"Qiang!" There was no harsh roar, it was as crisp as the touch of gold and stone. Golden Crocodile Douluo's fist hit the center of the word "kill". The place where the sword energy crisscrossed was also the strongest point of the attack.
"Hiss..." The sword energy swept across, like broken glass, invisible and strangled downwards. The golden arm scales suddenly had fine white marks, spreading like a spider web, getting deeper inch by inch, and then blood filled the air.
"Pfft!" Golden Crocodile Douluo staggered and held up his chest. Two half-finger-wide blood marks were crisscrossed on his chest, neck and shoulders. The scarlet blood was dazzling, and he was seriously injured. However, the giant man looked proud, stood upright, and laughed: "As expected of Kendo Chenxin!"
"But, is this all?" The blood flowed along the golden armor, dripped on the ground, and gathered into several pools. His figure stood tall and tall, "Not enough, not enough..." He looked up, with expectation in his pupils.
Sword Douluo was moved. He understood and smiled even more: "Brother Jin Crocodile is so courageous."
"Chen has not yet completed this next move, so please give Brother Jin Crocodile a try!" After saying that, he closed his eyes, held the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it above his head. , just like an... ordinary person.
The sun rises high, and the warm beams of light reflect on Sword Douluo. His white clothes are fluttering, and the holy light shines brightly. He is just like a banished immortal. Apart from the flying sword at his feet, there is no fluctuation in soul power. The inexplicable and harmless illusion makes everyone at the foot of the mountain panic. I have palpitations and retreat subconsciously.
Who doesn't know Sword Douluo? The calmer the scene, the more their scalps felt numb.
Qian Daoliu stood up suddenly, looking solemnly, staring at the sky.
The next second, Bibi Dong also stood up, looking around Sword Douluo's body with showy eyes. The air was slightly distorted, and something was about to burst out. She waved her slender hand, "Elder Ghost, tell everyone to move back a hundred meters, and do your best." Preparation for avoidance.”
This place is under the jurisdiction of Wuhun City. If there are casualties, it will also be a big blow to the reputation of Wuhun Palace. Fortunately, sword attacks are mostly direct, and the next attack should only be able to damage a corner without exposing much of the hidden combat power.
Moreover, at such a long distance, the aftermath of the battle was limited.
"Yes!" Ghost Douluo turned his head, looked at Ju Douluo, and galloped away.
Qian Daoliu turned his head and glanced. Some people dispersed and disappeared into the crowd.
"Tatata..." The onlookers who can come here are all of good strength, and the retreat process is extremely fast, like a tide.
"Crash...cha..." Looking at the approaching crowd, Ning Xiaotian followed other high-altitude spectators and hurriedly shuttled towards the canopy in the back row, otherwise there would be another huge storm, and he felt like he was really going to take off.
As for the horse, it had been frightened before and had already broken away from the reins and ran away. Now he was 500 meters behind, eating grass leisurely. As he passed quickly, he could only catch a glimpse of the brown shadow of the horse.
"What is that?" During the flight, someone looked back and exclaimed.
"It seems... it seems... it's a sword?" The companion trembled a little.
Ning Xiaotian looked back, then stopped and stopped moving forward. He was unwilling to let go of the next minute. In the distance of his sight, there seemed to be a long sword rising against the rising sun, with the tip of the sword pointing upward, invisible. Wu Xiang could only tell from the distorted warm yellow sunlight that it was a sword.
"Is it Grandpa Jian's self-created soul skill that combines man and sword? But it's not like..." Ning Xiaotian's eyes widened. With just one glance, the long sword already stood a hundred meters high in the sky, and the sword fight Luo, right where the sword is, with flying white hair and fluttering sleeves.
"Hahaha... This is what I'm looking forward to!" Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed wildly, his hairs stood on end, and every pore on his body was filled with chills, as a warning. This feeling of facing death directly made his blood boil.
The previous blow had made him transcend fear and death. Now, he could truly enjoy the battle.
"Drink!" With a soft drink, Golden Crocodile Douluo ignored the blood still flowing from his wound, twisted his waist and bent his knees, and punched the ground hard.
