Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 77 Battle

"Game start!"

Wu Qingcang's figure remained unchanged, and six circles of yellow, purple, purple, and black soul rings emerged.

The three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's hands, yellow, purple, black, black and red!Five astonishing soul rings surround the three-pointed two-edged sword.

Long Bushi's face turned ugly, no wonder Bibi Dong was delaying time, but this Yang Jian can absorb 10 years in the fifth soul ring. Could it be that his physical fitness is stronger than Wu Qingcang's?

All the audience were also extremely shocked. Yang Jian was already the soul king, and he also had a 10-year soul ring. You must know that this is a soul ring that even Titled Douluo could only dream of.

Since Yang Jian has a 10-year soul ring, there must be a 10-year soul bone, and the gap between Wu Qingcang's soul power has been shortened by a lot in an instant.

Yang Jian does have a 10-year-old soul bone, but it has nothing to do with this soul bone.

Wu Qingcang would not be too rude, everyone has their own opportunities, no one must be better than others in all aspects, Wu Qingcang understood this very early on.

The two started at the same time, their bodies were violent, and they collided in the center of the arena. Both of them punched each other, neither of them used their soul skills.

Both sides did not move. The punch seemed to be evenly matched. Yang Jian took the lead, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife in his left hand and slanted towards Wu Qingcang.

Wu Qingcang swung his figure backwards, avoiding the saber, and swung his fist again, this fist carried an incomparable momentum.

Possibility? Yang Jian smiled slightly, and switched the three-pointed and two-edged knife to his right hand. The three-pointed and two-edged knife stabbed straight at Wu Qingcang's fist. At the same time, a majestic and cold aura emanated from Yang Jian's body.

This is the first time that Yang Jian has released his own power when he came to this world. Although Yang Jian has restrained himself, this power still overwhelms Wu Qingcang's general power.

Wu Qingcang's momentum was suppressed, but he became more excited, turning the general momentum into an unprecedented momentum, all the momentum was condensed by Wu Qingcang in one punch.

The three-pointed two-edged knife pierced Wu Qingcang's fist, but it didn't break Wu Qingcang's skin, but was slightly suppressed by Wu Qingcang.

Yang Jian's figure flickered, and he came to Wu Qingcang's side and slashed out with a three-pointed two-edged knife. Wu Qingcang took the knife and punched Yang Jian.

Yang Jian caught Wu Qingcang's punch with his left hand, grabbed Wu Qingcang's fist, and stabbed Wu Qingcang's chest with the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his right hand.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife did not leave any traces on Wu Qingcang. Wu Qingcang broke away from Yang Jian's palm and rose into the air.

Wu Qingcang's martial soul is exactly his body, the whole body, Wu Qingcang does not have any weaknesses.

The first and second soul rings on Yang Jian's body flickered, and the three-pointed two-edged knife was thrown, and his figure also jumped up.

Wu Qingcang casually pushed aside the three-pointed two-edged knife, and stepped on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian made a fist with his right hand and met the kick. At the same time, the fifth soul ring on his body flickered, and the blood-red light was breathtaking.

"Purple Nether Battle Body."

One of the two soul skills Zijiao brought to Yang Jian, 50.00% increase in body strength, 80.00% increase in strength, 50.00% increase in speed, lasts for half an hour, a powerful increase-like soul skill.

Although Yang Jian is below and does not have an advantage in terms of position, under the powerful increase, Wu Qingcang is still at a disadvantage in the collision between fists and feet.

At this time, Yang Jian's figure had reached the same height as Wu Qingcang, and the three-pointed double-edged knife returned to Yang Jian's hand, and slashed across Wu Qingcang's neck.

Wu Qingcang smiled wantonly, the only century-old soul ring on his body lit up, Wu Qingcang used the soul skill for the first time.

Wu Qingcang's body swelled slightly, his muscles bulged, his left arm blocked the three-pointed double-edged knife, and his right hand punched out again.

In Yang Jian's right hand, the three-pointed and two-edged knife slid back, and his left hand grabbed the handle, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife lay horizontally in front of him, blocking Wu Qingcang's punch.

The two kicked each other at the same time, and tacitly did not use their feet to resist, but both kicked each other's body.

The figures of the two pulled apart, and the momentum of jumping up was exhausted, and they fell to the ground at the same time.

While falling, Yang Jian threw the three-pointed two-edged knife again, and the second soul ring on Wu Qingcang's body lit up at the same time.

