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

Chapter 1574 Titled Duel, Crimson Fades!
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In terms of speed, the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon, as the world's fastest martial soul, completely outpaced the Dark Light Armor.

Although Youguang Zhou's strength had not recovered to its peak due to the sword wound inflicted by Chen Yu four months ago, his level 95 strength was still stronger than Zhuo Qianren's.

If it weren't for this revenge mission for Yan Wufeng and the Demon Dragon Legion, Youguang Zhou would never have come.

Of course, he would not allow the titles of his Dark Serpent Legion to be bestowed, for fear that they would suffer losses.

What made Youguangzhou even more uncomfortable was Zhuo Qianren's left arm bone soul skill during the battle just now, which was clearly the soul bone of his close friend Yan Wufeng.

Although he possesses the 80,000-year-old Saint King-level left arm bone [Dark Serpent Soul Devouring] (which can condense countless dark venomous snakes to devour the enemy's soul when activated) and the 50,000-year-old [Shadow Gale Step] right leg bone (which greatly increases the speed of stealth and ambush), Zhuo Qianren is by no means an ordinary person.

The mind-shaking power granted by the 80,000-year-old fear griffon skull (soul skill: Soul-Seizing Scream), combined with the amplification of his original 50,000-year-old speed-type soul bone (Aurora Flash), made him as slippery as an eel.

boom!
A ring of dark purple spatial shockwaves erupted around Youguang Zhou, while the true form of the Void Dark Serpent hissed and tightened its grip on all sides.

But Zhuo Qianren's silver wings flapped violently, and the power of wind and thunder forcibly tore through the restraints. Wrapped in a piercing shriek (Soul-Stealing Shriek Assist), he narrowly avoided the snake's bite attack. With a backhand, a silver-white wind blade that cut through space left a deep mark on the shoulder armor of the Ghostly Armor!
"Tsk!" Youguang Zhou grimly wiped the scratches on his shoulder armor.

The feeling of the spatial tremor force returning was as if it hit empty air.

His injuries hadn't healed, his speed was outmatched by his opponent, and the opponent even possessed items left behind by his closest friend... This feeling was worse than swallowing a fly.

Zhuo Qianren's calm and sharp hawk-like eyes swept over him, making his desire to avenge Yan Wufeng feel even more stifled—he was completely helpless against this slippery silver bird!
The balance of power in the battle between the bird and the snake is in a strange stalemate.

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Similarly, Luo Ping didn't fully recover either.

In the center of the courtyard, Luo Ping's temples throbbed with veins, and the Dark Scythe in his hand transformed into a shadowy storm that tore through the light.

Each slash was accompanied by a dark purple light that corroded soul power, making it easy to cut through gold and jade—but when the thick, suffocating stone armor shield stood in front of him, all the fierce slashes sank into the mud.

Keng! Keng! Keng!
A dull thud exploded on the shield, sparks flew from the scythe, but it could only leave white marks on the gray-white rock shield before being distorted and bounced off by the shockwave.

Zhu Hongzhen stood like a mountain, the power of the earth flowing continuously into the shield from beneath his feet. The shield, covered with the marks of time, exuded an unwavering and steadfast aura.

No matter how fierce Luo Ping's sickle was, the stone armor shield remained as stable as a giant reef in the sea. When the dark and malevolent energy collided with this unchanging solidity, it could only crumble!
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Yuwen Changtai, who excels at wide-range soul skills, was unable to cross the line during the long battle against Yang Jingxue, an archer with a longer attack range, and even fell into a slight disadvantage.

This is purely a matter of being restrained.

Meanwhile, the sky to the east of Chen Mansion was divided by the stark contrast of extreme cold and blazing sun.

Yuwen Changtai's pupils had turned completely ice blue, and he spread his arms like a monarch wielding the power of winter: "Ninth Soul Skill - Eternal Winter Frozen Soil!"

In an instant, azure ice crystals fell across the entire airspace—not snow, but crystals formed from the soul power of the [Frost Lord].

Centered on his feet, a spherical space with a diameter of two hundred meters was forcibly solidified into a frozen wasteland.

Gravity within the domain increased threefold, and six towering frost vein walls materialized out of thin air, closing in like a cage.

Just as the permafrost was about to swallow the last rays of light—

Yang Jingxue's silver hair danced wildly in the cold air, and the bowstring of the Seven-Character Quatrain was as full as a full moon!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Golden Crow, Ninth Soul Skill: Heavenly Wolf—"

Divine images bloomed simultaneously at both ends of the bow: a three-legged golden crow with crimson feathers rose from the left bow tip, its feathers flowing with molten gold flames; a silver-maned celestial wolf appeared from the right bow tip, its sharp claws entwined with the extinguishing moonlight.

