Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

The dark figure was like a big bird with outstretched wings. The strong wind was swirling around her, but everything was reduced to the speed of her ascent!

The sharp steps protruding from both sides of Qiu Long's body slashed from bottom to top. In several places, dazzling sparks burst out almost at the same time. That was when the spear cut off the foot blade, and then climbed up with the help of violence. One shot and another One shot, invincible!

Qiu Long calculated the speed of Yang Yimo's sudden advance, and a huge black blade composed of the power of hatred slowly condensed above his head. His wings flapped, splitting mountains and rivers with force!

In just a short moment, the three people at Qiu Long's eyebrows were stunned when they saw Yang Yimo's rising figure suddenly stop.

When she charged with a gun and was about 30 meters away from Qiu Long's head, she grabbed Qiu Long's foot with her free left hand and pulled it, and her body immediately shifted to the side!

At this moment, the blade of hatred had just passed over her head. Yang Yimo raised his head and looked at the monster with a pair of ink eyes burning with black flames!

The fourth soul skill of the soul-breaking gun, burn!

Qiu Long's long-planned sword failed. It understood that it had made a mistake. Qiu Yuan quickly condensed the giant blade again, but it was too late.

Under Qiu Long's extreme power, the giant blade cut through the sky. At the same time, the harsh sonic boom carried the strong wind. Yang Yimo continued to charge upward, and the soul-breaking gun roared like a dragon!

Almost vertically, she passed by the soul-breaking gun and the giant blade of hatred, and then reached Qiu Long's eyebrows.

When the distance between the two sides was very close, the three of them saw Yang Yimo's eyes clearly. There seemed to be a hint of ridicule hidden in the overwhelming fighting spirit and murderous intent, as if to ridicule that despite its huge size and strength, its fighting skills were a mess. .

"Ants!"

Qiu Long let out a roar that shocked the world, and the power of the evil curse broke out instantly. Black silk threads entangled Yang Yimo, and veins were pulled out of her neck. The black silk threads swam under the skin like small snakes. She stared at the three people who were like monsters embedded in Qiu Long's eyebrows, and the teachings of Yang Wushuang when she was practicing gunplay as a child rang in her mind.

"Mo Mo, you must remember from now on that our soul power and soul skills are just vassals of the powerful power of the clan leader!"

In the courtyard with the rustling autumn wind, the old man walked around the little girl who was stern and wielding a spear, and kept saying: "The one who wins the power will win the world! If you follow the trend, a thousand armies can defeat it!"

"What about going against the trend?"

The girl was young, but her voice was extremely cold.

“Go against the trend and do it!”

The old man raised his arms high, with a fierce look like a wounded wolf, "Don't worry about anything, just do it! Even if you die, you have to bite off a piece of meat from him!"

"drink!"

The violent shouting was like thunder exploding, spreading far from the sky.

The black flames that never retreated ignited and burned out the black thread of hatred. The phantom of the dragon head at the tip of the soul-breaking gun appeared. The will to destroy everything was awakened, and he let out a roar of destruction!

Yang Yimo stepped on Qiu Long's eyebrows and reached behind him. The long spear burning with black flames cut through the rain curtain, like a black sun rising and falling. With the sound of the sharp blade penetrating flesh and blood, black and red blood rose into the sky!

break!

The blue wings suddenly fell, as well as the worm-like upper body. Countless black threads in Qiu Long's body broke, and the black-red flesh exploded. It let out a painful cry.

"Having not left the mountain for 15 years, many people have forgotten the glory of this martial spirit."

On the high platform, Yue Guan murmured that 15 years ago when the Wuhun Palace surrounded and suppressed the Haotian Sect, the power of the soul-breaking gun was still unforgettable to him, and Yang Yimo seemed to let him see the invincible and unparalleled two-handled gods of the Yang family back then. gun.

"So strong..."

Tang San stared at Yang Yimo falling from the sky after exhausting all his strength, and became more determined to pull her back to his own power.

The moment Yang Yimo was about to land, Liuyang came to pick her up and brought her to Ye Lingling.

The next second they saw Yang Yimo's condition, not only did Ye Lingling and Liuyang's expressions change drastically, they saw black blood vessels surging under Yang Yimo's skin, and one curse after another was imposed on her body. Her facial features were distorted, and her body was also distorted. She began to transform, but she did not cry out in pain or scream. She still maintained her expressionless face and whispered to Ye Lingling: "I took off its wings..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, please stop talking!"

Ye Lingling held back the tears in her eyes. She was the person who knew Yang Yimo best and knew what she meant.

Those wings were transformed by Yufeng, and Yufeng had insulted her before the game, so Yang Yimo avenged her.

Qiu Long, who had lost his wings, fell to the ground. When he got up again, he discovered that there was an azure figure in the black and red heart.

Ling Bai!

"It's over, Qiu Long."

Ling Bai stood on Qiu Long's huge heart, and the sword blade pierced the ugly shell of the heart.

The Qingcang sword easily penetrated the hard shell, and the sword energy and chill poured into Qiu Long's heart along the gap.

He wanted to destroy Qiu Long's heart, but not long after, countless curses and dead souls appeared in Qiu Long's body. They were intertwined and formed a hard scab on the surface of the heart.

The pain caused by hatred, the pain and despair experienced by hatred, now become a shield to protect the heart.

"In the "choice" she gave me, I understood one thing. If you want to gain one thing, you will definitely lose something else. It is very fair. "

The three people deeply embedded in Qiu Long's head were covered in blood. It raised its worm-like upper body and re-condensed the endless power of hatred.

Ling Bai tried several methods but could not break through the heart scar. The expression on his face slowly changed. Yan was seriously injured, Yang Yimo was seriously injured, the monsters incarnated by Xie Yue and Hu Liena were struggling to support themselves among the ghosts, and Liu Yang's strength is not enough to deal with Qiu Long, and now the only one who can fight is himself!

The boundless rainstorm was shaken away, and an indescribable terrifying aura rose from his body.

"You three, take your heart and kill it together!"

Yu Tianheng, Nie Xin and Ning Xianxian saw the figure covered in blood-colored scales, and saw clearly the sky-blue eyes with a fighting intent that broke through the sky, as well as the crazy and violent murderous intent!

Qiu Long felt panic in his heart for no reason. Even though it had gained the power of Rakshasa, it still couldn't help but feel afraid in front of him!

Qiu Long waved his claws of hatred, and a pair of blood-red wings stretched out from Ling Bai's back. His long hair, which had become longer in the Blood Monarch state, was blown out of order by the strong wind, and the sharp claws of death almost scratched his head. Passing by, as if dancing on the blade.

The five soul rings have now merged into one, blooming with boundless blood-colored light. He looked down at Qiu Long beneath him, raised his sword, and the blade bloomed with thousands of rays of light, as bright and gorgeous as blood-colored crystals.