Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1373 The second shot of Soul Saint level!

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A blood-stained rainbow split the sky, and its afterimage was like a comet’s tail dragging across the sky!

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became extremely tense. Thousands of spectators opened their eyes wide, their gazes fixed on the bloody gun shadow.

No one knows whether Xiaoyi can survive this terrifying and suffocating attack.

Soul Saint-level attacks are rarely seen in competitions, but they appeared again and again today, and the entire audience was silent.

The team leaders and coaches who possessed the combat power of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints in the martial arts viewing arena all held their breath and concentrated, their hearts were focused.

They also want to see the outcome of the two top teams, who will be at the center of the attack, and what are each other's trump cards.

Pay attention to the possible impacts on each other, and explore the hidden cards of both sides.

[True Soul Burial Strike], as the killing move of the Blood Spear Formation's [Soul General's True Body], is extremely ferocious at this moment.

I saw the blood-soaked spear wrapped in a chilling aura, and the blood color spread out, like a ball of blazing fire, or a surging sea of ​​blood.

The Soul Saint's mighty power was like the collapse of Mount Tai, and his aura was like an iron chain across a river, sealing off the entire ten-meter range around Xiaoyi. The murderous intent followed like a shadow, locking onto Xiaoyi firmly.

Yang Yanlang was no more than a hundred meters away from Xiaoyi. From preparation to launching the attack, it took only two or three breaths (one breath is about three seconds), which was gone in a flash.

The three sons of the Chen family were blown away. Su Ningxia was panting, her blood was boiling, and she was temporarily powerless.

At this time, in the middle of the road, Zhu Wuneng, who had moved from the side, stepped forward.

He took a deep breath, first activated the [Tianpeng Battle Armor], then the soul power in his body surged wildly, and began to condense one of the Tianlun secret techniques - "Wheel of Fury".

Of course, Xiaoyi did not miss him either, [Life Force Awakens], and his soul power rises to level 56.

His body suddenly swelled up, and behind him turned into a huge phantom of Marshal Tianpeng. The phantom was majestic and exuded a powerful aura.

The nine-toothed rake grew rapidly like a jade pillar supporting the sky, with dark golden patterns flowing on the teeth.

Zhu Wuneng roared angrily, the muscles in his arms became twisted like the roots of an old tree, and when he swung the Nine-toothed Rake in a circle, it made a tiger roaring sound, like a mountain pressing down on his head. He poured all his soul power into this attack without reservation and blasted towards the blood spear.

His Dharma body is similar to the [General's Soul True Body] and can also be considered a kind of pseudo-martial soul true body.

Before this, he had taken the Hunyuan Immortal Grass, which greatly increased his strength and made his soul power more pure, which perfectly matched the "Wheel of Fury" secret technique.

The eyes of the Dharma body opened wide, exuding a majestic look, and collided violently with the blood-soaked spear light that was filled with endless murderous intent.

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing was like thunder exploding in the sky. The horrifying impact force was so strong that even the void could not bear it.

It was actually shaken to create spider-web-like cracks, and the dark cracks spread in the air like hideous wounds.

Where the two energies collided violently, dazzling sparks burst out, carrying a breath of destruction.

Under the impact of this force, the bluestone rocks within a radius of ten meters were instantly turned into powder and spread like snow fog in the sky.

However, in the end, the Blood-Weeping Spear, which contained tremendous energy, blood and soul power, was superior.

After all, although Zhu Wuneng tried his best and had a lot of blessings on his body, which barely increased his power to the high level of Soul Emperor, he still seemed powerless when facing the attack of the Soul Saint level.

After a while, the shadow of the nine-toothed rake continued to buzz, and then it broke into pieces, turning into points of light and dissipated in the air.

The recoil force penetrated Zhu Wuneng's internal organs, causing him severe pain. His face turned purple and tiny beads of blood oozed from his forehead.

Zhu Wuneng staggered back seven steps, each step leaving deep grooves on the blue bricks. His iron boots rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh sound.

Bright red blood flowed from the corners of his lips and slowly dripped down his chin.

The bloody light emitted from the spear tip seemed to have life and turned into a sharp streak that went straight for Xiaoyi's throat.

Wherever it passed, the air was distorted like boiling water, and the faint cries of resentful souls could be heard, making people shudder.

Lock on and attack!

Compared to the first [Soul Burial Strike], this attack was even more fierce, and the resentment burst out like substance. It was obvious that some special means were used, making it even more powerful.

At this time, no one on the field could help Xiaoyi.

The wind was howling like ghosts and wolves. In this raging storm, Xiaoyi was alone, standing quietly under the bloody shadow of a gun.

She was dressed in plain green clothes, isolated and helpless, yet calm and indifferent.

Her eyes were as cold as frost, and she drew out the Zhaojun Sword from the void with her backhand.

In an instant, the bluish-white light surged like a rainbow.

The soul power in her body surged and continued to rise. Her soul power level rose steadily, and in a moment she broke through to level 59, with an astonishing momentum.

Then, a vortex of starlight arose behind her, flowing endlessly. The positions of the nine stars coincided with the sky, forming the shape of the Big Dipper, mysterious and powerful.

