"Well done! The ninth soul skill, death roll!" Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, glared his feet, rolled his body sideways, and soared into the sky. The huge figure of the martial soul's true body suddenly turned into an oval tornado dozens of meters wide. .
The outer layer is gray, but the inner layer is dark blue, accompanied by golden arcs. The sand, broken branches, and fallen leaves in the sky are swept up into the sky by strong suction. The ferocious horns turn into sharp blades, and the interlaced icebergs turn into winches, which will touch the ground. Everything was torn to pieces.
Then, mixed with the cold ice chips, they splashed out, like ice blades, or like bursting fireworks, shooting straight in all directions.
"This should be the second soul skill of Golden Crocodile Douluo's 100,000-year-old soul ring. I didn't expect that the evolved martial soul with the cold attribute could produce such an effect. Such a domineering and indiscriminate attack, it is simply a killing Machine..." Ning Xiaotian looked at the gloomy area on the hill. The ice shards all over the sky shot almost straight to the foot of the mountain, making people's scalp numb.
"Tatata..." The ice blade fell to the ground, and due to the strong impact, the broken branches instantly shattered into powder.
"Fortunately, we retreated here..." Some people in the crowd murmured thankfully.
"So strong!" Beside him, a man nodded, looking up at the shadow of the sword holding up the sky, his pupils shrinking slightly.
There was no violent roar as imagined, just a low moan of "swiss, swish, swish". The giant sword touched the tornado, raising more violent winds. The two of them were shaken back. Golden Crocodile Douluo fell to the ground, on all fours. , with just one kick, his body turned into a tornado again.
The distance was tens of meters, and the strong suction force made Sword Douluo a little unstable, as if he was about to be pulled over.
"Yan...click..." Another sword strike, the strong wind stirred up, Golden Crocodile Douluo's right arm's golden armor shattered into pieces, blood mist filled the air, and Sword Douluo took advantage of the situation to retreat.
"This can't go on like this. If you get sucked in, you will definitely lose!" Sword Douluo's mind changed rapidly, "But if I don't get close, this move won't be able to exert its maximum power. Moreover, my current soul power is only enough to use it three more times. .”
"With Golden Crocodile Douluo's toughness and current form, he can be seriously injured in three moves at most. It's impossible to defeat him."
"It seems that we can only use that move..." The thought flashed away, and Sword Douluo quickly turned around and retreated ten meters, standing high in the sky, looking at Golden Crocodile Douluo with a solemn expression. Move, even he can't control it.
Golden Crocodile Douluo landed on the ground, raised his head and locked Sword Douluo. He was stunned for a moment, then grinned, his slightly pale face became more and more crazy, "Drink!" With a soft drink, the martial soul's true body sank an inch into the ground, and his whole body Golden light surged, and the blood mist filled the air even more.
Putting the sword finger of his right hand on his chest, Sword Douluo shouted, "Ning". He clenched his right arm with his left hand. In the unstoppable trembling, a sword light like water flowed out from the fingertips, his expression He also gradually became pale.
"A flowing sword?" Ning Xiaotian was surprised, his eyes stared, the silver light flickered again, and then his scalp exploded, "His! This sword turned out to be blue mixed with light red when observed with the Pulse-Breaking Pupil. This is definitely not a sword made of pure soul power, and Grandpa Jian’s meridians and muscles are trembling all over his body, and the flow on the sword is probably caused by lack of control."
Sword Douluo is a level 97 titled Douluo, but he can't even control this power.
My kendo realm is still too shallow... Ning Xiaotian is a little depressed. Although he has been exposed to many kendo insights from past lives, movies, and recorded stories of his ancestors, he has never reached that realm, so he still cannot understand it.
"I didn't expect that Chen Xin's understanding of the way of swordsmanship would reach such a level. What a terrifying future life..." Qian Daoliu said with a smile at the foot of the mountain.
"Oh? What do you mean by this?" Bibi Dong was interested in chatting.
"This is the sword that sacrifices me." Qian Daoliu said bluntly, "Condensing soul power, sword energy, sword intention, sword power, spiritual power, murderous intention, murderous spirit, and even soul...Putting everything on one sword, this It is to give up my sword."
"It is extremely difficult for many people to comprehend several of them, let alone condense and integrate them."
"If you want to reach this level, you must be proficient in swordsmanship, sincerity and swordsmanship, wandering between life and death, and realizing it with a very high level of understanding. It can be said to be extremely rare." Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with disappointment. He was able to realize this level back then. The realm depends on Tang Chen, his opponent.
He wanted to completely defeat Tang Chen's belief...and that woman. He let it go, so he gained.
"It is indeed extremely rare." Bibi Dong nodded slightly. Although she did not have a sword spirit, she also knew that even the fusion of one or two of these abilities required extremely high understanding and control.
"It's a pity that Chen Xin is just a beginner now, and he can't do whatever he wants. Otherwise, I would really like to fight with him." Qian Daoliu's sword eyes flashed, and a fighting spirit emerged in his heart. His sword, since Tang Chen After disappearing, I have been lonely for too long.
"Perhaps you can wait until that day." Bibi Dong said lightly.
"Maybe!" Qian Daoliu looked indifferent. Bibi Dong was taking the divine test, so he must have known that he would be sacrificed. The auxiliary training of the Reincarnation Art was very effective. He expected Xueer to break through 70 in at most ten years. Level, accept the test of Angel God.
Time is running out. In the past ten years, it will be too difficult for Chen Xin to grow up enough to defeat him.
"By the way, is there any news about Tian'er?" Qiandao spread the news. When he mentioned God, he couldn't help but think of Ning Xiaotian, his grandson-in-law, and felt a little annoyed in his heart.
Is the divine position so good?
With Tang Chen's strength, he has been looking for you for so many years, and now he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead. What are you, a little assistant, thinking about?
His granddaughter has been depressed recently, and he feels very sorry for her.
"No, after this competition, I will go to that place to explore in person." Bibi Dong replied, the killing city is recorded in Wuhun Palace, the nearest place for divine examination, her Rakshasa divine examination is among them. get.
She also had some guesses about Ning Xiaotian's purpose of finding the place for the divine test. It was probably to solve the problem of her mother's martial arts soul, and the women around her... This boy was quite affectionate, and Bibi Dong couldn't help but glance at her. Hu Liena on one side.
This girl actually wants to go to the Killing City to find someone.
If he really finds Ning Xiaotian in the Killing City, should he bring him back directly or let Hu Liena go and experience it? This is a question. I have to say that it would be great if one of the two could obtain the other divine position inside.
She doesn't care whether the Rakshasa God and the Shura God in the God Realm are in conflict with each other. Once she gets it, it belongs to her.
"Yeah." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. He hated the City of Killing very much, especially the aura inside. Unfortunately, as a messenger of God, he could not enter the inheritance places of other gods at will, so he never really Been in there.
Out of sight out of mind.
"Condensed!" Ning Xiaotian's eyes widened, he put away his pulse-breaking pupils, and leaned forward. Above the sky, Sword Douluo's figure was already a little staggering, his expression was pale, and on his chest, his right finger Above the tip is a sword body about 3 feet long.
Suspended, as clear as flowing water, with blood streaks swimming inside.
