Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 406 Cyclone Wind Chime Slash

Soul Customs.

In front of the city gate.

Tang San sat high on the throne of wisdom and spirit, looking down on the entire Sun and Moon Army. With a slight movement of his finger, he made the entire army kneel in submission, and even two of the three Title Douluos were directly crippled.

Goron never imagined that this battle would be so easy.

and so--

Tang San's previous plan was just to tell him, the marshal. How to do it was entirely up to him, because he was invincible.

Fortunately, Tang San is not only the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, but also the Silver Blue Earl of Heaven Dou, and seems to be on brotherly terms with Emperor Qinghe... This is a stroke of good fortune for Heaven Dou!

Golong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then burst into laughter: "The Sun and Moon bandits are utterly pathetic!"

Those who were unaware of the existence of the Soul Imprint Throne, such as Yu Feng, Oslo, Yu Tianheng, and Dugu Yan, were extremely shocked at this moment. They did not know what kind of treasure it was that was so powerful. The person sitting on it could reduce the enemy's fighting strength by more than half with just a flick of his finger.

"We have received your sincerity. Get up."

Tang San did not descend from the throne of wisdom and spirit. Instead, he tapped the armrest, and the throne immediately split into more than ten projections, which landed behind Xiao Wu, Guang Ling, Huo Wu, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Hu Liena, and other generals who had fought alongside him. They were lifted up and arranged on both sides of him.

Among the crowd, except for Hu Liena, it was the first time that everyone had sat on the Soul Imprint Throne and felt the terrifying amplification that the throne gave them. They were all shaken to their core.

Especially in terms of mental strength, they can observe everything on the entire battlefield from every angle!

Even if someone in the Sun and Moon Legion were to make a small move, it would be clearly observed, and the image of the enemy's next move would appear in the mind three seconds in advance.

"Now, the duel begins. You should send your people out first, since you are the challengers."

Ao Long slowly rose to his feet, his face covered in sweat. Looking at Yi Hongchen and Jun Youwei beside him, who were unable to get up due to their broken spines, and the large group of soldiers behind him who couldn't even crawl, he roared angrily, "Why do you humiliate us like this!"

"I'll count to three." Tang San held up three fingers. "If you don't send anyone, then you don't need to go back. Even if they are unwelcome guests, we will treat them well."

"three."

A bead of sweat trickled down Ao Long's forehead as he realized he was now the prey, and the other party the butcher. If he didn't agree, he feared his entire army would be wiped out.

escape?

There was no chance.

Now, all he can do is stall for time. He has secretly sent a message to Xiaohai City through his communication soul tool, assuring them that the Three Elders will come to their rescue.

"two."

Ao Long said to the Soul Saint beside him, "Feng He, you go first."

"Yes." The Soul Saint named Feng He swallowed hard, but still shouted to bolster his courage. Holding a Soul Guidance Spear, a pair of white wings sprouted from his back. He landed in the middle of the battlefield and shouted, "Feng He, a level 78 Soul Saint, who dares to fight me!"

"This guy is pretty brave." Yu Feng chuckled, eager to try. Seeing Tang San nod, he left the Soul Imprint Throne, flapped his wings and flew to Feng He, saying, "Yu Feng, a level sixty-one Soul Emperor."

Upon hearing that his opponent was merely a Soul Emperor, Feng He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Hoping to buy time, he scoffed, "A mere Soul Emperor dares to challenge me?"

"act recklessly!"

Yu Feng sneered and remained silent. He simply activated his Martial Soul, and six Soul Rings appeared one after another: two yellow, two purple, and two black.

Upon seeing this, Feng He knew that the other party was about to make a move, so he also released his spirit rings: one white, two yellow, two purple, and two black. Among the seven spirit rings, the first spirit ring was white.

With a flap of its wings, it soared into the sky.

Fenghe also took flight, chasing after its opponent. The two clashed in the air, testing each other's strength, speed, and defense.

Through a brief exchange, Yu Feng realized that his opponent's physical strength was inferior to his own, and that his flying style was straightforward and not as agile as his own.

"So, I'm already this strong?"

Yu Feng sensed the whirlwind created by the other's flight, chuckled, spread his wings, and like a swooping eagle, crashed into Feng He.

"Do we want to die together?"

Feng He was startled. If he were hit by the other party, even if he survived, he would definitely be seriously injured. Moreover, how could the other party possibly launch a suicidal attack on him?

Therefore, Fenghe anticipated the location and direction from which the wind would strike, and dodged it immediately.

Swish!

A flash of white light tore through Yu Feng's close-fitting armor and slashed a large gash across his chest.

This is the first soul skill of the Wind Rider: Wing Blade.

Using the gravitational acceleration of descent, he planned to use his first soul skill the instant he got close to his opponent, cleaving them in two... Unfortunately, his opponent dodged the attack.

"As a Soul Saint, he does have some skill." In the instant they missed each other, Yu Feng silently assessed him. "But his strength is weaker than that of a Soul Saint with an ordinary bird-type martial soul, especially in reaction speed, where he's far inferior. Is it because he's used to using soul tools?"

In the instant he turned his head, Yu Feng saw that Feng He, with a wound on his chest, was enduring the pain and pointing his spear at him. The moment he injected his soul power, the spearhead suddenly lit up with a ball of light, emitting a white beam of light.

But Yu Feng reacted quickly, dodging in an instant and swirling around his opponent in a graceful manner. The speed was so fast that it even created a hurricane, trapping him inside.

He himself seemed not to be flying in the air, but rather moving through the whirlwind, quite gracefully.

"Impressive wind control," Yu Tianheng exclaimed. "It seems he didn't neglect his cultivation during his adventures on the continent. Not only did he reach the Soul Emperor level, but he was also able to create such a strong wind by relying on the advantages of his Martial Soul without using any Soul Skills. It's as if he controls the wind."

Controlling the wind?

Do not!

It is about controlling airflow.

Tang San revealed a look of satisfaction, thinking to himself, "It seems that Yu Feng has kept my advice in mind. During training, he must be constantly sensing the flow of air, and then using the wind element carried by his own martial soul to draw in the airflow of the environment and gather it together, thereby achieving the goal of controlling the airflow."

Hiss!

As the hurricane took shape, Fenghe felt as if his entire body was being scraped by countless blades, his flesh being peeled away from his skeleton little by little, his soul power circulation was blocked, and he could not use his soul skills. He could only passively accept the hurricane's ravages.

"Cyclone Wind Chime Slash!"

With a soft shout, Yu Feng's white figure seemed to transform into a blade, flashing through the swift hurricane and constantly passing by Feng He.

Ding Ding Ding!

Each time the white "blade" sliced ​​through Fenghe's body, it emitted a soft, bell-like sound. The crisp sound was so captivating, it was as if it weren't cutting an enemy, but rather playing a beautiful melody…

(End of this chapter)