Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

The two soul saints looked at each other, and then the latter soul saint stepped forward to fight with Emperor Zhao, while the old man in the village took a few steps back to look for opportunities.

Bloated!

The two were already fighting each other, their fists collided, and a wave of air visible to the naked eye stirred up the dust on the ground and swept it around.

The two sides were in close contact. After withdrawing his punch, Emperor Zhao refused to give up. He raised his fist again, which was slightly smaller than the opponent's, and hit him on the head.

Soul Saint's expression condensed, and after thinking for a moment, he raised his fist to meet him.

Bloated!

The two fists intersected again and separated at the first touch. Emperor Zhao was attacking and Soul Saint was defending. They had punched dozens of times in five breaths!

While fighting, the soul power in Emperor Zhao's body was slowly being consumed. As the battle became more intense, it was consumed faster.

Suddenly, a sneer appeared on Emperor Zhao's lips. He was not only capable of attacking physically!

In an instant, three black shadows appeared on three sides of Soul Saint, on the left, right and behind.

Soul Saint trembled. He had noticed the black shadows as soon as they came out. Although he didn't know how they appeared, if he was attacked by a sneak attack while he was concentrating on fighting the enemy, he would be seriously injured even if he was not dead!

Looking at the oncoming punch, Soul Saint gritted his teeth and crossed his arms in front of him to resist the blow.

With the other party around, it would not be that easy for him to escape, and if he didn't escape, it would be even more dangerous to be attacked by a sudden black shadow!

After a brief thought, he finally decided to use the power of Emperor Zhao's punch to break through the dangerous situation.

Peng!

After the Soul Saint was ready, Emperor Zhao's fist just happened to hit him, and the Soul Saint's body flew backwards quickly. On the way, the Soul Saint adjusted his body shape instantly, and then used a soul skill to knock him down behind him. The shadow that wanted to sneak up on him.

If his opponent were someone else, or Emperor Zhao in a normal state, maybe he would really get a chance to breathe this time, but unfortunately, not!

"Be careful!" Seeing that he dared to turn his back to Emperor Zhao, the village old man hurriedly warned him, but it was still a step too late.

Emperor Zhao had already caught up with the opponent when he flew out, and accelerated to come to him. His dark eyes looked at the opponent indifferently, and then he raised his fist and hit him on the head.

Perhaps he felt that the opponent was a bit difficult to deal with, so this time Zhao Di wore a glove transformed from a black ball.

"How..." Soul Saint exclaimed, and before he could react, he was punched by Emperor Zhao. In an instant, he felt his head was buzzing.

The old village man on the side saw this and knew that he could not wait any longer, otherwise his companion would probably be killed in a short while based on his current condition!

As soon as he thought of this, the soul rings on the soles of the village old man's feet shone brightly, and his figure flashed several times and came behind Emperor Zhao...

……

On a moving carriage, an old man with black hair and wrinkled face was driving. Inside, there were two people sitting, a stout man and a young man with a delicate appearance and a bookish look.

The car was very quiet. The young man was concentrating with his eyes closed, while the big man opened the curtains from time to time to check the situation outside, appearing very cautious.

"How far is it from the Village of the Holy Death?" The quiet atmosphere in the carriage was broken by the young man who closed his eyes and meditated.

"Holy girl, we'll be here in half an hour." Although he looked strong, his voice was very soft, as if to not disturb the young man.

The young man frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and reprimanded in a rather stern tone: "How many times have you told me to call me Prince Qinghe!"

"Yes, my subordinates remember it."

"Alas~" Xue Qinghe sighed softly, looking a little helpless. The other party was not disrespectful, on the contrary, it was out of respect for himself.

"Next time you do it again, find someone else to do it."

After hearing this, a trace of anxiety flashed across the big man's face, and he hurriedly promised: "My subordinates will never do this again!"

"Yes." Xue Qinghe nodded lightly, and then continued to relax, and the carriage fell into silence again.

For a moment, the big man hesitated and said: "Your Majesty... Your Highness, we have been traveling for two days and two nights in a row. Let's go tomorrow. Anyway..."

"Needless to say." Xue Qinghe didn't even blink. She knew what he was going to say and said calmly: "Just because it's simple, I have to finish it quickly."

After saying this, Xue Qinghe was speechless and seemed to have no intention of explaining.

The big man moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Half an hour is neither long nor short.

Half an hour later, the old man driving the carriage said quietly: "Your Highness, the Holy Death Village is almost here."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe stretched his head out of the car. The distance was not very far, less than 100 meters. He could see it as soon as he came out, but Xue Qinghe's eyebrows were frivolous.

"Your Majesty, this Saint Death Village is a little weird." The coachman stared at the village and said with a somewhat fluctuating tone.

"Well, the smell of blood is a bit strong." Xue Qinghe nodded, then got off the carriage: "Let's go, hurry up and try to get back to the palace tomorrow night."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The big man and the coachman nodded in response, and headed by Xue Qinghe, the three of them walked towards the village.

As the three of them went deeper, their brows furrowed deeply.

"At this concentration, at least 100 people died!" The coachman frowned and said. Although he had a lot of experience, he really hadn't seen many scenes where hundreds of people died at one time.

But now we are about to see them. If it was normal, it would be nothing. With the cultivation of the three of them, we can go and see them, but now they appear at the place where they are performing their tasks.

This made the three of them cautious.

"Let's go!" The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then Xue Qinghe said in a deep voice.

The other two nodded. Although they were cautious, they didn't take it too seriously. After all...

As the three of them continued walking towards the village, the coachman and the big man also showed their soul rings and martial arts just in case.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black, eight soul rings slowly rose from the soles of the coachman's feet. One coachman turned out to be a strong Contra warrior!

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, and black, seven soul rings rose from the big man's body. He was obviously a strong soul saint!

Before entering the village, subtle sounds of fighting reached my ears.

"Someone took the lead?" Xue Qinghe muttered. After the three of them entered the village, their brows furrowed even deeper. Although it was only on the periphery, several corpses bleeding could be vaguely seen. It was obvious that they had just died not long ago.

After glancing around, Xue Qinghe was almost sure that someone had robbed him. He raised his head and looked in the direction where the fighting sound came from, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Let's go and see who it is."

In the center of the village, the two soul saints were already scarred and bruised, with almost no intact parts of their bodies, and Emperor Zhao's condition was similar to theirs.

The consumption in the past few days has been restored with white balls while wandering, but now after slaughtering a hundred people and fighting two soul saints, it can be said that there is not much soul power left in the body, and the body is already in a state of exhaustion.

puff!

In the field, the two soul saints have begun to feel timid and have the intention of retreating. They know very well how difficult it is to practice to this level.

So they don't want to die, but they don't dare to escape rashly, otherwise they will die faster.

After finally seeing Emperor Zhao gasping for breath, the old man from the village also used a dirty trick to let his companions use their lives to delay him. However, he didn't expect that the Soul Saint had already noticed it and directly turned to trick him!

Lowering his head slightly and looking at the hand that penetrated his chest, the old man in the village was stunned, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. After a moment, the body fell to the ground with a plop, and some dust was kicked up.

After killing the Soul Saint, Emperor Zhao looked at the Soul Saint who was running towards the village entrance with his dark eyes. A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to catch up, three people suddenly appeared!

puff!

"You...you...you..." The last soul saint was killed by the big man using soul skills. He was very confused and didn't know why two waves of people suddenly appeared today.

The last wave of people appeared just when he was about to escape!

He didn't even finish his last words before he stood up.

(End of this chapter)