again, and repeat the cycle There is another person. I was walking outside that day, and I found that a person was beaten by a group of people. While beating them, they said, "I will make you a eunuch, I will make you cut off updates, I will make you not update, and I will beat you next time if there is less." I don't mean anything else, I just want to remind you😌

Li Xin's sword is right? I took a look.

Have a look

When changing form, you can recite a mantra: One thought reaches the sky, and gods and demons have no fear. It's a must for showing off! Ha ha ha ha!

With one thought reaching the heavens, there is no fear of gods and demons! If you are in a desperate situation, you will not experience life and death in the ten directions! Thunder and lightning gather and disperse! I am the night! I am the sun! Defeat the impermanence of fate! The light of the sword opens in the sky, and the blood is pouring. My clan is born. How can I abandon the heaven and the earth and be unkind? The road has no light. My heart is in the sky and the earth. The sun and the moon shine together with me and my sword. My heart is like ice, and the sword is like frost. This is the destiny of the sword. It is time to judge. Gods apologize! This sword should be used to kill and behead the demons! Countless times on the scorched earth of the human world, I have prayed for the sun. I have also been on the scorched earth of the human world, imagining that the sun's light begins with the pioneers who have practiced hundreds of times. When I ask where to find it, the God of light, the power to redeem this world, has fallen. Now the light leads me to shine through the suffering world. This is the battlefield commanded by me! This is the battlefield that makes me forget about the wildness! Let it fall, let it sink, and lead it back to its thousand-year prosperity. I will not let the city of Chang'an forget the origin of the ancient times. The gaze of the past guides tomorrow's life and death. A marquis is not a marquis, a king is not a king, and thousands of horses are riding around Beimang. This is the best of times, this is the worst of times. We have nothing, and we stand tall. Ignorance, uselessness, incompetence, brainlessness, and boredom all add up. It's the unmanned team on the opposite side blowing the falling plum blossoms on the Qiang flute, making people unable to distinguish between a foreign land and their hometown. Between the Great Wall and Chang'an, there is endless wandering. Above the Great Wall is a starry sky of hundreds of billions, and above the starry sky is an immortal watch. A double-sided blade, hurting others and hurting one's own flesh and blood, burning once is enough. Loneliness is the sharp edge of both edges. Others are hell, and they can no longer trust others. It is the hell of reincarnation. I swing my sword just because I don't want to die! Death is the prerequisite for becoming a hero. I am afraid it requires nine times the destructive power to realize the only persistence. Before failure, the opponent will not have time to think too much. I hate to see them leave me because they are comrades. The boy who slayed the demon eventually became a demon. The last demon who survived became the savior. The sword with the broken edge is still deadly. The rusty shield still stands as strong as ever. The hand that can lift the heavy sword blade cannot hold the flying and falling flowers. Only the bonfire burning on the Great Wall makes me put aside my ambition and long to be close to the bonfire, but I am also afraid of being burned by the warmth. I don't know whether the reincarnated souls know better. Death is easy to open a frontier, but difficult to defend a land. The oath to protect must be fulfilled with faith. I hold the edge of the sword to build the Great Wall. I wield the sword in desperation. Wearing the armor of the dead is stronger than any opponent. It is the blood-drinking blade of life against the great troubles. The army becomes more and more empty, and the soldiers have no courage. If you use rule, you will win; if you use chaos, you will lose. An army can last a thousand days without being used, but cannot be left unprepared for a day. If your words change frequently, you will not believe them; if your orders change frequently, you will find it difficult to follow them. If a few people work together, the battle will be won and the defense will be strong. Although the soldiers defeated the enemy, they killed indiscriminately and killed those who were generals. They forgot their homes when they were ordered to do so, and they forgot their own bodies when facing the enemy. A scholar would be honored to advance to death, and to retreat from life would be a disgrace. Generals who advance when they hear the sound of drums and retreat when they hear the sound of gold, how dare they enter our formation? Fight instead of defend, use attack to relieve the siege. Waiting for work with ease, braking with stillness. The method of forming a formation lies in the way of dividing and combining troops, and in using the formation to protect the country and the people, and to carry out great tasks.

There's been a lot going on lately, I'm sorry, I'll update it normally in the future

It's good. I hope there won't be a harem. It's best not to have a heroine. As long as there's no prison, I'll continue to pursue her.

Author, what time period are you writing about, Dou Yi?

Does anyone know the author's address? I plan to treat him to a meal and chat about updates.

The twin martial souls are upgraded together, okay? According to the author, the twin martial souls have different levels, and low-level martial souls have to be rebuilt. So aren't the twin martial souls a burden? It took one martial soul twenty or thirty years to cultivate to the level of Titled Douluo, and it would take another twenty or thirty years to cultivate another martial soul to the level of Titled Douluo. Isn't this unhealthy? It's better to have only one martial spirit.

The beginning is pretty good, don't be a eunuch!

The author should be faster, the votes have been given

I am the night

The author will update it soon 😭😭😭😭