Douluo angel and knight

Chapter 302 Dreamy Dance
Is this life a dream or reality?

This is a long-standing problem with Tang San, because in his previous life he was a man of great status, wisdom, talent, appearance, morality, and purity...

Anyway, all the words that human society uses to describe beauty can be used on him, and he is a perfect man.

In this life, he is from a humble background, has a sick mind, is ugly, hypocritical, and extremely dirty...

Anyway, the ugliness of human beings seems to be found in him.

The sense of gap is huge, too big to describe, and so big that it didn't drive him crazy, it was already the result of his inner fortitude.

Or, he has gone crazy?

Crazy to have such a dream.

And today's battle made his madness worse.

In his memory, Angela was always overwhelmed by him, but now he was playing with him like a plaything!
It wasn't even limited to him, the entire Blue Bully Team's seven members were toyed with and held in the hands of a great knight with four rings!
"Why?!"

Looking at the figure dancing in the arena like an elf, Tang San roared, his eyes were red, and the two tentacles that failed to attack were tightly sucking the ground. Looking at his appearance, he wished that the arena that had been strengthened in a special way Crush it!
Yes, dancing, real dancing, beautiful dancing that no one has ever seen.

Angela is like a swan, like a butterfly, dancing among the seven Blue Tyrants.

She seems to really regard this game as a stage, like an angel, descending from the sky, bringing surprise and enjoyment to every audience.

Her dancing posture and her dance steps made all the audience addicted and carried away.

This is not just a simple competition, but more like an art performance.

And it's a visual feast.

Angela's dancing posture is elegant, noble, beautiful, charming, aloof, holy and flawless. All adjectives are not enough to describe her dancing posture.

Her beauty is suffocating, astonishing, frightening, obsessed, intoxicated, and frightening.

She is a god, a high god, an existence that does not belong to the mortal world.

If the seven people in the way are removed, then this will be a performance that is enough to be recorded in history and set off another wave.

Tang San couldn't understand it, let alone accept it, but he knew that it was a kind of spiritual impact!

That is a kind of spiritual devastation and insult!

It's racing!This is fighting!Angela used this as a stage!
But the seven of them could only watch the black-haired girl use the arena as a stage, and they could only watch the girl dance gracefully between the attacks of the seven of them.

Angela is acting, she's dancing, she's humiliating them blue bullies!
She used her actions to tell Lan Ba, you are not worthy to be my opponent, you are not qualified!

Every attack that seemed to hit was dodged, and every skill that seemed to kill was easily resolved...

Every time a confident attack falls into the empty space, it will make people crazy!

Angela didn't fight back, but just dodged, and the seven of them had nothing to do with the leeway!
Like the moon in the water in the mirror, it can be seen but not touched, and like the purple soul bone suspended in the air, it seems to be within reach, but out of reach.

Now Tang San's eyes are full of anger, resentment, hatred, jealousy, and deep fear!
He understood why Angela could easily deal with the attacks of the seven of them!
——The basic quality gap is too big!

It's not just because of a Martial Soul or a paladin, but in the most basic things, from brain to physical fitness, there is a huge gap between them!
Angela has absolute superiority!
This is beyond doubt!
Tang San didn't want to admit it and didn't want to admit it, but the truth was right in front of him!
So he asked why?Why is Angela so powerful, why is this vase, which is useless except for the beauty of the martial soul, so good!

And why this little girl seven or eight years ago, who was born as a commoner, has the wisdom to hide him from him!

And why did she hide her talent? !

Perhaps it was Tang San's roar that finally disturbed Angela's interest in playing, and she attacked.

It's still a dance, and it's still a precise and tricky trick.

Her offensive is not fast, urgent, or dry, as if she is practicing slowly.

Her dancing posture is graceful and light.

Her movements are graceful and gorgeous.

Tang San could tell that she was controlling and preserving her strength.

She wasn't doing her best, she was just playing with them.

Every attack of hers is so just right, so impartial, and so just right that it's hard to resist.

That is the sword glow that comes with the bright starlight, that is the light that comes with brilliance!
This is the most beautiful pace and spirit ability Tang San has ever seen.

Even Tang San didn't know if this was a spirit ability, so he didn't dare to jump to conclusions!

Tang San didn't even know how to deal with it, he staggered back, every time he took a step back, he would vomit blood!

"puff!"

Tang San spat out bright red blood!

His face became extremely pale!

He has exhausted all his strengths except hidden weapons!

But Angela's offensive has not weakened in the slightest, and is still going on!

No matter how Tang San dodges, Angela can always change the position and angle, attack direction in time, and then draw a mark on him.

There will always be scars on his body. Although the wounds are not big, the surface of each scar is exactly the same!
Every scar reminds him of a fact:
He is no match for Angela!
You don't even have the qualifications to make a girl a little more serious!

Even the seven members of their blue bully team!

Still can't get Angela to pay them any attention!
Because in Angela's eyes, there may be no difference between one person and seven people.

The reality is so dreamlike, what Tang San hopes most in the arena is that the seven monsters in this life can be the same as the previous life, and the seven monsters are one.He is the brain, and the other six are the arms and others. They can be manipulated like one person, using the weak to defeat the strong, and they are invincible.

But when someone beats the seven of them as one, he would rather not have this experience.

Because they are really alone.

Seven people are no different from one person in Angela's eyes.

"Why do you ask?
"Of course it's because you are too useless, because you think you are right."

When the seven members of Lan Ba ​​were lying on the ground covered in bloodstains, it seemed that Angela's cat-and-mouse game had finally been played enough.

She paused her dancing steps for a while, and responded to Tang San coldly.

And then the starry sword in her hand disappeared, and the sword named Yaoguang disappeared.

"Hundred Flowers—Liuguang Tianwu!"

Tang San looked blankly at the flowing light flying in the air: "Isn't your martial spirit Yaoguang?"

It’s a pity that Angela didn’t answer him this time.

The next moment, all seven members of Lan Ba ​​felt the threat of death!

It was the breath of death, the feeling of despair, and the horror produced by extreme despair!
That comes from the most essential fear and helplessness in the heart, the desire and fear of death!
Boom boom boom!
Smoke and explosions enveloped the entire arena, followed by five figures kicked out of the smoke.

The golden crocodile waved his hand in the stands, the smoke and dust dissipated in an instant, only Tang San and Xiao Wu were left in the ring.

"Aren't you always proud of your gadgets, come on, just try!"

The purple-golden light chain hung Xiao Wu whose mask had been broken in the air, and Angela even casually added a holy light cure to Tang San.

(End of this chapter)