Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

Snow suddenly fell from the sky covered with black clouds. The blood-red blizzard was mixed with pitch-black showers. Under the glare of the thunderous lightning, raindrops were dripping from the messy azure hair blown by the strong wind. The raindrops gathered on Lingbai's face. The tip of his forehead hair fell, and when it fell, his bone-chilling eyes were reflected in the irregular raindrops.

Between red and black, few people could see clearly how and when Ling Bai moved.

His movements were extremely fast, as fast as a phantom of nothingness, yet very light, as light as a cloud of white mist spitting out of his mouth in the cold winter, the water vapor melting into the dark night of rain and snow.

The sword edge fell across the top of Qiu Long's head. It was a slash blessed by the melting ring. The bright and almost transparent blood-red sword blade cut on its head, and the huge body lifted up like a sandbag filled with sand. Go out, crash to the ground, and roll down in the rain.

The power of hatred instantly gathered on Qiu Long. It stood up again and roared furiously. The sound waves that were enough to arouse resentment in human hearts impacted like an explosion of air. This time, everyone could clearly see the circular ripples disturbing the rain and snow. , spreading in all directions!

Every low-level soul master who was hit by the sonic boom tightened his face as if something was stuck in his throat, and his heartbeat rate increased wildly and uncontrollably. The minds of ordinary people felt like they were about to burst, and the resentment buried deep in their memories was like a dark cloud. It was so turbid in my brain that I couldn't even speak, I could only wail at the top of my lungs.

In front of Qiu Long, human beings are as small and fragile as ants!

But there was one person in the spirit fighting arena who was not affected by anything. His whole body was shrouded in green light. He sprinted and jumped up. The black clouds above his head flashed with azure thunder. The long sword in his hand seemed to fall with a thunderous explosion, and he tore with one sword. After opening Qiulong's worm-like upper body, the sonic boom stopped instantly. Countless spectators panted violently in sweat as if they had been granted amnesty, thankful that they had escaped.

Several jet-black ghost claws swung at Ling Bai, but failed again. The ghost claws that could tear everything apart collided and erupted with countless black mist. Qiu Long, who was recovering from his injuries while trying to retreat, was hit by a sword. He blasted it directly into the ground, smashing it deep into the ground, followed by a violent storm of slashes and cuts. Every attack was like a traceless ghost, hard to fathom, but as powerful as Wanjun collapsed, splitting the mountain into pieces!

The spectators could not help but hold their breath, staring at this once-in-a-lifetime moment, imprinting this exquisite fight in their minds. When they grow old a hundred years later, they can close their eyes and recall this scene again. !

Can't catch!

Unable to attack!

There is no way to fight back!

Every wound on Qiu Long was a huge fatal gap. The curse thread had no time to repair his body, and all the black and red blood flew into the blood-red blizzard.

A unilateral crushing and massacre, but almost no one had the slightest pity for the monster that represented resentment. In their eyes, there was only cold and ruthless killing!

For a full minute of cruelty, Qiu Long's skin was cut, healed, and cut again. Snowflakes dripped into the wound, mixing with blood and rushing through the body to dilute its power.

Qiu Long wanted to fight back, but he was met with sword after sword. Every slash seemed to be scolding and ridiculing it!

You are always my loser!

Cruel and ruthless, but one sword after another tells the truth.

Qiu Long roared, and the power of hatred instantly expanded to the extreme. His black-red heart beat loudly. With it as the center, the black showers and blood-red blizzards between heaven and earth suddenly stagnated and suspended in the air, forming a scattered beauty. .

In this beautiful scene like a scroll, a figure seemed like a crack in the mirror, cutting into pieces the perfect fantasy. Suspended in the rain and snow, the murderous intent in the azure eyes was nailed to it!

Broken claw!

Cut in the waist!

broken heart!

owl head!

At this moment, in an instant, the sword light tore through Qiu Long's body like a bloody lotus!

For a moment, there was thunder and lightning.

Ling Bai stumbled past, the rain and snow hitting him were flowing away, and the movement of the monster behind him that represented hatred and curse maintained its final unwilling roar.

The blood-red lotus suddenly appeared. A drop of snowflake fell on its eyebrows and took away a touch of bright red, thus breaking the critical balance. In the showers and blizzards, it broke into pieces and fell to the ground. Yu Tianheng and three others also fell. It was stuck to the ground by rain and snow and stained with thin blood red.

The black clouds covering the sky dispersed, and the dark showers finally stopped, but the blood-red blizzard still fell, turning into blood-red water gurgling on Ling Bai's face.

His unadorned eyes were gleaming with cold light, and his long azure hair was fluttering in the wind.

Cut the Red Lotus·Blood Blade Unparalleled!

Extreme speed, extreme sharpness, and extreme coldness are the result of Ling Bai's ten years of hard work in kendo.

"Martial Soul Hall..."

I don't know who broke the silence, and then the whole audience roared like a mountain and a tsunami.

"Wuhun Palace! Wuhun Palace!"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son! His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

In the middle of the group of aqua-blue beauties, Shui Bing'er was so excited that she couldn't help herself. If she hadn't retained a little bit of reason in her heart, she would have rushed to the soul fighting stage to confess her love to Ling Bai.

At this moment, Shui Yue'er's sisters rarely used violence to stop her. They were also stunned, with their little mouths slightly opened, immersed in the "Severing Red Lotus" and "Blood Blade Unparalleled".

The trinity of martial soul fusion skills - Qiu Long has been terrifying to the extreme. Everyone thought that this time the Wuhun Palace team's undefeated golden body would be broken. Who would have thought that Ling Bai would regain the victory!

Bone Douluo sighed quietly. He knew that Nie Xin and Ning Xianxian might have to live in Ling Bai's shadow for the rest of their lives.

Watching the battle on the high platform, a smile appeared on Bibi Dong's beautiful face. Ling Bai's attack made her extremely surprised, but the recognition of Ling Bai by everyone was the reason for her smile. She knew that after the competition, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, Ling Bai, Bai's name will be resounding throughout the continent.

"However, what is hidden in Qiu Long's cocoon, and what Rakshasa said he wanted to become the sixth king of the God Realm..."

Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead and murmured to herself.

With a flash of red light, the demon transformed into Hu Liena and Xieyue again. Yang Yimo and Yan also stood up under Ye Lingling's healing. The seven people slowly approached and formed a circle. They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. After experiencing this difficult battle, they have all grown a lot and have a greater sense of belonging to this group.

"Martial Soul Palace."

Ling Bai stretched out a hand.

"Martial Soul Palace."

The second one was Hu Liena. She put her hand on Ling Bai's hand, followed closely by Xie Yue, Yan, Ye Lingling, Yang Yimo, and Liu Yang. The seven people put their hands together and shouted in unison:

"Martial Spirit Hall, we are invincible!"

Mu Yao descended from the sky and announced the results of the competition to the audience:

"In the first half of the regional finals, Wuhundian Academy faced off against Tiandou Royal Academy. Wuhundian Academy won and advanced to the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition!"