Douluo Tang San, stop rolling around

Chapter 235 Tang San dies
"Is this the strength of Tang Chen's ancestor? Is this still the realm that a soul master can reach?"

Tang San watched in shock as Xu Dongyang was chopped off by the sword and flew far away, leaving behind ruins, smoke, and a faint blood mist along the way.

Tang San's Purple Demon Pupil saw with his own eyes that Xu Dongyang was injured by that sword, and the blood mist was left by him.

This made him feel excited. He didn't expect that things would take such a turn, and he would be the one who had the last laugh.

Looking at the crack in the ground ahead that was hundreds of meters long due to the sword energy piercing through the ground, Tang San's eyes showed a hint of shock.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and said excitedly: "Ancestor Tang Chen, with your presence, our Haotian Sect will surely rise again, and the Spirit Hall is nothing to worry about."

But no one responded to his words.

Tang San walked closer and saw that after Tang Chenzi swung that shocking sword, the light in his pupils had already faded. Although his body was still upright, his hands were hanging down, and the Shura Sword also fell and was now stuck in the ground.

"Ancestor Tang Chen!" Tang San exclaimed.

"Cough cough!"

A cough was heard from the ruins in the distance, and Xu Dongyang crawled out of the ruins.

At this moment, he was covered in dust and looked a little disheveled. Not only was his face pale, but there was also a hideous scar on his left shoulder that extended from his collarbone to his chest.

When resisting Tang Chen's sword energy, he took great pains to block it and get rid of the remaining sword energy, but he was still cut on the shoulder by the sword energy, leaving a sword mark.

Xu Dongyang looked at the sword wound on his shoulder. The wound was quite serious and the white bone was faintly visible under the wound.

But this is not the most difficult problem. The most troublesome thing is that it seems to contain the magical power of the Shura Sword, which makes the wound difficult to heal and has a tendency to get worse.

Xu Dongyang looked at Tang San in the distance and Tang Chen who was now completely out of breath, and said coldly: "Now is not the time to heal your wounds, let's solve this matter first."

As he said this, his expression gradually turned cold. He stood up, enduring the severe pain in his shoulder, and slowly walked towards the trident stuck in the ground a few meters away.

Tang San was also attracted by the movement in the distance. He turned his head and saw Xu Dongyang standing up from the ruins and dust.

His pupils shrank, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, this is not the time to be sad. Xu Dongyang did not die from that sword. I must evacuate first, otherwise Tang Chen's ancestor would have died in vain."

Tang San didn't hesitate and took a step to escape.

But he had only taken two steps when he seemed to remember something, turned back and reached for the Shura Sword under Tang Chen.

Xu Dongyang saw this scene.

"We must not let him take the Shura Sword!"

Xu Dongyang thought so. He could allow Tang San to grow up, but he could never allow him to obtain the inheritance of the gods, and it was the inheritance of the Shura God.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the trident in his hand, endured the pain and made a throwing motion, his eyes fixed on Tang San's figure, and his vast mental power locked onto the opponent's aura.

At this moment, Tang San also felt the danger. His hair stood on end and cold sweat streamed down his body. He said in a panic, "Damn it, the other party noticed me."

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and decided to lower his body and grab the Shura Sword.

This time he clearly realized the gap between himself and Xu Dongyang, and if he wanted to make up for the gap, he would have to seek help from outside forces.

He had heard that the Shura Sword was a divine weapon and that gods did exist in this world. Perhaps this was the opportunity for him to become a god.

Tang San grabbed the hilt of the Shura Sword without hesitation.

But at the same time, a whistling sound came from behind.

call out!
A long spear pierced through the dust and mist like a meteor and shot towards Tang San's back. The sharp tip of the spear seemed to pierce the sky, and even the air was exploding.

"Damn it!" Tang San felt the crisis behind him, and with his only remaining left hand, he grasped the hilt of the Shura Sword and pulled it up hard, trying to pull it out.

Chi~!

As the Shura Sword was pulled out of the ground, the trident behind him was approaching Tang San's vest. He could already feel a thorn in his back, as if he was going to be strung up like a candied haws stick in the next moment.

"what!"

In a hurry, Tang San held the sword in his left hand and turned around to chop.

clang!
The Shura sword slashed on the trident with a loud bang.

But the trident was thrown out by Xu Dongyang with great force, so how could Tang San's hasty counterattack block it?
The halberd was hit by the Shura Sword and only deflected slightly, but it still stabbed straight towards Tang San.

Pfft!

Tang San was stabbed in the side by one of the spikes on the trident. The huge force pushed his body, scraping off the flesh there, leaving a long strip of meat.

Tang San's face was twisted in pain, he looked down at his side abdomen, it was like a broken porcelain, blood was flowing out of it, and there was a pink intestine hanging from the wound. The other end of the intestine was hooked by the trident.

'Am I going to die?! Why is this happening? Maybe I shouldn't have taken this sword.'

Tang San looked down at the Shura Sword, swung the sword to cut off the end of the intestine, and then wanted to stuff the exposed intestine back.

Da da!

But the footsteps behind him made him jump with fear. He turned his head and found Xu Dongyang covering the wound on his left shoulder and walking towards him step by step.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, his strides were big and his speed was fast.

"Tang San, accept your fate. You have already lost and you can't leave." Xu Dongyang said coldly.

"No, I can't die here. I still want revenge and to establish the Tang Sect. If I die, who will continue the Tang Sect's legacy?" Tang San murmured.

His words were very soft, because at this moment he was pale, had lost too much blood, and had little strength left.

But he still relied on his strong willpower to move forward, away from Xu Dongyang behind him.

Ta Ta Ta ~!

The footsteps behind him came closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer, like the judgment of the god of death knocking on Tang San's heart.

puff!
A strange sound was heard in the field, like the sound of someone stepping on a leather strap.

Tang San ignored him and continued walking forward without looking back. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from Xu Dongyang behind him. Even though he was seriously injured, the desire to survive still drove him to flee the scene.

thump!
Suddenly, he fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and as if his body had been hollowed out.

He felt something was wrong and looked down at his body. The blood that had been flowing out of his side abdomen was now pouring out like a faucet. If this continued, he would soon die from excessive blood loss.

"How could this be?"

He spoke in a mosquito-like voice, turned his head to look behind him, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw a sausage appeared on the ground at some point. It was several meters long. One end was under Xu Dongyang's feet, and the other end was under him.

A glimmer of realization flashed across Tang San's eyes. He touched his empty abdomen, and the light in his pupils gradually dissipated.

(End of this chapter)