She stroked the blade of Zhaojun Sword with her fingertips, and heard a clear dragon roar, and an icy white sword light split the air.

The bluestone rock within a radius of ten feet was instantly covered with a layer of crystal ice, and they were in an ice and snow area. The wind was surging, the cold air was pressing, and the ice cave was hit.

The cold light on the sword's edge was like a silver dragon swinging its tail, agile and powerful. The hard and soft energy was like the entanglement of yin and yang fish, bursting out with great power.

Wherever the sword energy passed, frost and snow fluttered and fell, freezing the menacing blood-shedding spear light in mid-air.

The blood mist at the tip of the gun condensed into beads when it encountered the cold, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Each blood bead hit the bluestone, making honeycomb-like holes in the bluestone. It can be seen how strong the power contained in the blood mist is.

The red flame on the spear tip dimmed in an instant, and spider-web-like ice cracks covered the spear body at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was the unique bone-penetrating power of the Nine Yin Sword Qi.

This Xuanyin sword technique [Sword pointing to the stars and the moon] is the killing move of the eighth sword of the Nine Yin Divine Sword.

According to common sense, the conditions for performing this move are extremely strict. One must practice the Beidou Dafa to the seventh level and forge the Nine Yin True Body before being able to control it.

After all, this move is extremely powerful and requires extremely high physical endurance from the performer.

However, how can Xiaoyi be compared to ordinary people?

The refinement of life, especially since she awakened her divine body, her endurance is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The tremendous power that ordinary people cannot bear can flow smoothly in her body like a river flowing into the sea.

As for the requirements for cold air, although the cold air condensed by Xiaoyi may still be lacking in quality, she can cleverly make up for it in quantity with her powerful soul power and unique talent.

The cold and shining Blood-Weeping Spear was sealed by black ice, and the tip of the spear was still vibrating violently like a trapped dragon.

Suddenly, thunder roared on the ground, and a strong wind carrying ice crystals and broken snow burst out like a raging wave.

Xiaoyi staggered backward under the impact of this violent force, and her embroidered shoes crushed the blue bricks and plowed marks dozens of meters deep on the ground.

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Yue Qiansong was somewhat surprised and shouted at the top of his voice: "One sword moves Canghan!"

"You blind bear, it's amazing that she can use this secret technique to increase her soul power on herself."

Without even raising his eyelids, Wang Wei took a sip and replied, "This spirit skill is indeed very rare."

"But don't forget that she is from the Chen family, so it's not surprising that she has some special methods."

Yue Qiansong curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "The Chen family's attack methods are indeed powerful, and their strength is also very strong."

"But the Chen family is not a supporting family. Look at Old Fengtou. His family is also a famous family in the mainland. Do they have such rare things?"

Zhong Feng glanced at him sideways with an indifferent expression, and said nothing.

Wang Wei smiled gently and said slowly: "You are right, but don't forget that Xiaojun's mother is from the Haitang Ye family. It is possible that this secret skill has some connection with the Ye family."

Yue Qiansong obviously didn't believe him. He waved his hands and didn't bother to continue the topic: "Fine, fine, fine. I am ignorant and short-sighted."

Lian Changzhi stood aside, with a smile on his face, and said to Wang Wei: "This genius of yours is both a healer and a combatant, both are top-notch, standing proudly in the snow, and competing for fragrance in the cold!"

When Wang Wei heard this, he immediately laughed and scolded: "Old Songtou's irrelevant words are fine, and he is just a hypocrite, but why do your words sound like thorns, like a knife!"

Lian Changzhi was choked and replied: "How can I be so harsh? I am sincerely praising you, why don't you know how to appreciate my kindness!"

Wang Wei's eyes widened in anger, and he put the wine bottle on the table: "Haha, you are deliberately trying to stir up hatred."

"Okay, I'll bear with what you said for now. When it's your Canghui Academy's match, it will be my turn."

"Last time you played against Xuan Huang Academy, Shi Feiang froze four people at once. That scene, wow, was really exciting."

Lu Jingcheng, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Old Wang, what you said is really like rubbing salt into Old Fengtou's wounds."

Wang Wei waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Don't throw salt in the ass. Their own direct descendants don't stay in their own academy. They all run to other people's bowls."

"Just leave some branches to hold up the scene. Who can we blame if we lose? Come on, Old Fengtou, tell me, do you care about this?"

Zhong Feng glanced at him and still didn't reply, but the expression on his face seemed to be a little colder.

Wang Wei's last sentence is the salt of the earth.

Yue Qiansong raised his eyebrows, pointed at Wang Wei and shouted with a playful look on his face: "Blind bear, you are really protective of your child!"

"That hypocritical guy is right. Look at your teammates. They can burst out with the power of Soul Emperor from time to time. What do you think others will think?"

Wang Wei crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said proudly: "Of course!"

"The people our academy has trained have always been lions that can stand firm in the storm, not sheep to be slaughtered at will. It is natural that they have such strength!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Qiansong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, cursing: "Fuck you, you are firing your guns again, you are shooting at whoever you catch!"

Yue Lexing shook his head speechlessly. The smell of gunpowder was almost as tense as the battle on the field.

(End of this chapter)