Douluo Tang San, stop rolling

At this moment, the King of Killing was not only eroded by the endless killing intent in the Shura Sword, but also aroused the wildness of the blood-red nine-headed bat king himself.

Dangdang Dangdang!

At this moment, the King of Killing was like a madman, constantly swinging his sword at Xu Dongyang in front of him, like a violent beast. Although his momentum was much stronger and more violent than before, in Xu Dongyang's eyes he was seeking his own death.

An irrational beast is much easier to deal with than a rational king of killing.

"It seems that you can't control the sword! How about giving it to me?" Xu Dongyang suddenly smiled faintly.

He raised the halberd in his hand, and the Shura Sword chopped between the halberd's cracks with a clang sound. Then, a water-blue halo suddenly emanated from the center of his brows. Then, he shouted softly, and a sound wave ripple spread out, causing the King of Slaughter, who was already very close and mentally unstable, to lose consciousness and almost stumble to the ground.

Xu Dongyang used the 100,000-year-old spiritual head soul bone skill from the mermaid tribe—soul sound shock!

Taking advantage of the stagnation of the King of Slaughter's strength, Xu Dongyang showed a sneer on his face. He turned his wrists and turned the halberd in his hand, forcibly peeling the Shura Sword from the King of Slaughter's hand. Then he put the halberd on the ground, turned around and kicked the King of Slaughter in the chest.

boom!

Xu Dongyang kicked the King of Killing right in the chest, sending it flying to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"The King of Slaughter is defeated already?" Tang San was shocked, and then cursed inwardly: "What a waste!"

At the same time, he began to worry. If the King of Slaughter was not his opponent, he would surely die.

Thinking of this, Tang San held his breath and retreated cautiously.

Da da~!

But before he could take two steps, he saw Xu Dongyang turned around and looked at him with a sneer: "Want to escape? No way! You'd better stay there!"

After saying that, Xu Dongyang swung the halberd in his hand, and the Shura Sword that was originally stuck in the gap between the halberds flew out, and with a whoosh, it turned into a red arrow and flew towards Tang San.

"not good!"

Tang San's face changed drastically, and he was about to use Ghost Shadow Steps, but his face turned pale, his steps were weak, and he failed to dodge in the first place. The Shura Sword pierced his right chest and flew backwards. He was nailed to a black wall by the Shura Sword like a rag.

(End of this chapter)

234. Chapter 234 Tang Chen

234.

Pfft!

Tang San was pierced through the right chest by the Shura Sword and was nailed to a wall, blood gushing out from the wound.

Tang San's face turned pale. He held the Shura Sword in front of his chest with both hands, trying to pull it out with all his strength, but the Shura Sword seemed to have an invisible magic power.

Not only was it absorbing his blood, it was also firmly embedded in his body like steel bars, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it at all.

Not just anyone can use a divine weapon, not to mention that Tang San is already seriously injured and has very little combat power left.

Xu Dongyang looked at Tang San's struggle indifferently and said softly: "Tang San no longer has the ability to resist. He is just meat on the chopping board. Now we need to get rid of the King of Slaughter first."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the King of Killing, and rushed towards him without any hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the King of Killing let out a light shout and raised his right hand. Suddenly, a large amount of blood emerged out of thin air. The strong bloody smell made Xu Dongyang feel pungent and nauseous, and he couldn't help but frowning slightly.

The King of Slaughter clenched his right hand, and a large clot of blood condensed into a five-meter-long blood-red spear. The spear was covered with black magic patterns and emitted a strong fishy smell.

"die!"

Seeing Xu Dongyang approaching, the King of Killing waved his right hand without any hesitation, and the blood-red spear in the air flew towards Xu Dongyang.

Xu Dongyang remained calm, raised the halberd in his hand and thrust forward.

clang!

The blood-colored energy collided with the blue-gold light, and after only a moment of stalemate, the blood-colored spear began to break into pieces bit by bit.

The blue-gold light seemed to have a purifying effect. With just one encounter, the surging blood-colored energy was like ice encountering fire, and gradually dissipated and evaporated.

"Impossible! I am the King of Killing. How could I lose?"

The King of Slaughter had a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes were full of fear as he watched the bloody spear in front of him break into pieces.

Chi!

In the end, the halberd shattered the spear and pierced straight through the chest of the King of Killing.

Squeak~!

Just as three bloody holes were pierced in the chest of the King of Killing, a sharp and piercing cry suddenly came out of his mouth, like a ghost roaring in pain.

