Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 294 Shrek didn’t come?
It was like a ghost that was kicked out of the battlefield and suddenly smashed into many flowers and plants in the mountain forest.

Tang Ya gritted her teeth to hold back the sweet taste in her throat. She held on to the broken tree stubble and barely raised her head, staring at the thick black mist in despair.

She was really kicked out.

Although being kicked out by someone is not something to be proud of, it still depends on who kicked it - it turns out that she has become stronger - this kick is really not a cat or a dog, any soul sect can take it, it is Qualifications required.

Based on what she saw and heard in Shrek's outer courtyard, those soul sects who indulged in the soul fighting arena every day to gain glory and applause were not even qualified to stand upright on the battlefield - the two people on the battlefield opened their legendary Incredible field skills.

A red field and a black field.

The moment the blood-like ring opened, it seemed as if millions of death knells were tolling, and it seemed as if billions of souls were screaming; the moment the garden of thorns spread, it seemed as if thousands of mandalas were blooming in the underworld. , and it seems that there are continuous notes that lead people to fall.

Tang Ya had heard of the field.

That is a clear proof of the spiritual excellence of the soul master, and a manifestation of the darlings of the times being pampered by God.

Soul masters can summarize the characteristics of various martial spirits and the rules of soul beasts to form soul skills that are either imaginary or consistent with their ancestors, or they can memorize the general shortcomings of each famous martial spirit through rote memorization. , to recite the subtle flaws in the soul skills of every famous strong man.

But there are some things that cannot be touched by human beings and cannot be coveted by soul masters. Just like no matter how much soul masters study or summarize, they cannot determine their own martial soul and innate soul power.

The realm is also one of the taboo realms that mortals cannot touch.

It may appear on a peerless genius, or it may be cast by a waste that no one likes; it is favored to highlight the power of top-level martial spirits, and occasionally throws blessings on low-level martial spirits...

Its law is that there is no law.

Some scholars once raised the objection that the so-called miraculous domain skills are essentially just a range of soul skills?Throwing fire on the ground can also weaken non-fire attribute soul masters and buff fire attribute soul masters. Is this a field?
But this objection does not diminish the sanctity, the scarcity, of any area.

Because the answer is: yes.

Because this view itself unintentionally points out the flaws of soul masters: soul masters are just mortals, and soul masters are beings that are greatly affected by environmental factors - they can increase their cultivation speed through the mimetic environment, and naturally they can also improve their cultivation speed due to the environment. be harmed by the changes.

Not any fire attribute soul master can ignore the environment and put a fire on the ground - if he can put it, it will ensure that the flames on the ground will not be destroyed by the enemy's actions, and at the same time, it can be maintained in the flames that fill the sky. If you don't get burned and then get buffs, then that's an area where there's no doubt about it.

But the soul masters can't do it.

It doesn't mean that a fire attribute soul master can swim in lava, and it doesn't mean that a water attribute soul master can settle in the ocean.

Although he had been kicked out of the center of the battlefield, Tang Ya could still hear the scream of the collision of gold and iron in his ears, and the shadows that kept interlacing in the black mist could still be reflected in his field of vision.

What a soul master can and cannot do has nothing to do with the current battlefield.

But the essence of the field can be seen from the debates in the past: the transformation of the environment by the soul masters has made the world, which can only be reduced to spectators on the battlefield, focus on itself with the eyes of victory.

Even the recorded fields are strange, and they are more like the projection of some kind of spiritual will.

Cold, murderous, frantic...

The realm of the lunatic in front of him seemed to be a projection of the will of a certain god. Qianjie seemed to have found a corresponding description in the vast sea of ​​memories - a person who should not have appeared in this era and whom Qianjie had never seen before. But thousands of years ago, it seemed that only the protagonist was worthy of the realm.

"The realm of killing?" So as the tip of the spear passed by the edge of the sword, he asked, "Or is it the higher realm of Shura?"

No one dares to say that they know all the field skills in the world - the existence of field skills is as rare as a 10-year-old soul ring, and is generally random.

But guess what, asking won't cut it.

