Douluo: Fusion of the Heavens

On the huge scene

At this moment, the Titan Snow Demon King's whole body was shrouded in black flames, and his body was devoured bit by bit, making a tearing scream.

"As expected of a 20-year-old soul beast, this life force is quite strong."

Looking at the Titan Snow Demon King who was still struggling after being hit by the Holy Judgment Sword, Wang Xiaogang couldn't help but sigh.

At least this vitality is much stronger than the ordinary 10-year-old soul beast like Bingya Canglang King.

"Yell humans you can't kill me"

With roaring sounds mixed with wailing sounds, the Titan Snow Demon King continued to struggle.

But how can it be so easy to resist the sinful flames on the Sword of Holy Judgment.

The Titan Snow Demon kept struggling, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

At the same time, on the city wall of the extreme northern base.

The several titled Douluo's eyes were focused, and there was a trace of greed and intention in their expressions.

"I want that hammer spirit"

"I want that 10-year-old soul ring"

"I want the soul ring and soul bones of the Titan Snow Demon King."

"The rest depends on their own abilities."

After a brief exchange, a total of five people had reached a consensus.

At this moment when the Titan Snow Demon King's breath was cut off, his eyes immediately focused and his expression changed.

"Hands on"

One person shouted, and then the five of them jumped up and went straight to Wang Xiaogang.

"Boom boom boom boom"

Five majestic soul powers exploded in a row, and the five titled Douluo-level experts all attacked together.

The five people have high and low soul powers, two are at level 92, two are at level 93, and only one is at level 94.

At this moment, nine soul rings appeared under the feet of the five people. In an instant, the world was illuminated by the light of the soul rings.

"Martial spirit appears"

There was a loud shout, and in the next second, the martial arts spirits in the five people's bodies condensed out.

Martial spirits are rare, but as titled Douluo, they can.

As long as you kill enough, you can eventually generate a martial spirit.

"Hmph, I finally couldn't help but take action."

With a cold shout, Wang Xiaogang turned around and looked at the people rushing towards him, looking at the breathless Titan Snow Demon King beneath him.

As early as the battle, he noticed that there was an aura locking on him.

"Five titled Douluo, they really look down on me."

Looking at the five titled Douluo who were showing off their martial arts at this moment, Wang Xiaogang smiled softly without any fear.

"Seal him."

Among the five, the strongest man was shouting at the sky.

The next second, a figure of a titled Douluo with the spirit of a vulture rushed over, bypassed from one side, and blocked Wang Xiaogang's retreat.

The rest of the people surrounded Wang Xiaogang.

“So confident”

Looking at the five people who were actually scattered, Wang Xiaogang couldn't help but shook his head, slightly disappointed.

"tread."

As the body fell from mid-air, Wang Xiaogang couldn't help but glance around.

"Five titled Douluo, is this the confidence you have to take action?"

After taking a look at the huge body of the Titan Snow Demon King, Wang Xiaogang slowly walked towards the leading man.

"A level 94 titled Douluo, not even a Super Douluo. I really don't know who gave you the courage."

Feeling the soul power emanating from the latter, Wang Xiaogang shook his head.

"You all should take action together, otherwise, you will have no chance of winning."

He gave a few people a slight hook with his right hand and looked at them with a look of disdain, a bit of contempt.

"Do it, a mere Contra dares to be so arrogant."

A titled Douluo holding an iron sickle martial spirit shouted loudly, and then rushed forward without hesitation.

"The eighth soul power, the seduction of death"

The nine soul rings under the man's feet were beating, and the eighth soul ring suddenly shined brightly. The dark light of the ten thousand year soul ring poured into the iron sickle, and the black ten thousand year soul power outlined the shadow of the god of death on the sickle. .

An extremely terrifying and depressing aura filled the air and enveloped Wang Xiaogang's body.

But just as the cold aura enveloped him, the next second it was dispersed by the twelve-winged war angel spirit behind Wang Xiaogang.

"It's so weak"

The martial soul was suppressed, and the power of the eighth soul on the opposite side was suddenly reduced. Wang Xiaogang murmured in his mouth and took a step forward.

The soul power in his body was surging, and Wang Xiaogang was extremely disappointed when he saw the opponent rushing towards him.

"Full of flaws"

After commenting in his mouth, the look in Wang Xiaogang's eyes changed in the next second.

The soul power in the body burst out, and all of a sudden it went towards Wang Xiaogang's left arm.

At this moment, wisps of cold air filled the air on his left arm.

"drink"

Wang Xiaogang gave a dull shout, his body sank slightly, and the soul power on his left arm continued to condense.

"I'll tell you today, the consequences of impulsiveness."

In his eyes, a sharp cold light pierced the heart of the approaching Titled Douluo man, causing the latter man to panic a little.

"Humph"

But then the man gave a cold shout and his expression turned cold.

"But it's just a Contra, let me tell you how powerful the Titled Douluo is."

The man was so confident that he waved the iron sickle in his hand, and the black light on it continued to surge.

"Die to me"

The iron sickle swung away and headed straight for Wang Xiaogang's head.

"Pay the price for your arrogance"

The man shouted, seeing that Wang Xiaogang couldn't even dodge, he couldn't help but feel confident about winning.

"click, click, click"

The moment the man arrived, pieces of ice crystals condensed directly on Wang Xiaogang's left arm, accompanied by soft sounds.

The ice crystals spread and quickly formed layers of shields.

At this moment, the cold air in Wang Xiaogang's body continued to spread out, shrouding the surroundings.

A breathtaking cold air hit his face, making the man a little confused.

But the next second, Wang Xiaogang's body flew over directly.

"call out."

The figure jumped high, and then on Wang Xiaogang's left arm, the left arm bone obtained from the Bingya Canglang King shone brightly.

Soul power poured into it, and a cold air filled the sky.

"The Ice Dragon Breaks the Sky"

After punching out, Wang Xiaogang stared at the attacking man.

The million-year soul skill on the left arm bone was used by Wang Xiaogang for the first time at this moment.

"boom"

The terrifying soul power exploded, and with one punch, ice crystals spread, extreme cold air emerged, and an ice dragon's cold air figure emerged, heading straight for the iron sickle.

"Ow"

The sound of dragon roar sounded, and the titled Douluo man who took action was stunned. He did not expect it to be like this.

The attack in his hand could no longer be stopped, and now he collided with the ice dragon.

The extreme cold air hit, and it directly froze the man's eighth soul skill.

Under the cold air at this moment, even Wuhun's iron sickle showed signs of freezing.

"puff"

The ice dragon erupted, and terrifying power mixed with cold energy poured into the man's body.

In an instant, the man vomited blood and flew backwards, looking intently at Wang Xiaogang.

At this moment, Wang Xiaogang couldn't help but speak with disdain as he looked at the titled Douluo who couldn't bear one punch.

"Alas, a titled Douluo is nothing more than that."