The dozens of meters of martial spirit avatar rose again, but this time it was not standing upright, but lying on the ground. Its ferocious head was raised high, its horns glowed with cold light, its strong tail swayed from side to side, as if adjusting, and the surrounding soil was like a plow. It was squeezed like the ground and pushed to the side.
As for Golden Crocodile Douluo himself, his fists turned into claws, his hands firmly grasped the ground, his legs were pushed up against the soil, his whole body muscles were knotted, his blood was gushing, and his head was raised, full of wild golden color. The vertical pupils were locked on Sword Douluo.
In a moment, his skin quickly turned red, and the blood energy spread all over his body, making the huge martial soul avatar also dyed with a hint of scarlet. His chest was close to the ground, and the blood dripped down, turning into a hot mist that was rising.
Every breath and every breath can create a wave of wind.
"Come...let me see your true strength!" Golden Crocodile Douluo growled, "Roar!", the giant beast roared.
"As you wish." Sword Douluo's eyes exploded, and he suddenly let go of the Seven Kills Sword Wuhun he was holding with both hands. Immediately, the sword edge trembled slightly, and with a "whoosh" sound, it shot up into the sky and hit him behind him. The 100-meter sword shadow sank into the pool and disappeared.
"My body is like a sword, and my body and sword are one!"
Sword Douluo shouted softly, opened his hands, and the flying sword under his feet suddenly disappeared like clouds. His whole body paused in the air, and then slowly moved backwards, submerging into the shadow of the huge sword.
"Yin..." With a soft groan, Sword Douluo pinched the two fingers of his right hand lightly and pointed to the sky above his head, "Come together!"
"Plop...Plop..." is as crisp as the beating of a heart, and seems to have boundless magic power. Those with weaker skills at the foot of the mountain all hold their hands on their chests, "Plop...Plop...", with every beat, the boundless sword The shadow shrinks by one point.
"I can't stand it anymore!" Someone in the crowd gritted his teeth and retreated. He felt that his heart was beating with the slight trembling of the sword shadow, and was out of his control. The endless heart palpitations made him suffocated and irritable. That feeling, Too scary.
In just a moment, the crowd at the foot of the mountain retreated by more than half, forming three distinct layers.
At this moment, the huge sword shadow around Sword Douluo had shrunk to the same size as his height. With a "pop", the sword shadow trembled and disappeared instantly.
The world returned to calm, and Sword Douluo just stood in the void, with no soul power fluctuations in his body.
"How is this done? Grandpa Jian used to use the Human-Sword Fusion to still have a sword in his hand, but now, it seems that he is a sword himself." Ning Xiaotian's eyes flashed with silver light, and Sword Douluo was at this moment. In his eyes, no meridians could be seen, just a white ball of light.
It was too bright. Judging from the visual sense of the Pulse-Breaking Pupil, all the soul power was locked into the body without leaking out. The martial soul did not enter the sword shadow just now, and then it seemed to be integrated into the body in some way. Simply unbelievable.
"Why do I feel like all kinds of great power have been exerted on my body?" Ning Xiaotian didn't realize it. "The only thing I don't know about is the soul ring and the soul skill. Now Grandpa Jian, the soul ring has disappeared and the soul skill has not been released yet."
He touched his chin and thought to himself: "However, with such a long charging time and no air superiority, I'm afraid it will be interrupted before it can be used. That's why Grandpa Jian said that this is an unfinished sword?"
"Brother Golden Crocodile, please take the sword." As soon as he finished speaking, Sword Douluo's figure disappeared and appeared twenty meters above Golden Crocodile Douluo's head. With a wave of his sword finger, a sword with a length of forty meters suddenly appeared. , slashing horizontally at the giant beast below.
"Holy shit, it's really a forty-meter sword!" Ning Xiaotian was startled, his eyes were bright, and then he frowned, "The soul power in Grandpa Jian's body has been reduced by 20%. It consumes a lot of soul power, and all the meridians in his body are... It has also become looming.”
