The Dark God of Douluo descends

Chapter 93

Jian Fengren said with great interest: "What do you want to bet with me?"

Sunan said: "Fight with me. If I win, you don't need to mention Yu Muran anymore. If I lose, you can just mention the conditions."

He didn't want to be fooled by the sword wind blade.

Jian Fengren squinted his eyes, thinking about the bet and Sunan's thoughts. He loves to gamble, but he is very cautious.

Sunan knew that Jian Fengren was afraid, so he smiled disdainfully, "I'm not yet 20 years old, and your majestic master of the four sects, a soul master at the level of Contra, is actually afraid of fighting with me? If you spread the word, you're not afraid of being caught. Are you making fun of others? Oh I forgot, there are still many people here, how will you choose?"

Jian Fengren's face was a bit ugly, "Who the hell are you?"

Sunan smiled and said, "It's just an unknown person."

Jian Fengren cursed in his heart, would an unknown person have a strong soul saint as his servant?
Soul sages are extremely rare, and they are very popular in the upper three sects, but they are willing to be a servant for a young man, which shows that Sunan is the core figure of the upper three sects.

Seeing Sunan's provocative smile, Jian Fengren was in a dilemma, and finally he chuckled, "It's okay, but I'll make you cry when the time comes, so don't play tricks anymore, and don't pester my sect again."

"can."

"Where are you competing?"

"Just here."

Jian Fengren took a deep breath, glanced at the disciples present, and said: "Everyone present, retreat!"

Yu Moran walked to Sunan's side, and said worriedly: "Big brother, why don't you forget it, the suzerain is a level 81 Soul Douluo, you are the only one, you are the Soul Sect, the gap is too big, I'm afraid..."

A resolute light flashed in Sunan's eyes, and he said in a flat tone: "Moran, nothing is impossible in this world, trust me. Go."

"But..." Yu Moran wanted to say something else.

"It's okay, let's go." Sunan patted Yu Moran's head.

"Ah."

Seeing Yu Muran walking away, Sunan looked at Jian Fengren, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Come on."

Yu Moran waved his hand, a long sword appeared in him, a sharp aura poured out, and circles of soul rings rose up.

Yellow yellow purple purple black black black black.

Just looking at the densely packed eight soul rings gave people a huge pressure.

I don't know who shouted "Come on, suzerain", and the atmosphere of the whole venue became active.

"Sovereign, blow up this ignorant thing!"

"You dare to challenge our suzerain before you are 20 years old. I think you are overthinking your capabilities!"

"I bet the suzerain will defeat this man within two strokes."

"I'll take a bet..."

"I bet he'll be scared to the ground..."

All the people here are disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, and no one will cheer for Sunan. If the suzerain loses to a brat, then what face does the Wind Sword Sect have here?

Yu Moran looked at the screaming disciples around him, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Brother Su, come on!"

His shout naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples.

"Where are you from?" A fiery disciple glared at Yu Muran, and punched him directly.

Yu Muran wanted to escape, but there were people all around him, squeezing him so hard that he had no way out. Seeing that a punch was about to hit him, Yu Muran quickly closed his eyes, and the wind of the fist blew his long hair, he was puzzled He opened his eyes and saw a vine grabbing the disciple's arm.

Yu Moran looked at Sunan, "Brother?"

After Sunan smiled at him, he pulled the vine with his big hand, pulled the disciple over, and sent him flying into the crowd with another punch, stirring up a large group of people.

Jian Fengren was a little surprised, he didn't see Sunan release the martial soul, but vines came out, what happened?

"Aren't you going to release your martial soul?" Jian Fengren asked.

"freed?"

Sunan raised his right hand high, and a 1.8-meter-long staff appeared in his hand, and then circles of soul rings rose up, spinning around Sunan.The terrifying aura that was not weaker than the sword wind blade swept across the audience, making people daunting.

"Fuck! Am I hallucinating?"

"I'm colorblind..."

"Is this fake? Soul ring simulation?"

Some people guessed, some people exclaimed.

No one believed that Sunan's soul ring was real.

Because it's not true, no one ever did it.

"Who is this person..." A girl in a snow-white dress looked at Sunan with a shock on her beautiful face.

The girl looked at Yu Muran and asked, "Moran, what is he to you?"

"My elder brother." Even Yu Moran didn't feel it, when he said this, there was a strange sense of elation.

"Your brother..."

The girl looked at Yu Muran differently.

Jian Fengren looked at Sunan's fourth spirit ring which was not weaker than his coercion, frowned and said: "How did you do it? Are you twin spirits?"

Sunan waved his staff and said softly, "Stop talking nonsense. Let's fight!"

Dozens of frosty tendrils were tied to Jianfengren, the first soul ring of Jianfengren was lit up, and the body of the sword became as white as jade. With a swing of the sword, the sword energy cut on the tendrils, but it only cut through the frost. But Teng Man did not break.

The sword wind blade swung out again, and only then did it cut off the vine.

"Good tough control."

If it wasn't for crushing with soul power, he probably wouldn't be able to cut through the frosty vines with ten swords.

"Boy, if you only have this strength, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible." Jianfengren has no desire to fight anymore. He doesn't even believe that such a terrifying talent is not from those terrorist forces.

"Then let you see, what is strength!"

Sunan waved his staff, and the second soul ring lit up, increasing his own attack power by 70.00%. He didn't burn his soul power, and he couldn't fight a Contra.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped out, and a large pit appeared on the hard floor, with cracks spreading like spider webs, and he rushed over, waving his left hand stick, and the frost spread, while his right hand shone with golden light. .

"What's the situation?! I actually feel threatened?"

The sword wind blade looked at Sunan in horror, the fourth soul skill was activated, and with a light swing of the long sword, hundreds of crescents shot towards Sunan, Sunan waved his staff again, and a high wall was raised by the frosty vines to block the attack crescent.

Sunan stepped on the vines with both feet, and flipped over hundreds of crescents with a flip. At the same time, the elemental staff condensed into an ice spear and threw it towards the sword wind blade.

After Jianfengren dodged sideways, Sunan also just landed on the ground, holding Gui Xiaoxiao in one hand, and swung towards Jianfengren.

Jian Fengren looked at Gui Xiaoxiao in horror, the sword intent that he had finally imitated had a crack at this moment, he quickly avoided, but Sunan continued to attack unrelentingly.

"What? The majestic Wind Sword Sect Master, now that you meet the Soul Sect, do you want to avoid it?"

"Do you really think I dare not fight back?!"

Jian Fengren became angry from embarrassment, and swung his sword out, blocking Gui Xiaoxiao.

But the next moment, his face changed...

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