Douluo: Don’t be a licker

Just when Prajna was giving Xiao Wu the second awakening of his martial soul, the battle between the two men in the Holy Soul Village had reached its climax.

A strike is a decisive blow, one move determines victory or defeat, and does not give the enemy a chance to breathe. This has always been Song Wuxin's fighting philosophy.

When other people fight, they need to "warm up" in advance and test the opponent's strength first, but he just doesn't like this method and likes it simple and crude.

The ground began to shake, and it became more and more violent, and cracks even began to appear.

Countless dirt, gravel, and fallen leaves floated in the air.

The thatched cottage was also rickety, and finally fell apart completely!

At this moment, in the sky, a huge phantom appeared.

【Magic God and Aspect Heaven and Earth】!

The huge body is slightly larger than the average medium-sized mountain.

Old Jack had already fainted from fright.

"Chaotic cloak!"

Seeing that Song Wuxin's move was a big move, he secretly cursed in his heart that he didn't pay attention to martial arts, and didn't play cards according to the routine. Tang Hao didn't dare to hide his own secrets, and used his most convenient stunt, the wind hammer method.

At the same time, there was thunder in the sky, and Tang Hao had already used the seventh soul skill [Avatar of Weapon Soul] in the first place.

But even so, compared with Faxiang Tiandi, he still looks too small.

The battle is about to break out!

The huge phantom smashed down with one punch.

There was no simple action, just a punch, that's all.

However, Tang Hao had to use all his strength to fight with the random cloak hammering technique.

The fist and the Clear Sky Hammer clashed into one place, countless sparks exploded.

The gust of wind suddenly blew up, and countless flowers, plants, trees and vines around were uprooted and blown away.

The thatched house was completely shattered at this moment, with only a few bare pillars left. Finally, it was uprooted by the hurricane and flew away to an unknown place.

In the hut, Tang San stared blankly at the demonic figure in the sky, and then looked at his father's insignificance.

Father, son, I will mourn for you for three seconds, take care of yourself.

Then, he turned his gaze to Lan Ling, who was still cooking. He felt even more frightened and felt a chill on his back.

There was so much movement outside, flying sand and rocks, trees uprooted, the ground shaking, and countless cracks, but here, there was not a speck of dust.

Those cracks don't seem to be able to spread here.

She was still so elegant and calm, as if she didn't care about what happened outside at all, but cared more about whether the heat in the stove was just right.

Ziji Motong!

A purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he finally saw a very light protective shield.

I feel even more horrified by the cultivation of this beautiful woman in my heart.

In the battle between two Titled Douluo, not everyone can stand still like that.

Just when he looked at the huge specter in the sky, suddenly a bloody aura came back, so he shed tears again.

Lan Ling glanced at the brat and ignored him.

Really short memory!

The sea of ​​consciousness shook violently, almost collapsed, Tang San kept rolling on the ground.

After a long time, I finally recovered some.

Slowly getting up from the ground, his eyes were red, as if he had just been stained with chili powder, red and severely swollen.

At this time, the battle outside was coming to an end.

boom!

boom!

boom!

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

I saw the giant punching down with punches.

On the ground, there was a huge crater, getting deeper and deeper.

Seeing this violent scene, Tang San's face twitched, and it hurt to look at it.

It’s time for a stick of incense!

The troll's shadow gradually dispersed.

Song Wuxin's white hair fluttered, her clothes fluttered, and she slowly descended from the air.

I walked to the side of the huge pit and took a look, then nodded, "It's almost ready!"

Tang San hurriedly ran to the edge of the giant pit to take a look, his face convulsed again, his father had fallen into a coma.

After a lot of effort, he finally fished out his father, stretched out his hand, and swallowed uncontrollably.

Basically all the bones in the body have been broken, but they are not broken.

My father is now weak and weak, almost like a piece of soft flesh, and his breathing has been extremely weak, and he may pass away on the spot at any time.

He hurriedly looked up at Song Wuxin, "Your Majesty, my father..."

Song Wuxin waved his hand, and a large iron bucket appeared, filled with various medicinal materials and water, which was still boiling at this moment.

With another wave of his hand, Tang Hao floated up and fell into the iron bucket.

Then he said: "Add firewood!"

Tang San frowned slightly, but still did as he did.

After a while, Tang San began to bring a lot of firewood, and under the iron bucket, he burned the fire vigorously.

After Tang San had been busy for a long time, he suddenly discovered that Song Wuxin and Lan Ling had disappeared without knowing when.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and he looked around.

Gradually, the surrounding scenery slowly changed color, a blood red, dominating the whole world.

Finally, Tang San came to his senses.

It's all been a game from the start!

A game against him!

"Emperor Ruthless, get out! Get out!"

Outside the big formation, Lan Ling danced in a sheet of bloody clothes, floating in mid-air, and said in a low voice: "[Blood Fiend Hell], get up!"

Great formation, success!

In the big formation, Tang San felt that the spirit power in his body began to gradually lose control, and his eyes became red.

Within his body, the mark of [Blood Soul Crossing East] was constantly emitting blood evil light, shrouding him in it.

Even if he is a time traveler, even if he is the main character, even if he has great luck, but now he is too weak.

Against the demon Song Wuxin, he has no power to fight back at all.

Most importantly, it all happened so suddenly.

(Definitely not only Tang San, readers too.)

Under the complementary effects of [Blood Soul Eastward Flow] and [Blood Evil Hell], Tang San's consciousness began to dissipate little by little!

Above the sky, countless blood-red thunderbolts began to gather.

Centered on the cabin, a small [Blood Hell] has been fully formed.

The sub-personality stared blankly at this scene, looking at Song Wuxin beside him with an expression of disbelief. His eyes were completely like looking at a stranger.

All of this happened so suddenly, before this, as a sub-personality, he didn't notice it at all.

A chill came from the depths of his soul, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Seriously looking at the person in front of him, it was as if he really knew this person for the first time.

"You, you... why..."

Song Wuxin just glanced at him coldly, didn't say anything, and didn't explain anything.

The sub-personality stared blankly at the blood-fiend thunderbolts that kept gathering in the sky, and Tang San who kept roaring in the formation. He always talked a lot, but now he just felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word. come out.

Soul Village.

Bibidong and Banruo suddenly looked into the distance together.

As far as the eye can see, thunderclouds are gathering rapidly in the sky.

That thunder has the color of blood!

call out!

With a flicker, Bibi Dong disappeared in place.