Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

The sound of the wind around him seemed to stop because of his resolute words, and the whole space was shrouded in the breath of death.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to freeze people's souls.

"Really? I want to see how you can attack Tang Lan with us here to protect you today!"

Ice Bear Douluo snorted coldly, his tall and mighty body was like an unshakable mountain, exuding a shocking momentum.

His broad chest rose and fell violently, like surging waves,

His sturdy arms were clenched tightly, with blue veins bulging, like winding green dragons,

as if containing endless power, and could break free from the restraints and burst out at any time.

His thick palms seemed to be able to crush boulders easily, and at this moment they were trembling slightly because of anger,

Every tremor seemed to cause a small earthquake.

Ice Bear Douluo's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were burning with rage,

The flames seemed to swallow up Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo instantly, leaving no residue.

His voice exploded like thunder:

"You shameless people, do you think you can scare us with a few harsh words? It's just a foolish dream!"

The voice was deafening, stirring up layers of ripples in the air,

as if to shatter everything around.

His stern eyes swept across Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo, with undisguised provocation and contempt.

The eyes were like a sharp blade, cutting the enemy's mental defense line.

His knife-like face was tense at this moment, and the lines became more and more resolute.

The stubble on his chin was as hard as a steel needle, as if it could pierce the enemy's skin.

"Today, as long as I am here, you can't touch Tang Lan's hair!"

The oath of Ice Bear Douluo echoed in the air, firm and resolute.

At this time,

Ice Bear Douluo's momentum continued to rise, and the temperature around him seemed to drop sharply because of his anger.

The air was filled with a cold breath.

The cold seemed to be able to solidify people's blood.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack slightly, as if it could not withstand his majestic momentum.

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, making people tremble with fear.

As soon as the voice fell, Ice Bear Douluo took the lead in attacking Ghost Scythe Douluo.

He stomped his big foot on the ground, and the whole earth trembled, and sand and rocks flew in an instant.

The powerful force made the earth groan in pain.

His burly body was like a cannonball, rushing towards Ghost Scythe Douluo with an indomitable momentum.

His speed was as fast as lightning, and the air was torn apart wherever he passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a raging fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn Ghost Scythe Douluo to ashes.

As he charged, the surrounding air was squeezed by his powerful force and made a "sizzling" sound,

forming a series of air vortices visible to the naked eye.

Those vortices were like the big mouths of demons, trying to swallow everything.

Ice Bear Douluo roared like thunder.

His sturdy arms were raised high, and his muscles were tense, as if they were made of steel.

The clenched fist carried a force like a tidal wave, and smashed towards Ghost Scythe Douluo fiercely.

The power contained in that fist seemed to be able to destroy a mountain.

At the same time, the first soul ring on Ice Bear Douluo's body lit up, and the bright light was like a scorching sun, instantly illuminating the dim battlefield.

The light was so dazzling that people couldn't look directly at it, as if the light of the gods had descended on the earth.

The light contained endless power and majesty, which made people dare not look directly at it.

It seemed that as long as you took a look, you would be swallowed by the power in it.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic soul power surged out from the soul ring and quickly poured into Ice Bear Douluo's body.

His muscles bulged instantly, and his veins bulged, as if he was about to break through the shackles of his skin, showing a terrifying power beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, Ice Bear Douluo was like an ancient war god descending, exuding an unrivaled aura.

His existence seemed to be a symbol of victory, making the enemy fearful and deterred.

"Leave this Ice Bear Douluo to me!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly,

His sinister eyes revealed a sense of determination and ruthlessness.

The third soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, and the light was like a ghost fire from the abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, dark green and strange.

"Third soul skill, Ghost Scythe Slash!"

He shouted, his voice full of endless murderous intent.

At the same time,

The ghost sickle in his hand was instantly wrapped in a layer of thick dark green light,

and there was a faint shrill ghost cry in the light, which made people shudder.

Ghost Scythe Douluo held the long handle of the ghost sickle tightly with both hands and raised it high.

As he moved, the air around him seemed to be distorted by this evil force, forming waves visible to the naked eye.

He swung the ghost sickle violently, and a huge dark green sickle blade broke through the air, whistling towards Ice Bear Douluo with a breath of destruction.

Wherever the sickle blade passed, the space was torn apart, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if it was going to split the whole world in two.

The sickle blade flashed with strange runes,

emitting a disgusting evil breath, as if it was a death blade summoned from the depths of hell, and it was going to completely devour Ice Bear Douluo.

"What an evil power, I feel as if my soul is about to be devoured."

Tang Ya stared at the ghost sickle emitting a strange light, her voice trembling, her heart trembling.

Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

Jiang Nannan and Yu'er also nodded, their bodies trembling slightly, and that kind of power made them very uncomfortable.

Jiang Nannan bit her lips tightly, frowned, and said:

"This power is too terrible, and it makes people feel irresistible and desperate."

Yu'er hugged her hands in front of her chest, as if to give herself some sense of security, and her voice was a little crying:

"I have never seen such evil power, I feel that the whole person is going to be crushed by it."

Ma Xiaotao's reaction was better than theirs, but facing the creepy soul skills of the ghost sickle Douluo, her face also became solemn.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, her hands unconsciously clenched, and said:

"Everyone be careful, this is definitely not something we can deal with easily."

Tang Lan then waved her sleeves gracefully,

a gentle force just like the warm spring breeze, slowly and gently enveloping the four girls.

The force was as soft as a veil, but it contained a firm sense of protection, strands of it, dense and continuous.

The four girls suddenly felt relaxed,

as if the heavy shackles that had been tied to their bodies had suddenly broken,

the depression and discomfort brought by the previous evil force instantly dissipated like smoke without a trace. (End of this chapter)