Douluo's Yao Douluo

The martial spirit's true form is a state in which the martial spirit will reveal its true form and exert its true strength. It will greatly improve one's own strength with all attributes, and additionally add to the superior abilities of the martial spirit based on the ability characteristics of the martial spirit. The specific bonus effect is related to the type and quality of the martial spirit.

However, although the martial spirit avatar is powerful, it cannot be used without restrictions. Under normal circumstances, the martial spirit avatar's state can only last half an hour. After half an hour, the soul master will fall into a state of total weakness - all attributes will drop by %.

This weak state usually lasts for about seven days. The specific time is not exactly the same and varies from person to person, martial spirit, and physique. The stronger the recovery ability, the shorter the duration of the weak state. Generally speaking, the weak state lasts for seven days.

Therefore, in non-emergency situations, soul masters who have not reached the realm of Titled Douluo will not easily use the spirit avatar. Because as soon as the martial soul's true body state passes, it will immediately fall into a weak state. If it fails to defeat the powerful enemy, it will basically be a narrow escape.

Xie Sheng's soul power was gathering from his limbs and bones toward the giant sword. The soul power circulated rapidly around the giant sword, causing the surrounding air to surge and strong winds to gradually form a tornado.

The boy in purple clothes had no intention of dying, and he became more and more anxious, "Fuck, if you don't come, I will really die!"

Humph, let’s see how you can block it now?

This is my true martial spirit. In this state, my attack power will be increased by %. I don't believe you can still block it?

Xie Sheng held the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and followed the giant sword to spin in place. The speed was so fast that the figure was blurred. Coupled with the tornado caused around him, the momentum has risen to a terrifying level.

Suddenly, Xie Sheng shouted:

"Go straight to Huanglong."

Xie Sheng actually flew out with the giant sword, like a dragon out of the sea, and rushed towards the boy in purple with unrivaled momentum.

It was as if Xie Sheng had achieved the state of man and sword becoming one. Wherever it passed, even the ground was scraped three feet away.

Suck~ so scary!

Facing the invincible giant sword, the boy in purple seemed to have given up without any sign of resistance.

Suddenly, a shocking scream burst out from his mouth:

"Brother Ying, brother Ying, if I die, no one can help you do that..."

Before the boy in purple had finished speaking, a dark figure came through the air. It moved like thunder and was as fast as lightning. It just stood between the giant sword and the boy in purple.

This process seems to be thunderous, but no breath is exposed. This person's control of soul power has reached a terrifying level.

Suddenly he raised his right arm and stretched out two fingers (middle finger and index finger). A huge amount of soul power gathered towards the fingertips, and his momentum suddenly rose, as if the power of the surrounding world was concentrated on this point.

A three-foot long sword suddenly sprang out from his fingertips, emitting white light.

Saying it is white is not accurate. If you look carefully, you will find that the white light is neither bright white light nor dim white light, but a warm white like jade.

This white light was condensed and undisturbed, as if the surrounding darkness had nothing to do with him. It was tightly condensed on the sword body, not revealing a trace.

Just when Xie Sheng and his giant sword arrived, the man waved his arm, and a white light seemed to cut through the night sky, rushing towards the fusion of Xie Sheng and his giant sword.

As soon as the two came into contact, the giant sword shattered inch by inch and dissipated into the night. Xie Sheng did not react and was neatly cut in half.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, and the originally turbulent night returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Only then did we clearly see the figure of the person coming.

This person appears to be around 20 years old.

It can be seen from the body shape that he is a tall and straight man with an ancient (ancient Earth) hairstyle, and the top of his head is tied with a strand of dark blue cloth. The long black hair spread out from the top of the head and hung freely. There is a strand of untied hair on both sides of the forehead, blowing in the wind.

Wearing a plain black shirt, with a plain yellow gourd at his waist, he held a long sword that was not out of his body.

Quite a bit like the casual and unrestrained knights of ancient times (earth ancient times).

It was dark at night, and although the man's appearance could not be clearly seen, it could be seen from his clear and lively eyes that he must be handsome.

"Ying Mensao, why did you come here? You weren't afraid that I would really die. Tell me, did you do it on purpose?" After seeing the person clearly, the boy in purple clothes immediately felt resentful.

The man put away his "light saber" and said, "Not bad."

"you……"

Forget it, I can't beat you.

Just wait for me. Sooner or later, I will expose your hypocritical mask. Although he is wild and uninhibited at heart, he always pretends to be a gentleman and behaves ascetic.

The boy in purple sneered inwardly.

"...If you don't experience the horror of life and death, how do you know where your limits are? How can you break through yourself?" The man in black robes finished his words.

"I don't want to break through myself. Do you think everyone is like you and I'm not crazy?"

The man in black clothes raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, "If you can't break through your own limits and pursue the ultimate... life, what's the point of existence?"

"There are still many beautiful and meaningful things in life, you just haven't discovered them yet."

"For example, medicine. Isn't it meaningful to collect all kinds of precious materials from all over the world and recombine them according to your own rules to produce extraordinary effects?"

"...Another example is taking drugs. Taking the drug that you made yourself and experiencing the extraordinary power brought by that drug is really, really cool! You don't know, this feeling is like...Oh, I'm telling you this. What are you doing? How can the fun in this be experienced by wood?"

Man in ink shirt: "It's meaningless."

The boy in purple: "A waste of life."

The man in the black shirt turned and walked into the night.

"Hey, wait for me."

After hearing the young man's words, the man in the black shirt took a few steps forward, but finally stopped.

Stand with your back straight.

The boy in purple returned to the broken vines and picked them up one by one to inspect them. Those three-flower corpse vines have long since returned to their bud appearance, but the pills wrapping the roots are no longer there.

After turning around in a circle, the boy in purple looked at the palm of his hand and said, "Not bad, there are three of them."

These three buds are different from before. There is a trace of blood red in the middle of the emerald white path. The blood red line only accounts for about half of the path. There seems to be some kind of mystery in this.

Then, he took out three emerald green pills from his dark green pocket, and placed the three buds in his hand together with them in the palm of his hand.

Light green soul power surged out from the palm of his hand, pulling the pills and buds to "embrace" each other. In a moment, each tender tooth was wrapped in a pill again, returning to its original appearance.

The boy smiled with satisfaction, put them in his pocket and tied them up.

The two figures, purple and ink, disappeared into the night...

What is the thing that dries up and flourishes when it is old?

The flowers bloom and fall and no one picks them.

Helplessly, a beautiful woman falls into my arms,

How can we lose the beautiful scenery in a good time?

"My name..."

"Flowers are unscrupulous."

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