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

Chapter 1385 Dugu is out, the final battle!
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Witnessing the scene of four people from both sides falling, many people present breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Looking at the current situation, they are all going to be out for this provincial competition. Even if they recover from their injuries under the best circumstances, they can only catch up with the last few games at best.

This can be seen from the different expressions on the faces of those Soul Fighters.

Lian Changzhi completely relaxed; Yue Qiansong felt pain in his lungs; and Yue Lexing remained expressionless, like a cold statue.

The martial soul fusion technique of Yue Pan and Yue Que is fine for other teams, but in the fifteenth round of the game, Yue Si's team will face Cang Hui.

Without Yue Pan and Yue Que, the team's strength will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

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The competition is still in full swing and has quietly entered its later stages.

At this time, a small climax was set off on the field, and the focus was on Yang Yanyu and Su Ningxia.

As the two fought at high speed, Su Ningxia used the seventh-type [Obscure] move to create a clone to confuse Yang Yanyu, and then she swung a knife.

Su Ningxia's willow-leaf straight knife cut a gash on Yang Yanyu's left rib, and blood gushed out. At the same time, Yang Yanyu stabbed Su Ningxia's right arm where the knife was held.

In an instant, two streaks of blood splashed out, Yang Yanyu's eyebrows raised, and he quickly retreated half a step.

Su Ningxia's willow-leaf straight knife was stuck between Yang Yanyu's ribs, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The gun in Yang Yanyu's hand had pierced through the opponent's right arm, forcing him to drop his knife. The blood dripping from the tip of the gun splashed on the bluestone slab, creating red plum blossoms.

"Sister Su, it seems that I, your brother, have earned three points in this battle!" Before Yang Yanyu finished speaking, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

The moment Zhong Weifeng's warning sounded, he quickly turned around and Chen Mu's hideous face was already before his eyes.

Chen Mu used his body skills to the extreme, and the blue bricks under his feet shattered into powder with a loud bang, and his afterimage rushed forward with a flash of thunder and lightning.

Just when Su Ningxia and Yang Yanyu were hurting each other, Chen Mu, who had been attacking Zhong Weifeng, either out of anger or fear that the battle would get out of control, unleashed a combination of [Star Stream Lightning Strike] and [Thunderbolt Flash] just like at the beginning of the battle, crossing a distance of dozens of meters and suddenly attacking Yang Yanyu.

When the afterimage trailing with lightning flashed by, someone saw the blood-red flames dancing in his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Mu is three points more powerful than at the start of the game.

Yang Yanyu raised the tip of his spear just half an inch, and the Seven Killing Sword had already rubbed against the Soul-Breaking Spear, sending out dazzling sparks. Chen Mu's sword tip still carried the force of wind and thunder, and fiercely pierced into his left chest.

The soul power exploded along the Seven Kill Sword and blood spurted out. Then Chen Mu kicked Yang Yanyu again, sending him flying three feet backwards. His back hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

"For the sake of our friendship..." Chen Mu shook off the blood on the blade and looked at Yang Yanyu, who was curled up on the ground and coughing up blood. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, "Otherwise, this move 'Flying Swallow Piercing the Clouds' would have passed through your middle soul nest."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Mu stomped his boots hard, instantly crushing three floor tiles.

He glanced at Su Ningxia, who had already grasped the knife handle with her left hand, a smile appearing at the corner of her bloodstained lips.

He once again transformed into a flash of lightning and rushed towards the center of the battle circle.

Yang Yanyu vomited blood, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

The blood from his left chest and left ribs spread on his clothes, blending into a shocking dark red.

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As for Zhong Weifeng, he was originally in a defensive counterattack and really couldn't stop Chen Mu.

But it was impossible for Zhong Weifeng to do nothing, but his choice was unexpected.

He did not chase Chen Mu, because he knew that chasing Chen Mu at this moment was tantamount to a foolish dream - it was too late. And if Yang Yanyu retreated, their team would be one man short, and there would be no chance of a comeback.

