Solar Douluo

"The game begins!" The host shouted the start signal as always.

The audience outside the stadium started to get excited and started shouting the name of the side they supported.

"Disaster beast! Disaster beast!" Murong Hong's cry was particularly loud, but Jian Shasheng opposite seemed unmoved and stood there quietly.

Murong Hong's body gradually lowered, and then he held the handle of the knife with his right hand.The sword killer on the opposite side did not look at Murong Hong at all, but he seemed to feel Murong Hong's hand slowly grasping the handle of the sword. The sword in his right hand also slowly dropped downwards, and his wrist made a starting gesture.

The disaster beast wears a mask with two protruding lower fangs, a red face, and wide-eyed eyes. It is a typical ghost mask.

Murong Hong didn't take the lead when he saw the opponent, and he was never a stickler.

The soul ring behind him lit up, and the sharpness of the knife in his hand increased a bit. This was the change after his martial soul possessed him.Different from the normal weapon Wuhun, his Wuhun Tianshang Sword can be worn on the waist like an ordinary knife. After the Wuhun is truly possessed, the sharpness of the knife will be increased to a certain extent.

The Tianshang knife came out of the body, making the sound of the blade gently rubbing against the scabbard. Holding the knife with one hand in the right hand, resting on the upper left hand, cutting to the lower right, then took a step back with the right foot, striding slightly, twisting the waist to the left, and the tip of the knife pointed towards forward, assuming an offensive stance.

Jian Shasheng's eyes flashed slightly, and he felt the aura of the beast from the posture of the disaster beast opposite.

Jian Shasheng exhaled softly, then slowly raised the tip of the sword, raised his right hand flat, and pointed directly in the direction of the disaster beast.

Under the mask of the beast of disaster, Murong Hong's eyes were focused, and he also exhaled a long breath, and then his eyes were fixed on the direction of the sword opposite him. He only felt an extremely familiar killing intent.

Murong Hong has confirmed that this opponent is by no means a simple person.

Concentrating on it, six yellow, yellow, purple, black and black soul rings appeared behind him, and then the first and second soul rings flashed. Murong Hong instantly flipped his right wrist, and the blade moved forward to attack. A long wind-curling dragon was instantly slashed with the long sword. At the same time, Murong Hong used his second soul skill to merge into the dragon's body, and used the wind dragon's huge power and speed to kill with the sword within twenty steps.

The wind dragon was swift and domineering, and in conjunction with the fierce wind, Murong Hong's figure disappeared into the ten-meter-long wind dragon. The wind dragon quickly changed from just airflow to a giant dragon mixed with countless wind blades. As it flew , became sharper and sharper, turning into a living meat grinder. If an ordinary agility-based soul emperor was hit directly, it would only end up with countless stab wounds all over the body, leaving no intact skin.

Jian Shasheng's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right arm back violently, and then quickly threw it out. The long sword escaped from his hands and went straight to Feng Long's throat. A bright light flashed in Jian Shasheng's eyes, like a silver-white The blade of the sword is as cold as the bone.

In fact, this was not just one soul skill, but two soul skills in 20 years. Because under Murong Hong's unblinking gaze, the long sword first became sharper in Jian Shasheng's hands and became charged with sword energy, and then was thrown out.

The long sword pierced the air, and the sword energy could even split the air slightly, screaming towards the flying wind dragon.

Murong Hong only felt his scalp numb, and then he saw that the moment the ordinary iron sword touched the dragon's head, the sword energy attached to it shattered the dragon's head.

Without the dragon head, the wind scroll began to slowly become chaotic, and began to develop in the direction of the blue tornado.

The long sword showed no intention of stopping and continued to pass through the remains of the wind dragon.

Murong Hong's second soul ring flashed again, Guangfeng Juexi was used, and the long sword brushed against Murong Hongfeng's body, which was almost teleporting. Murong Hong's reaction was at the limit, and he used the cyan Tianshang Dao in his hand that had transformed into another sword form. With a flick of his arm, the long sword slid across the blade with a tooth-piercing friction sound. As soon as Murong Hong touched it, he was shocked by the unparalleled power of the long sword. He knew that it was just his own move that completely destroyed the sword. The kinetic energy of the long sword cannot be weakened.

The long dragon was shattered by a sword, but Murong Hong was still moving in the scattered wind.

In an instant, the long knife collided with the long sword countless times. The long sword gradually slowed down in the air and was about to stop flying and fall.

Jian Shasheng snorted coldly: "That's it? You haven't seen enough!"

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand came together, and then with a stroke in the air, the long sword returned automatically. There was no force at all, but taking advantage of the gap between Murong Hongfenglong's dissipated soul skills, it smoothly returned to Jian Shasheng's hand.

Murong Hong landed on the ground, sheathed his sword, and the long sword that was used to kill people was back in his hand. This time, it was pointed directly at the ground, showing a relaxed posture.

Jian Shasheng's left hand finally stretched out from the cloak that covered his entire face. He made two palm moves with his left hand towards Murong Hong, provoking Murong Hong to attack.

Murong Hong has never been a passive defensive person. He no longer hides his strength. The swordsman's intuition tells him that the so-called soul sword in front of him is worthy of his full strength.

The third soul ring behind him flashed, the blade turned fiery red, and a fiery slash was struck, but it did not completely touch the sword to kill the living being.

Murong Hong sheathed his sword at an extremely fast speed, and the flame slash he had just sent was put back into the sheath.

Repeating this operation again, the sword killer on the opposite side looked at him seriously. He only felt that although the disaster beast's slash did not touch him, he could even feel that the seemingly menacing flames actually had no killing intention towards him, but they had no killing intent at all. Don't dare to be careless.

The two flaming slashes were retracted, and then, another slash was drawn, and the fire was released. This time it was much stronger than the previous times, and it went straight to the front door of Jian Shasheng.

The fourth soul ring flashed at the same time, and Murong Hong merged into the fire. This was the strike of the fire extinguishing, which allowed Murong Hong to move anywhere within the straight line of the flame strike while issuing a domineering sword.

When Jian Shasheng saw the surging flames, he didn't even dodge it, and started a strange dance-like movement on the spot.

First, he raises his left leg, like a drunkard, and uses his right foot as the fulcrum to rotate his body 180 degrees. The long sword in his right hand swings with the body to draw a horizontal arc.

A strange scene happened. A blue-white sword energy was thrown out from the long sword, and then Murong Hong, who was slashing in the flames, was instantly knocked back dozens of meters. The blade of the long sword was originally chopped off from the head. There was also a translucent sword energy against his mouth.

The Fire Killing Slash and the sword energy offset each other. However, at the moment when the sword energy offset, Murong Hong's scabbard turned green.

His left hand rubbed on the ground to relieve force, and at the same time he put the sword into the sheath with his right hand. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Murong Hong's left hand kept his body from falling while his body was still sliding backwards. His left hand grabbed the air above the sheath, and then , the first and third soul rings behind him flashed at the same time.

"Wind and Fire Two Sword Styles!" Murong Hong shouted, and then a fiery red scabbard appeared on the right side of his waist, and a cyan Tianshang Sword appeared on the left.

The left hand drew the knife backhand in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to do, and then the knife in the right hand turned slightly, and the blade was facing down and he held it backhand.

Both hands drew the sword backwards at the same time to exert force, and then slashed hard towards the middle, with the level but the height slightly staggered.

A strange scene happened. The right hand fired the Fiery Fire Nirvana Slash, while the left hand fired the Wind Dragon Breathless Slash.