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

Tang Lan spoke, and the voice seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, full of endless determination and coldness:

"Today, Ghost Shadow Douluo must die!"

Every word seemed to be cast in steel, resounding, with cold and bone-chilling murderous intent and unquestionable certainty.

His words echoed in the air, making everyone present feel his indestructible will.

As soon as the voice fell,

the Overlord Spear in his hand burst out with an extremely bright light at this moment.

The light was like the gorgeous fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the night sky, dazzling,

and like the first ray of sunlight that tore through the darkness at dawn, full of hope and the power of destruction.

Tang Lan ignored the attacks of many powerful people from the Holy Spirit Church and the four empires.

Those surging soul power fluctuations that came like a tide, those various and dazzling martial arts skills,

seemed to be illusory bubbles in his eyes, and could not cause any obstacles to him at all.

His figure was as fast as lightning, as fast as a ghost, and his feet were as fast as the wind.

Every step he took shattered the void, and the whole person turned into a stream of light.

With a desperate attitude, he went straight towards Ghost Douluo.

That resolute figure was like a sharp arrow shot from a string,

with the fearless courage of burning his boats and the firm belief of killing, he did not give the enemy any chance to breathe, nor did he leave any way for himself to retreat.

He had only one thought in his mind, that is, to kill Ghost Douluo with a gun, even if there was a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of swords ahead, he would never retreat a single step.

At this time,

the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and the sound of wind, shouting and killing, and the collision of soul power intertwined, as if playing a piece of death.

"No!"

Ghost Douluo widened his eyes full of fear,

his eyeballs seemed to bulge out of his eye sockets, and he screamed hysterically,

the voice was full of endless unwillingness and extreme fear of death.

His face was distorted beyond recognition, and veins on his forehead bulged like winding green snakes.

He didn't expect that facing the siege of many powerful people from the Holy Spirit Church and the four empires, Tang Lan would choose to ignore them directly.

Those were many powerful opponents, and any one of them was enough to make people afraid.

However, Tang Lan seemed to regard them as nothing, with only him, the Ghost Shadow Douluo, in his eyes.

This feeling of being locked in and unable to escape made his heart completely collapse.

He trembled, and his voice was crying:

"How could this happen? How could this happen! How dare he, how could he!"

Cold sweat slid down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes.

He tried to struggle back, stumbling, but found himself as if he was trapped in a quagmire, and every step was extremely difficult.

At this moment, Tang Lan was approaching as fast as a ghost.

His figure was as fast as an illusion, and he crossed the distance of space in an instant.

Ghost Douluo's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the violent beating seemed to burst out of his chest and explode his body.

He frantically mobilized the little soul power left in his body, trying to make a final resistance.

His hands trembled, and he formed a complex hand seal, trying to condense a layer of soul power shield.

"Tang Lan, don't go too far!"

Ghost Douluo roared hoarsely, his voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear, like the cry of a night owl.

However, Tang Lan's face was calm,

it was a kind of indifference like a thousand-year-old ice,

there was only cold murderous intent in his eyes, as if to freeze everything in front of him.

The Overlord Spear, with an unstoppable momentum, pierced Ghost Douluo's throat like a flash of lightning.

The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, with the determination to kill.

"Puff!"

A splash of blood splashed out, forming a sad arc in the air.

The throat of Ghost Douluo was instantly pierced, the wound was hideous and terrifying, and blood gushed out like a spring.

He covered his throat with both hands, and a "cuckoo" sound came out of his mouth. The sound was broken and vague, but he could no longer speak a complete sentence.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and his body slowly fell down, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

At this time, the strong men of the Holy Spirit Church and the four empires were shocked by this scene.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly open, and their faces were full of disbelief.

They didn't expect that Tang Lan could kill Ghost Douluo so decisively and fiercely under such a heavy siege.

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear, and the blood on the tip of the spear fell drop by drop, gathering into a small pool of blood on the ground.

His tall figure looked more majestic and cold against the background of blood.

"A two-ring great soul master... actually killed a titled Douluo?!" A burst of unbelievable exclamations broke out in the crowd, and everyone's expression seemed to be frozen in the moment of extreme shock.

"This is beyond imagination!" An experienced soul master widened his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, "In normal cognition, the gap between a second-ring great soul master and a titled Douluo is like a chasm, how could such a result occur?"

"Oh my God!" A young soul master held his head with both hands, his face full of disbelief, "This completely breaks the common sense of the soul master world and is unacceptable."

"Too unbelievable!" A female soul master next to him covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of astonishment, "What kind of miracle is this, or is this simply an illusion?"

"How could this happen?" An old man kept muttering to himself, his gray beard trembling slightly, "Is this going to subvert the entire soul master world's cognition?"

Everyone looked at each other, with nothing but shock in their eyes. The scene fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of gasps echoing in the air.

"But even if he kills the Titled Douluo, it doesn't matter."

A master from the Holy Spirit Church said coldly with a gloomy face.

His narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a trace of disdain and contempt,

"A small two-ring great soul master, even if he shows off for a while, can't make any big waves."

"He must die too!"

A general from the four empires roared with glaring eyes and gnashing teeth.

His face was full of ferocity, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"This boy is too arrogant. He dares to be so presumptuous in front of us. We must not let him live. Otherwise, where is our face?"

"That's right. Our combined attack has enveloped him. He has no chance to resist now."

Another member of the Holy Spirit Church laughed sinisterly, and that smile made people shudder.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking like he had won the victory, as if he had seen Tang Lan's tragic end.

"This is a must-kill situation that we carefully prepared. He can't escape even if he has wings."

"He can't escape at all, and he doesn't even have time to react." (End of this chapter)