How could Zhong Weifeng just sit there and wait for death? In a flash, he used a strange move.

In a flash, the muscles in his arms became twisted like ancient vines wrapped around trees, and the blue veins throbbed wildly under his wheat-colored skin. Two golden deer antler shadows condensed on the tip of his fists, which complemented the dragon horns on the Xuanhuang Bell behind him.

At this moment, the soul power in his body surged like boiling water, and the purple soul ring flickered on his body surface like a thundercloud before a storm.

"Nine Mysteries of Xuan Huang - Deer Horns, Fourth Soul Skill - Golden Bell Breaks the Air, Deer Horns Hit the Sky!"

His fourth soul ring suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, and the phantom of deer antlers slammed into the bottom of the golden bell.

The giant bronze bell emitted a three-foot-high golden light, and it came through the air with the power of wind and thunder, leaving a gilded afterimage in the air. The air made a sharp explosion wherever it passed.

Dugu Fu's pupils suddenly shrank. He was sneering at his shaky opponent just now, but now he saw the golden bell coming at him like a mountain.

He could only use his soul power shield in a hurry, but saw that the golden bell was as powerful as a mountain pressing down on his head, clang——!
The sound of the bell shattered the blue bricks within a ten-meter radius, and Dugu Fu's protective shield collapsed.

He felt as if he was hit head-on by an ancient giant beast. His internal organs were displaced and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, leaving a trail of blood several feet long.

When he landed on the ground, he finally vomited the hot blood in his heart and fainted. Before he passed out, he was still staring at the slowly falling golden bell, with a lingering resentment in his eyes.

When Zhong Weifeng was retiring, his temples began to throb and he controlled the Xuanhuang Bell to circle and recall it.

It’s not easy for Chen Mu to change the situation of the battle.

At the moment when the golden bell was humming and spinning in the air to defend, Chen Mu had already rushed to Zhong Weifeng's face with a sharp sword energy.

The cold light bursting out from the tip of the Seven Kill Sword tore three cracks in the air. The sound of the sword breaking through the air and the lingering sound of the golden bell intertwined into a symphony of death.

Zhong Weifeng's eyes suddenly burst into a red-gold brilliance, and the low roar from his throat sounded like thunder.

The tendons all over his body suddenly became twisted like the roots of an old tree, and the muscles under his green shirt bulged inch by inch, making the collar of his shirt rustle - this was the sign that the secret technique "Lion's Mane" was fully activated.

At the same time, thousands of scale-patterned air shields suddenly appeared in front of him. Each palm-sized scale had mysterious runes flowing on it, emitting a cold golden light in the sun.

The Seven Killing Sword in Chen Mu's hand emitted a three-foot cold light, and the tip of the sword pierced the scaly shield, causing a sound of metal hitting stone.

The air shield began to ripple, and the runes flickered, dissipating the sword's power layer by layer without breaking it at all.

Instead, the sword suddenly rebounded, making a buzzing sound and almost slipping out of his hand.

Zhong Weifeng took advantage of the situation and pushed out with his claws, the gust of wind was filled with fierce power.

I saw that fan-like palm suddenly expanded by three inches under the infusion of soul power, and the five fingers were shining with metallic luster like steel hooks.

The moment the Seven Killing Swords collided with the strong wind, Chen Mu felt his palms shaking violently, and the whole person was thrown back seven steps by the recoil force, with his toes plowing a half-inch deep groove on the blue brick ground.

"Lion's mane, fish scales, and eagle claws, three secret techniques in succession?" Chen Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and pointed the tip of the sword at the ground.

It turned out that this genius from Yuesi Academy had already begun to build up his strength when Jinzhong returned to defense.

Zhong Weifeng did not answer, but just slashed across the air shield with his fingers like a knife.

Thousands of scales suddenly floated in the air, spinning rapidly around him like a school of fish, cutting the sunlight into tiny gold foils.

This power contest between the two teams' strongest players has just entered its most dangerous stage.

(End of this chapter)