The madman did not answer, but the madman's spear was speaking - the gun blade vibrated the air, turned into a thorn in an instant, and slid towards the young man's neck with an unstoppable force - the madman was loyal to the battle and would not be involved in the battle. Responsible for answering.

He made a wound on Qianjie's neck as he wished, and a dark breath mixed with blood poured into the opened bloody mouth.

But then, the lunatic dropped the tip of the spear to the ground, and without changing his position, let the tip of the spear slide towards him, cutting into pieces the thorns that kept growing.

Then he raised the tail of the gun high and diagonally, blocking the sharp edge protruding from the thick fog. The power contained in it was enough to shock all of his Contras.

But the fatally wounded figure in front of him had turned into a sky full of thorns and butterflies.

He turned his head and looked at the sharp master, who was still wearing long black clothes, long silver hair in a low ponytail, holding a long sword like light in his hand, and representing the blind man's black eyepatch - although he doubted that the eyepatch Just a decoration.

A blind person is not that flexible, nor does he necessarily have that much strength, and it is even less possible for a blind person to be able to fight against top Contras with the cultivation of a Soul King.

A normal Soul King would not be able to withstand even Contra's momentum.

So the person in front of him was not a normal blind man, let alone a normal Soul King - he knew this the moment he raised the gun.

In the frequent battles between you and me, the madman's mask has been shattered, revealing the face of a thin vulture with a goatee hanging under the mask.

Beyond the wisp of goatee, the madman touched his throat.

There was blood oozing out from a fine wound. The appearance of the wound seemed to be consistent with the wound he made on the young man's neck just now, but it was much shallower - this was not the first time.

Thoughts seemed to be unable to catch up with the speed of the shadow. The next moment, the long sword of light surpassed the obstruction of the spear and just pressed forward.

The thorns and notes in the field also stirred at the same moment, restricting the madman's actions in the real dimension, and corrupting the madman's disordered thinking in the realm of thought.

A spear is not as flexible as a sword in close combat situations - this is determined by the length of the two weapons and has nothing to do with experience.

So if the fight was to be a normal one, now he should choose to exchange injuries for injuries, launch an attack without defense, and force the attacker to withdraw his sword, or neither of them should withdraw their aggressive offensive, one life for another—— As a lunatic who doesn't care about life the most in the Holy Spirit Church, this is what he is best at and what he likes the most.

The requirements for using the soul-breaking gun martial soul also emphasize this set.

But he still chose to kick his feet, and used the rebound force to retreat quickly, letting the scenery around him fly by quickly - because the madman is just crazy, not brainless - the necessary retreat in battle is for better attack.

Because the opponent will never take back the sword edge.

The other party is not a madman like him, but the other party will never take back the sword. This is a fact that has been established.

Fortunately, the Soul King's cultivation still limited the opponent's offensive after all - the young man could not really match a peak attack type Soul Douluo in terms of speed.

The young man stopped chasing and stood on the spot swinging the blade of his sword that seemed to be flowing.The madman was also able to look at the soul ring on the young man during this moment of leisure. It was the fifth soul ring of a soul master representing the soul king's cultivation. It was a soul ring intertwined with thorns and bones.

Even in the dark environment, the white bones still shimmered with little light.

More than once.

The young man is not afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries, and even likes to exchange injuries for injuries.

Because he will not really be injured - as has been shown several times in the battle, the result of any injury is to turn into a ball of thorns and butterflies, and then turn to the attacker with a more minor injury. .

That was definitely not the result of a stand-in who had anticipated the attack and prepared it in advance, or the boy's real body had been hidden in the mist and was fighting with a puppet.

It is a soul skill that reverses the cause and effect after the injury occurs.

In other words, does such ability still belong to the category of soul skills?
The madman thinks that it should be the power of God.

Everything seems to have reached a special balance.

With his peak Soul Douluo strength that could match the title, he launched an attack with absolute superiority against a Soul King, but the opponent in turn used his superior ability to compete with him.

"I'm really curious, how did you know about this place?" Qianjie also took advantage of the slight leisure in the battle to ask the question he wanted to ask again.

