Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

All the audience fell to their knees on the ground.

Even Soul Saints like Murong Qi and Flanders broke out in cold sweat and bowed quickly.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Tang San and Dai Mubai noticed Flanders' pale and frightened face, and were shocked and wanted to say something.

Title fighting spirit!

This is definitely a Titled Douluo!

A few people wanted to look up, but they only moved.

The pressure was so terrifying that it not only caused physical submission, but could even wipe out all fighting spirit.

Even Tang San just raised his head at this moment.

Through the railings, you can see part of the scene on the fighting arena.

On the dome, a figure slowly descended under the dark golden light, like the light of God shining upon the world.

With the appearance of the man, the pressure on everyone in the fighting arena surged again.

Except for a few people from the Spirit Hall on the Soul Fighting Arena, no one else was spared and was favored by the pressure of this Titled Douluo.

The man raised his lips and said in a charming voice, "Look, no one dares to challenge you, so everyone surrenders."

The solemn expressions of Hu Liena and the other person quickly faded away, replaced by surprise and respect.

"Elder Ju."

Hu Liena and the other person bowed and saluted. She was very excited. She didn't expect that the teacher would send Ju Douluo to come along.

Yue Guan chuckled and nodded, then turned his gaze to Su Ming, and a charming and weird voice burst out of his mouth.

"Your remaining opponents should have surrendered."

"Now, are you willing to join my Spirit Hall?"

boom!

The terrifying soul power pressure poured down towards Su Ming like a galaxy.

Su Ming's face turned pale, and he felt that his body was as heavy as a mountain. His muscles and bones were shifting, and he would be destroyed like mud in the next second.

The pressure from the Titled Douluo carries an irresistible force that wants to make people surrender.

Su Ming tightly grasped the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and the soul power in his body rushed towards the sword frantically.

The man is unwilling, and the knife is unwilling too.

Golden light rose from the blade, protecting his body. The pressure on his body was also reduced, allowing him to survive.

"Finally here——"

Su Ming raised his cold face and looked towards the figure in the sky.

Through the dark golden halo, a terrifying figure came into view.

The man was wearing a bright red dress unique to the Spirit Hall, which was inlaid with gold and silver patterns. His chest was shining with precious light, and he looked extremely noble.

His skin was extremely delicate, even softer than a woman's, as tender as a newborn baby's, and his charming appearance was somewhat androgynous.

Ju Douluo, Yue Guan!

Seeing that Su Ming could actually withstand his pressure, Yue Guan let out a surprised cry, and the next second he felt a little annoyed.

"Little ghost, Spirit Hall is your only choice."

“Don’t make the mistake of yourself!”

boom!

The targeted pressure increased again.

boom!

The arena that could withstand the soul skills of soul masters actually collapsed at this moment, and the terrifying pressure pressed Su Ming's feet into the ground.

The pressure has reached the Soul Saint level! !

Blue veins spread across his face like spider webs, and cold sweat ran down Su Ming's face, but he still clenched his teeth and did not let go easily.

It seemed as if all of his internal organs were wailing and trembling, praying that the pressure would subside quickly.

The God-Slayer in Su Ming’s hand was also shaking.

No.

It's not trembling.

But it is the sound of resistance, like a human roar.

This knife is indestructible.

This knife is unmatched.

"Don't want to admit defeat~"

With a forced smile, Su Ming closed his eyes and quietly felt the emotions of the knife.

Time and space seemed to be frozen.

From gathering strength through Sky Strike, to gathering souls through Flying Moon, to gathering spirits through Killing God.

The spiritual power emanated from the body, flowing through the blade of the god-slaying sword, flowing through the handle and blade, and flowing through the soul power in the body...

It's like a wandering child who finally found a home.

The mental strength is high.

The soul power is also excited.

The God Slayer was also excited.

The golden arc-shaped shield that originally protected Su Ming's body also began to develop sharp edges.

Seeing that Shi was indifferent, Hu Liena became a little anxious. If she angered Elder Ju, it would be too late to regret.