With one punch, the three-pointed and two-edged knife exploded, and the intention of the fist continued, and the invisible intention of the fist bombarded Yang Jian.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, both of them had not adjusted their figures, and they hit the ground heavily, leaving two footprints where they landed.

The figures of the two approached again at the same time, Wu Qingcang threw a punch, Yang Jian swung a knife, punching the knife, Wu Qingcang did not fall into the disadvantage at all, but had a slight advantage.

Wu Qingcang grabbed the three-pointed and two-edged knife with his backhand, and made a fist with the other hand, and Yang Jian released the three-pointed and two-edged knife directly, and used his left hand to catch Wu Qingcang's punch.

A punch with his right hand hit Wu Qingcang's chest, but Wu Qingcang didn't seem to feel it, and kicked Yang Jian's head. Yang Jian ignored the kick, and instead punched Wu Qingcang in the face again.

Wu Qingcang kicked Yang Jian at the temple, approached Yang Jian, and punched Yang Jian again.

Yang Jian resisted punches and kicks, and his movements were not slow. The three-pointed double-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's hands again, and the third soul ring on his body flickered.

The three-pointed two-edged knife pierced Wu Qingcang's throat at a tricky angle. Wu Qingcang didn't retreat, but approached again, and the third soul ring on his body lit up.

Wu Qingcang's body surface seemed to have a film of light, and the three-pointed two-edged knife under the blessing of the third soul skill still failed to leave a mark on Wu Qingcang.

Yang Jian let go of the three-pointed and two-edged knife, let the three-pointed and two-edged knife fall to the ground, close to Wu Qingcang's body, grasped Wu Qingcang's arms with both hands, and at the same time put one knee on Wu Qingcang's abdomen.

Yang Jian pinched Wu Qingcang's elbow slightly with his fingers, and twisted Wu Qingcang's arm into a strange angle.

Wu Qingcang's fourth soul ring shone, and he broke free from Yang Jian's shackles directly. His punch seemed to slowly land on Yang Jian's chest, but Yang Jian felt that the space around him seemed to become sticky.

Yang Jian retreated sharply, seeing Wu Qingcang's Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he was swallowing something, Yang Jian frowned slightly, Wu Qingcang seemed to be swallowing blood.

With Wu Qingcang's body strength, how could such an attack hurt him, unless Wu Qingcang was injured, Yang Jian stopped his movements.

"Are you hurt?"

It seems that Wu Qingcang's injury is not serious, otherwise Wu Qingcang's physical fitness would have recovered long ago, and he would not have lost the chain in the battle.

Wu Qingcang shook his head casually and said calmly.

"It's okay, continue."

Wu Qingcang took the lead and approached Yang Jian again, as if he didn't want Yang Jian to hesitate, so he swung his fist with unrivaled momentum.

This is also the first time Yang Jian punched Wu Qingcang's peak head-on. The power of this punch seemed to change the color of the world, the sun and the moon sank, and the whole world was pressing on Yang Jian.

This punch was not fast, but it was unavoidable, Wu Qingcang was full of vigor, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured at all.

Yang Jian smiled slightly. Such an opponent is rare in life, and deserves Yang Jian's respect and seriousness.

Yang Jian held three-pointed double-edged knives in both hands, and the same momentum collided head-on with Wu Qingcang's momentum. When they collided with each other, Yang Jian obviously bullied Wu Qingcang a little bit.

The majestic, icy, and icy hell-like power directly knocked away most of Wu Qingcang's power wandering around his body.

But the power of Wu Qingcang's fist became more solid, and Yang Jian had already restrained a lot, and he did not overwhelm others with force again, and struck out with the three-pointed and two-edged sword.

Wu Qingcang's punch collided with the three-pointed and two-edged sword, and the three-pointed and two-edged sword was deflected by Wu Qingcang's punch.

This punch hit Yang Jian's heart, and Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife also slashed across Wu Qingcang's body again.

Yang Jian took a few steps back, but the three-pointed and two-edged sword still did not leave any traces on Wu Qingcang. Wu Qingcang gained the power, swept his body up, and pointed at Yang Jian's head with a side kick.

Yang Jian threw the three-pointed two-edged knife again, and at the same time his figure flashed to avoid the blow. Wu Qingcang had no choice but to kick the three-pointed two-edged knife away, and his figure fell to the ground.

Yang Jian stopped at the place where Wu Qingcang fell, and the three-pointed two-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's hand again, stabbing at Wu Qingcang above.

　guess who won
　　
　
(End of this chapter)