Not many people know about this place, and there is absolutely no possibility of leaking it.

"What's going on in your field? Is it the so-called God of Death field?"

Still no answer.

It is still the spear that tells the answer.

The madman followed the light, and the blood-red field shrank and condensed, shrank and condensed again, and finally turned into a coquettish figure in the black mist, drawing out a long streak of blood as he moved forward.

In darkness, see light;

In the midst of chaos, the world can be seen.

Under the entanglement of countless songs and thorns in the spirit, a barrier of gravity was penetrated as the spear tip advanced.

Then, stop.

"You can only go here, not beyond. Your arrogant waves must stop here." The young man said while raising his long sword.

It seems that there are countless layers of cries and roars from the past time singing from the sharp edge.

"Being silent can be really annoying sometimes."

The diffuse black mist was grabbed in an instant and turned into a furious mask on the face of the angel's shadow.

He also raised his long sword, like a broken pillar in a temple.

"Please witness!"

One after another, ghosts that seemed to come from the battlefield thousands of years ago, mixed with layers of call signs and layers of sharpness, came to reality.

……

"Poseidon will bear witness to our faith and our piety." Cannon fire roared in the sky and lights were bright on the ground.

Some people raised their wine glasses and shouted loudly in the grand ball venue to express the joy of the tyrant's imminent end. One after another, nobles with long heritage put on the most gorgeous attire to attend this grand banquet.

The banquet belonging to the new era, the banquet that sounded the death knell for the Xu family dynasty, was also the banquet that maintained order for thousands of years.

This is Star Luo City, a manor belonging to a duke of the Star Luo Empire.

Its owner's surname is Zhu.

Zhu, who has also been passed down for thousands of years, remains firmly in the position of prime minister regardless of whether the emperor's surname is Dai or Xu.

As the Baihu family's martial soul fusion skill pendant, the Zhu family has also received corresponding benefits - they are no different from the royal family of this country.

Of course, when an emperor who was not so willing to follow the ten thousand year order came to power, they also paid the price.

The guests exchanged glasses, and under the reflection of the red wine and lights, they divided the fiefs after the victory; after greetings full of etiquette, they discussed whether it was necessary to leave the Star Crown Martial Spirit; A pair of fiery eyes reflected the ruins and prosperity of the manor.

This is the price. As a prime minister's family that has been constantly quarreling with the former royal family, they had an inexplicable fire a few years ago, killing a group of old people in the family who insisted on tradition.

The noisy discussion, the passionate playing, and the sound of gunfire in the sky intertwined into a disturbing farce, which made the invited Shrek exchange group - that is, Beibei as the representative... He frowned.

"Can't they see the situation clearly?" Yes, it's a farce, that's how Beibei defines this banquet.

"Under the gunfire, a dance was held leisurely. How in line with the noble spirit." A few months ago, I hosted Beibei in a small town and held a lascivious banquet. Beibei became my senior brother. I once told Shi Lake's helpless man also participated in the banquet, "Besides, a group of people who are forced to the edge of the cliff, how do you want them to see the situation clearly?"

He still held up a glass of wine, still swaying drunkenly, "I just lost the fiefdom of my ancestors, but the Zhu family lost the position of prime minister passed down from generation to generation, and lost a group of clan members. After being treated like this, all I can do is give it a try." Besides, what else can we see clearly?"

"I don't think holding a banquet when the evil soul master and the Sun and Moon people join forces to attack the capital is an act in line with the spirit of the nobility, nor do I think a group of down-and-out nobles who cooperate with the evil soul master and conspire with the enemy can afford the responsibility of this country. ." Beibei looked up at the sky. Cannon fire streaked across like meteors. The sky under the meteors divided several battlefields - and a bloody puppet was trying to break the barrier of starlight.

"Don't say that, isn't Shrek also involved?"

"Shrek also participated, how come I didn't know?" Beibei was stunned, and carefully distinguished the titled strong men appearing in the sky - Shrek's titled Douluo was not involved.

"Shrek wasn't involved?" The man holding the red wine was also stunned.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)