At the same time, his body was struggling violently and his breath was violent, like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

Xu Dongyang raised his eyebrows, and his right hand holding the halberd tightened unconsciously. At the same time, the light of the sea god on the trident also flowed into the body of the King of Killing through the wound.

All of a sudden.

The sharp, piercing, painful wailing became more intense.

Obviously, the winner has been decided.

The King of Slaughter, whose body was pierced by the trident and whose heart was pierced by one of the trident spikes, was rapidly losing his vitality. It was obvious that he was not far from death.

but.

Xu Dongyang looked at the other party's painful appearance without much joy on his face, because although the other party's life breath was rapidly weakening, his soul power was rapidly rising.

He felt as if an ancient ferocious beast had awakened in the other person's body.

The shrill voice was fading.

The King of Slaughter's body gradually stopped struggling, and a hint of human clarity appeared in his eyes.

"I never thought that there would be a day when I would wake up!" the King of Killing sighed.

His voice was no longer deep and hoarse as before, but became strong and powerful, as if it was spoken by two different people.

"Tang Chen?!" Xu Dongyang asked solemnly.

He felt the change in the other person's eyes. Before, they were full of bloodthirstiness and violence, but now they were filled with depth and vicissitudes.

He understood immediately that the real owner of this body had woken up.

Tang Chen did not reply, but just glanced at Xu Dongyang, then lowered his head to glance at the Poseidon's Trident that pierced his heart.

He lowered his head and was silent for a while, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Soon, he recalled all the events of this incident in his mind, and then raised his head again, but he did not look at Xu Dongyang, but looked at Tang San not far away and asked: "How is the Haotian Sect?"

Tang San was stunned. Although he didn't understand what happened, he still said, "The Clear Sky Sect has been destroyed by the Spirit Hall. I am one of the few survivors of the Clear Sky Sect. Who are you?"

"Is that so? Is the Haotian Sect already destroyed?" Tang Chen had a sad look on his face, muttering to himself.

Xu Dongyang frowned, he felt that something was wrong. Obviously, Tang Chen had recognized Tang San's identity as a member of the Haotian Sect.

He clenched the trident in his hand and pushed forward with all his might, trying to completely destroy the opponent's heart.

pat!

But Tang Chen stretched out a hand and firmly grasped the halberd, like a pair of pliers, preventing it from advancing an inch. At the same time, he looked up at Xu Dongyang and said, "Young man, don't worry. I don't have much time left to live."

There was a pause.

He said again: "Tang San, my name is Tang Chen, I am considered the ancestor of the Haotian Sect. I don't have time to explain to you why I appeared here and became the King of Slaughter. Remember, I only have one chance to strike. Whether you can survive depends on your luck. If you survive, you must revitalize the Haotian Sect."

After saying that, Tang Chen raised his right hand.

The Shura sword that was stuck in Tang San's chest actually broke away automatically and flew back into Tang Chen's hand.

Tang San slid down the wall, looked at the other person in shock, and said: "Are you the ancestor of Tang Chen?"

Tang Chen did not reply. The moment the Shura Sword fell into his hands, his aura exploded like a volcano.

His black hair fluttered, and a visible column of soul power on his body reached the sky. He slowly clenched the Shura Sword with both hands and injected surging soul power into it. At this moment, the Shura Sword was as hot and bright as a blood-red sun.

Xu Dongyang's pupils shrank. At this moment, he felt the biggest crisis he had ever encountered. Tang Chen's aura locked onto him, and the energy condensed on the Shura Sword made him a little frightened.

Pfft!

He pulled out the trident, and a flower of blood spurted out from Tang Chen's chest, but his burly body still stood straight without a single shake.

Those deep and vicissitudes eyes stared straight at Xu Dongyang, who was less than three meters away in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Shura Slash!"

next moment.

He swung the Shura Sword in his hand from top to bottom, slashing vertically forward.

bass!

A blood-red sword energy nearly a hundred feet long slashed towards Xu Dongyang. It was so powerful that it pierced through heaven and earth. Wherever the sword energy passed, the earth cracked, and an abyss leading to darkness appeared.

"not good!"

Xu Dongyang was only three meters away from the opponent. The blood-red sword energy that reached the sky was about to arrive in an instant. He immediately held the halberd with both hands to block it in front of him.

clang!

With a loud bang, the knuckles of Xu Dongyang's hands were broken. The hundred-foot-long blood-red sword energy pushed the trident backward against Xu Dongyang's chest, smashing countless buildings along the way, leaving behind a pile of ruins and a long and deep crack in the ground.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 235: Tang San's Death

235.

"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.