Douluo's Evil Soul Master Ancestor

Chapter 162 Sick boy

"I said that if you can break through my defense, I will lose, and if I lose, I will lose. There is nothing to argue about." Under Lin Yufan's pull, Weiqing stood firm and smiled wryly.

"If you use all your strength, maybe I really can't match you." Lin Yufan said with a very relaxed smile on his face.

Seeing Lin Yufan's unrestrained appearance, Weiqing smiled slightly, turned around and walked down the arena, only to see him say with Lin Yufan behind his back, "I hope we won't be enemies next time we meet."

Hearing Weiqing's words, Lin Yufan was a little puzzled, and didn't think too much about it. He stepped off the stage and walked towards Han Long.

"Brother Afan, you are so cool, you actually defeated the soul king of the fifth ring!" Han Long stepped forward to worship Lin Yufan after seeing Lin Yufan.

"It's not considered a victory, he admitted defeat." Lin Yufan shrugged and said.

"Brother Afan is probably the only person who can break through the secret art of the ontology Wei family with the cultivation base of the second ring." Han Long elbowed Lin Yufan's arm, his tone full of admire.

Lin Yufan was the only person Han Long had ever met who could remain so calm in the face of an opponent who was so much higher than himself.

"If it's you, I believe you can do it too." Lin Yufan put his hands on Han Long's shoulders and smiled.

Although he was approved by Lin Yufan, Han Long couldn't be happy, but chose to remain silent. If it was really him, could he be as calm as Lin Yufan?
Even though Lin Yufan had already stepped off the big ring, the entire stadium was discussing Lin Yufan's fight just now, and they didn't have much enthusiasm to watch the other remaining matches.

After all, a soul master with a second ring defeated a soul king with a fifth ring, no matter who it was, it would be difficult for anyone to accept it.

But in the last group, a young man who looked sick caught their attention.

"Admit defeat, I don't want to kill people in front of the young master." A very hoarse but somewhat immature voice came from the mouth of the sick young man.

This sick young man looked older than Lin Yufan, but from him Lin Yufan could feel a cold aura that didn't match his age.

"Why do kids nowadays like to talk big so much?" The sick boy's opponent was a talented swordsman from the Immortal Sword Sect, named Jian Zitao.

"Sad person, since this is the case, I have no choice but to send you to see the great Lord Death." The sick young man didn't even look at Jian Zitao, but talked to himself, and saw a bright red flower like blood. The other shore flower appeared in his hand.

The moment this blood-red Bana flower appeared, the entire arena was enveloped in a very sad atmosphere, and this sad atmosphere could even affect Jian Zitao's mood.

"Cut, you arrogant fellow!" Jian Zitao summoned his Wuhun Tianling Sword, which was a very delicate sword, with two yellow, two purple and one black five soul rings appearing around him.

As soon as the words fell, Jian Zitao rushed towards the sick boy with the Tianling sword in his hand. During the rushing distance, several sword shadows appeared around Jian Zitao's body, mixed with his sword intent. .

Facing Jian Zitao's offensive, the sick young man still didn't look at Jian Zitao, but still looked at the blood-red Bana flower in his hand, his empty eyes were full of deep sadness.

"Sad flower of death, go to the sad person in front of Purdue!" The sick boy threw the blood-red flower of the other side into the air, and said lightly.

At this moment, four soul rings that shocked everyone present appeared behind the sick young man. Even Lin Yufan was shocked when he saw the colors of the four soul rings.

"Four ten-thousand-year soul rings!" Even Wei Haoyang, who had always been calm, couldn't help standing up abruptly when he saw the four black ten-thousand-year soul rings behind the sick boy. Can believe it.

That's right, it was four ten thousand year spirit rings that emerged from behind the sick boy. The moment these four black spirit rings appeared, the audience was shocked.

This boy who seems to be only twelve or thirteen years old can not only cultivate four rings when he is twelve or thirteen years old, but he even has four black ten thousand year soul rings. This kind of soul ring combination is quite terrifying, even if Even the current Lin Yufan only has two thousand year old purple soul rings.

"What? Four ten-thousand-year soul rings?!" After Jian Zitao saw the four black soul rings, the shocked surrounding sword energy became messy.

Jian Zitao originally wanted to retreat first to see the strength of this sick boy, but everyone had already rushed out, and he couldn't retreat in an instant, so he just had to bite the bullet and plan to finish the sick boy in front of him with one blow.

But just as Jian Zitao came up with this idea, the blood-red Bana flower suspended in the air suddenly gave off a bright red color like fresh blood, and it seemed as if fresh blood was flowing on the petals of the blood-red Bana flower.

"Scatter." The sick young man spat out a word lightly, and the petals of the blood-red Bana flower in mid-air suddenly scattered in the air, and the slender blood-red petals floated in the air.

"Split." The sick boy spit out a word again, and those blood-red petals of the other shore flower suspended in the air were like split bodies, changing from one to two to two to four, continuously splitting into dense blood-red petals, in the blink of an eye So he wrapped Jian Zitao in it.

From the black soul ring that lit up behind the sick boy, it can be seen that the blood red Bianhua has changed, which is one of his four ten thousand year soul rings.

"Get up." The sick young man still spit out a word lightly, and those densely packed blood-red petals wrapped around Jian Zitao, as if they had come to life, they all wriggled and spun quickly.

At the moment when these blood-red petals of the other side flowers moved, Jian Zitao suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. This sense of crisis was about to solidify into substance. This was an instinctive reaction from a swordsman.

Jian Zitao had never felt this way before, but Jian Zitao felt that if he couldn't bear this blow, his life might be in danger.

"Tianling Jianxin!" Jian Zitao reacted immediately, and the fifth soul ring, which is currently the strongest, directly lit up.

At this moment, people have a feeling that Jian Zitao and Tianling Sword have merged into one, and Jian Zitao's sword intent has also been brought into full play at this moment.

The sword aura that was about to slacken became bitter again, and sword auras containing sword intent kept appearing around Jian Zitao's body, and at this moment they were actually very similar to those petals in terms of number.

After Jian Zitao condensed his sword energy, the densely packed blood-red petals of the Bana flower around his body began to spin crazily, forming a blood-red tornado formed by the petals of the blood-red Bana flower. wrapped in it.

"Kill!" At this time, Jian Zitao's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly swung the Heavenly Spirit Sword in his hand. With the rapid swing of the Heavenly Spirit Sword, the sword energy around his body also waved quickly. stand up.

"Bang bang bang! The sound of sword energy exploding one after another, and the sound of petals of the blood-red Bana flower shattering came from the blood-red tornado.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zitao was unable to break free from this sick boy's soul skill even though he had the superiority in soul power for a while.


(End of this chapter)