Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Whether it's enough or not, we'll only know after we've tried."

Tang Chen didn't waste any words.

The crimson longsword slashed down, its crimson light tearing through the air, aiming straight for Ling Feng's face.

Ling Feng did not retreat. The right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God lit up, and crimson flames erupted from his fist, colliding head-on with the blood-red sword light.

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, cracks appeared in the walls of the stone chamber, and rubble fell from above.

Ling Feng took a step back, but Tang Chen remained unmoved.

"good.

It's better than last time.

Tang Chen's voice was cold.

Ling Feng remained silent.

The ice and fire dragon wings unfolded behind him, the left wing being ice blue and the right wing crimson.

His speed increased dramatically, and he transformed into a streak of light, traversing the stone chamber.

Tang Chen's sword was fast, but Ling Feng's speed was even faster.

The tenfold speed boost from the Ice and Fire Dragon Wings allowed him to nimbly dodge Tang Chen's sword light.

Tang Chen frowned slightly.

He hadn't expected Ling Feng to be so fast.

He abandoned his dismissive attitude and became serious.

The runes on the blood-red longsword lit up, and a blood-red light surged from the sword, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were a sea of ​​blood.

Ling Feng sensed the killing intent, which was so intense that it almost solidified.

His ice and fire dragon wings trembled slightly with killing intent, but he did not retreat.

The first spirit ring of the Holy Dragon of Light lit up.

The Crimson Flame Dragon God's Shield of Light, a crimson-gold shield of light, condensed around him, enveloping his entire body.

Tang Chen's sword struck the light shield, producing a piercing screeching sound.

The light shield cracked, but it didn't shatter.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Feng waved his left hand.

The Frost Dragon God's Dark Ice, with its icy blue aura, shot out from his palm and flew straight toward Tang Chen.

Tang Chen dodged to the side, and the icy energy shot into the stone wall behind him, causing a large section of the wall to crack.

Tang Chen's expression finally changed.

When did you learn these things?

Ling Feng did not answer.

His right arm lit up again. The right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God combined with the light fire of the Crimson Flame Dragon God of the Holy Dragon of Light, and the two flames overlapped, transforming into a huge golden fire dragon that pounced on Tang Chen.

Tang Chen raised his sword to parry, and the golden fire dragon crashed into the longsword, unleashing a deafening roar.

Tang Chen took three steps back, and Ling Feng also took three steps back.

Neither of them fell.

Chapter 237 Battle

Tang Chen looked at Ling Feng, his bloodshot eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You're much better than last time."

But you still can't kill me.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"I know.

But I'm still going to kill you.

Tang Chen remained silent for a moment.

"why?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Because you are the sword of the Asura God."

I want to break his knife.

Tang Chen smiled.

That smile was bitter.

"I am not the sword of the Asura God."

My name is Tang Chen.

Tang Chen of the Haotian Sect.

Tang Chen of the Killing City.

It wasn't anyone's knife.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Then why would you risk your life for him?"

Tang Chen remained silent for a moment.

"Because he saved me."

He gave me strength.

He gave me a reason to live.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Then what is your reason?"

Tang Chen did not answer.

Ling Feng's seventh spirit ring lit up.

The Dark Dragon King's true form was covered in black dragon scales, and his scarlet vertical pupils resembled two flames.

His aura surged, reaching the peak of level 95, then level 96.

The thin film broke.

In the battle, on the brink of life and death, he finally broke through.

A level 96 Title Douluo, whose power is even greater in the true form of the Dark Dragon King.

Tang Chen's pupils contracted.

"You broke through?"

Ling Feng remained silent.

His right arm lit up again, and this time, he used all his strength.

The right arm bone of the Crimson Flame Dragon God, the light fire of the Crimson Flame Dragon God of the Holy Light Dragon, and the true form of the Dark Dragon King—these three powers combined to form a gigantic black dragon, its body engulfed in golden flames, which lunged at Tang Chen.

Tang Chen raised his sword to parry, and the blood-red longsword collided with the black dragon, unleashing a deafening roar.

The crimson longsword broke, but the black dragon's momentum remained undiminished as it crashed into Tang Chen.

Tang Chen was sent flying backward, crashing through the walls of the stone chamber, through the body of the black tower, and out of the black tower.

Ling Feng unfurled his Ice and Fire Dragon Wings and gave chase.

Tang Chen lay in the ruins, covered in blood, his white hair disheveled, his bloodshot eyes staring at the sky.

His blood-red longsword broke in two; he held one piece in his hand and stuck the other in the ground not far away.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and there was a deep wound on his chest, left by the black dragon.

Ling Feng landed in front of him and looked down at him.

"You lost."

Tang Chen looked at him and smiled.

That smile was one of relief.

"I have lost."

"You do it."

Ling Feng raised the Dragon-Coiling Staff.

Golden light shone from the Panlong Staff; it was the power of the Holy Dragon of Light.

Tang Chen closed her eyes.

The dragon-patterned staff fell.

The sky over the Killing City remained blood-red, but within that crimson hue, a golden light appeared.

That was the light of Lingfeng, the light of the Holy Dragon of Light, and the light of destruction.

Qian Renxue stood on the city wall of Wuhun Capital, looking north.

Jin Chen stood beside her, the trident of Poseidon humming.

Ning Rongrong stood beside Jin Chen, the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda spinning in her palm.

They all sensed the golden light from the north—the light of Ling Feng's victory.

Tang Chen is dead. He has passed the greatest test of the God of Destruction!