"The Myriad Harmonies Technique - Sun and Moon Shine Together!"

The bowstring twanged!

The golden crow transformed into fiery crimson, while the heavenly wolf became the cold, silvery moonlight; the two arrows spiraled and intertwined the instant they left the bow. The crimson gold and silver radiance were no longer clearly distinct—the fiery tail of the golden crow and the moonlight of the heavenly wolf melted and reformed in their rotation.

Ultimately, it coalesced into a golden and silver arrow rainbow, interwoven with crimson and silver, containing the wondrous sight of the sun and moon shining together in the sky.

Where the rainbow light passed, Yuwen Changtai's permafrost was forcibly melted through.

As the arrow approached, the Frost Vein Wall emitted a mournful cry, as if about to shatter like glass—the extreme cold was forcibly covered by the more fundamental "rotation of the sun and moon".

When the arrow pierced the first ice wall, molten gold flames burned out a huge hole; when it pierced the second wall, the extinguishing moonlight froze the cracks... The six layers of frost walls were pierced through layer by layer as thin as paper!

"impossible!"

Yuwen Changtai's face, covered in ice armor, trembled violently for the first time!
His eternal winter tundra was enough to freeze ordinary titled Douluo, but at this moment it crumbled under that arrow rainbow where the sun and moon intertwined.

In his haste, he thrust out his palms, and a Frost Star Shield, inscribed with frost curses, materialized before him.

Boom! ! !

The sun, moon, arrow, and rainbow collided with the star shield.

There was no explosion, only annihilation.

The crimson-silver light streamed like millions of needles piercing the Frost Curse patterns, and the Star Shield instantly melted into spiderweb-like translucent holes centered on the point of impact.

Yuwen Changtai's tiger's mouth exploded, his ice armor on both arms cracked inch by inch, and his entire figure was slammed into the ground by the vast shockwave.

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Meanwhile, at the heart-stopping core of the battlefield above the entire Dust Mansion, two super pressures of level 96 were tearing space apart.

The ninth-grade Nether Shadow Martial Soul of Ming Xiangyun, the third of the Seven Demon Generals and the Black Nether Douluo, is almost the best among shadow-type martial souls.

At this moment, his body had completely transformed into a flowing, liquid shadow.

The moment the Seven Killings Sword pierced his chest, only ripples of light rippled across the wound, the sword tip seemingly sinking into a deep pool with no point of contact—the Shadow of the Underworld was almost immune to all physical attacks.

When he condensed his shadow armor and covered his body, the dark coating further enhanced his defense to an extremely high level. When the Xuanming Sword Qi slashed at it, it only splashed up tiny black mist sparks.

Chen Hong lowered his eyes and pressed his left hand lightly on the Tai Chi Yang fish position.

With his feet as the boundary, a profound Tai Chi diagram with a diameter of over a hundred meters quietly unfolded—the left half was crystal clear, with cold air condensing into fine snowflakes; the right half was shimmering with light, with soul power manifesting as flowing water.

The silence of ice and the flow of water constantly transform into each other, forming a vortex field containing the power of annihilation.

"Tsk!" Ming Xiangyun's rare agitation came from within the liquid shadow.

When a spiraling energy of icy water crashed into the Shadow Armor, the dark coating emitted a scorching, corrosive hiss.

The "absolute nothingness" characteristic of the shadow was forcibly analyzed by the power of Tai Chi: ice crystal particles froze the flowing structure of the shadow, while the living water soul power penetrated the shadow gaps and eroded the origin.

Ming Xiangyun was forced to materialize and parry with his claws—

scoff!

Where the Shadow Claw clashed with the icy water energy, a large expanse of distorted black mist exploded out like hot oil splashed onto snow.

He grunted and stepped back, the edges of the area where his shadow armor had been grazed showing signs of corrosion and melting.

Chen Hong turned his sword with his right hand, and a two-colored tornado of ice and water surged from the core of the Tai Chi diagram: "It's my turn."

The voice was as indifferent as snow falling into a cold pool, yet it caused the dark flames in Ming Xiangyun's pupils to shrink violently—this icy water tai chi was the disintegrating blade that pinned down the shadow!

When the Chen family sent Chen Hong, how could they not have expected to run into Ming Xiangyun?

(End of this chapter)