Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious

Davis's voice fell.

A low voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

With the blessing of soul power, it was like exploding in the air.

"A chrysanthemum, a little devil. You dare to hurt my son? Get out of here!"

Hearing this voice, Tang San, who was tense all over, raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of surprise.

On the other side, Pope Bibi Dong's face became even colder.

He released the pressure on Flanders and stared at the sky.

A low explosion.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan and Ghost Douluo Guimei, the bodies of the two Titled Douluos were bounced back like cannonballs.

The faces of the two changed at the same time.

As Titled Douluos, they attacked at the same time and faced such a result.

This is the first time in many years.

Two black figures appeared silently in the air.

Floating there quietly.

As if they were supposed to belong there.

One of the middle-aged men looked to be in his fifties, tall and sturdy, but his dress was not flattering.

He wore a torn robe without even a patch on it, revealing the pale skin underneath, and his originally regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow.

He looked listless, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been trimmed for many days, and the roots were already white.

The middle-aged man standing next to him was much more delicate.

There were no wrinkles on his face, but there was a "cross" scar on the left forehead, and his hair was black and white, combed straight, meticulously.

He was wearing a black robe, and his strong body stood straight, with a sharp aura that made people tremble with fear.

He was arrogant and had no intention of being polite.

"Dad... Dad..."

Seeing the figure in the air.

Tang San, who had always been strong, seemed to collapse halfway.

Even when he decided to be crushed by Ye Qiu before, the tears that he had not shed finally overflowed from his eyes, and two difficult words slowly came out of his mouth.

Yes!

This sloppy man who appeared out of thin air and hung in the air.

It was Tang San's father.

Compared to the last time they met, Tang Hao at this time looked just a little paler, and there was no change in other places.

And just behind him, a huge black hammer floated out of thin air.

"Tang Hao."

Bibi Dong shouted, staring at Tang Hao in the air with resentment, almost spitting fire.

At the same time, he also looked at another person.

"Who are you?!"

"Your Majesty the Pope, it is really unreasonable to touch the students of my Tiandou Royal Academy."

Mo Wuchang's voice was calm.

Looking at the sword Douluo below who was staring at him closely, the sword intent on his body could not help but become restrained.

"Tiandou Royal Academy? Are you, Tiandou Empire, going to be the enemy of my Wuhun Palace!"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold, and the soul ring under her feet was shining.

"Haha. Why not!"

Mo Wuchang laughed up to the sky.

"How dare you!"

Xue Qinghe's face changed drastically, and she immediately stepped forward to scold him, even calling him by name.

"Mo Wuchang, who gave you the right to represent my Tiandou Empire!"

Xue Qinghe's face was ugly.

She knew that these bastards just wanted to muddy the waters!

"Your Majesty, my Tiandou Empire has no intention of protecting Tang San at all"

"Haha. The prince of a country is so afraid of things"

Mo Wuchang laughed, his face full of disdain, and his eyes looking at Xue Qinghe even had a hint of murderous intent.

If we can take the opportunity to deal with the prince.

That would be great.

Xue Qinghe's face flushed.

"Your Majesty, Mo Wuchang has nothing to do with our Tiandou Empire. You can do whatever you want!"

"In that case, Yueguan, Guimei, kill Tang San first!"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold.

She was sober, and still remembered her original goal!

"Yes!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded.

Raising their hands, Ghost Claw and Chrysanthemum Petal rushed towards Tang San.

Mo Wuchang snorted coldly, Tang Hao faced it coldly, without any fear, and in a flash, the two of them had already landed in front of Tang San.

They attacked Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo respectively.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo retreated to both sides, together with Pope Bibi Dong, the three titled Douluos fully opened their soul power, and the huge pressure made the surrounding soul masters retreat in a panic.

But in the face of these three terrifying pressures like mountains, Tang Hao stood proudly while biting his teeth.

He didn't even use his hands to hold his hammer, and his dim eyes were shining.

"Bibi Dong, do you think you can keep me here?"

Pope Bibi Dong waved her hand fiercely.

A shriek came from her hand, as if responding to her.

In the Pope's Palace, four shrieks sounded at the same time.

"Calling people?"

Tang Hao smiled indifferently, and the stiff expression on his face was even a little creepy.

There was a special temperament in him, without any vitality, and there was no human emotion in his turbid eyes.

Even if there were thousands of troops in front of him, he didn't care.

Just because he was dead!

It was a puppet!

One after another, soul rings rose slowly from under Tang Hao's feet.

The speed of the soul rings rising was not fast, but with the appearance of each soul ring, Tang Hao standing there became heavier and heavier.

The three huge pressures in front of him were barely resisted by the gradually increasing condensed aura on his body, and a quiet area was formed.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The nine soul rings on Tang Hao's body were exactly the same as those on Pope Bibi Dong.

The last soul ring on his body was also a hundred thousand years old.

Although the soul rings were the same.

But at this moment, the aura displayed by Tang Hao was simply not comparable to that of Pope Bibi Dong.

Next to him, Mo Wuchang also summoned his martial soul.

A simple and unpretentious.

The three-foot-long black sword suddenly floated above his head, and the black and white hair stood upside down.

The soul rings under his feet spread out in circles.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

A total of nine soul rings circled up, and countless fine sword edges followed Tang Hao's momentum to resist the oppression of Bibi Dong and others.

Yu Xiaogang, lying on the ground like a dead dog, looked at Tang Hao not far in front of him, with only pleading eyes.

This is his only idol in the soul master world, it was before and it is still now.

How majestic is it to dare to stand in front of the Pope's Palace and challenge the three titled Douluo headed by the Pope alone?

And now, it is still his life-saving straw!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Haotian, save me, save me!"

Yu Xiaogang kept crawling towards Tang Hao.

"Get out of the way!"

Bibi Dong waved his sleeves, and Yu Xiaogang was immediately swept away and fainted on the ground.

Tang Hao coldly swept towards the Pope's Palace behind the Pope.

"Seven titled Douluo, the Spirit Hall is indeed worthy of being the Spirit Hall!"