"Shi, you better agree to it."

"The Spirit Hall will never bury a genius like you."

Such a genius should not be erased, what a pity~

Hu Liena looked at Ju Douluo Yue Guan with pleading eyes, hoping that he would show mercy, but she swallowed it in the end.

The Spirit Hall needs such geniuses, but cannot tolerate provocations from outsiders.

The dignity of the Spirit Hall must never be violated!

As Hu Liena finished speaking, Su Ming opened his eyes.

His eyes were strange, as desolate as the falling snow, and as dead as a lonely shadow in a cold pond, as if he were dead.

The dark pupils had no emotion, no expression, and no fluctuation.

Like a walking corpse, Su Ming raised the God-Slaying Sword, subconsciously and uncontrollably.

Swish!

A gray-gold light burst out from the God Slayer.

The light exuded an eternal aura, as if it did not belong to a living person, and rushed straight towards the sky.

Bang——, as the knife was swung out, the God Slayer disappeared and Su Ming fell down.

"The power of ants~"

Ju Douluo showed disdain on his face, his right hand formed into a claw, and his terrifying soul power condensed into a five-meter-long claw, trying to destroy the attack.

But the gray airflow did not seem to be restrained by the dark golden claws, and actually passed through the middle, just like Monkey King escaping from Tathagata's Five Finger Mountain.

Swish!

Ju Douluo was horrified and once again gathered his strength to block the gray airflow.

"What exactly is this?"

The gray airflow entered his body as if it were an empty space, right under his nose. Ju Douluo was horrified.

Chapter 121 You guys fight, Tang Hao steals the home base!

boom!

His spiritual platform seemed to be torn apart by a sharp object. Yue Guan felt a sharp pain and subconsciously covered his head.

Like a burnt-out firework, Yue Guan's soul power dissipated.

The pressure from everyone also disappeared at this moment.

Swish——, Yue Guan fell downwards uncontrollably.

Titled Douluo?

Shot down?

Everyone who had just raised their heads looked at Yue Guan with a splitting headache, their eyes filled with horror.

But the next second, Yue Guan stopped.

He looked pale, as if he was having a nightmare.

His eyes were filled with fear and shock, as if he was trembling.

"Boy, you are looking for death!!"

His face was distorted and majestic, and Yue Guan's eyes were murderous.

It was a great shame and humiliation for him, a Titled Douluo, to be injured by a Soul Master.

boom!

The terrifying dark golden claws covered the sky and slapped towards the fighting arena. The spreading soul power ruthlessly knocked Hu Liena and others away.

No matter how outstanding a genius is, he is nothing more than an ant that has not grown up.

The enraged Ju Douluo vowed to leave Su Ming's life here.

"It is shameless for a Titled Douluo to attack a junior."

The domineering voice exploded in everyone's mind and completely woke up Ju Douluo.

"Who?!"

Ju Douluo quickly withdrew his hand and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy.

Swish!

A sharp sword burst out from the passage with a brilliant silver light.

Unrivaled sharpness!!

Nine stars flickered faintly on the sword body, and hit the dark golden claws directly.

The terrifying power raged from the Sword God, chopping off the dark golden claws like cutting melons and vegetables.

Swish!

With a crisp sound, the long sword broke through the air, aiming directly at Ju Douluo.

Seven Killing Swords!

Ju Douluo's heart trembled violently, and a magnificent and huge chrysanthemum suddenly appeared behind him.

Petals fell like rain, and the wind blew violently, transforming into a giant dragon that flew towards the Seven Killing Swords.

boom!

Two energies exploded above the fighting arena.

The terrifying air waves shot towards the surroundings of the fighting arena, knocking everyone in the audience away.

Ju Douluo flew backwards into the sky and hit the dome, and the Seven Kill Sword was also bounced away, turning into a stream of light and falling into the hands of an old man.

"Yueguan, long time no see."

Chen Xin stood there holding a sword, its edge fully exposed, his cold eyes emitting a terrifying aura.