Death of Douluo

The distance between the two people was only four or five meters. At this distance, it was only enough for them to make one movement change.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Fan was behind Ottoman. The static blood suit transformed into the blood dynamic suit. The extreme flames were instantly released, suppressing the annoying thunder and lightning all over Ottoman's body.It was a punch.

The extreme flames merged with the spirit son, and the power of the flame, body, and spirit son exploded at this moment.

Since Ottoman chose to dodge, he was naturally prepared for Mo Fan's attack, but he obviously did not expect that Mo Fan's attack would be so fierce.

The terrifying sense of crisis behind him made him shudder. He had a feeling that if he chose to resist the punch, he would have to shed a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

Under such a crisis, Ottoman did not hesitate at all, and the fourth soul ring under him suddenly lit up.

A ball of extremely dazzling blue-purple lightning suddenly burst out from Ottoman's body.

Flames and thunder and lightning suddenly intertwined.There was a strong explosion and a huge roar.

The figures of Mo Fan and Ottoman separated instantly.

Ottoman's face was pale, feeling the burning pain coming from his back. His expression had long lost the coldness and confidence before, and now there was only a hint of panic.

No one can understand it. It is clearly a collision between two thousand-year-old soul skills. Logically speaking, Ottoman not only has a high level of soul power, but also has two major increases in soul skills. No matter how much this collision happens, Ottoman should win.

But now the scene is obviously reversed. Ottoman, who should have the upper hand, is now suppressed by Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's expression remained calm from beginning to end, and the cold light in his eyes never changed.

When retreating, the offensive in Mo Fan's hand did not slow down at all, and the sacred destroying arrow had condensed again.Mo Fan would not give his enemy any chance to breathe.

However, this time the sacred destroying arrow was different from before. The moment it flew out, it immediately turned into a lightning shape. It was so fast that it was a few minutes faster than Ottoman's flying speed.

Under the severe pain, Ottoman pulled away again, and his wings vibrated to take off again. However, as soon as he took off, there was a sense of crisis behind him again.

Ottoman thought it was the previous medium-sized holy destroying arrow, and subconsciously changed direction, trying to dodge with speed. However, the speed of this sacred destroying arrow was not comparable to that of the medium-sized sacred destroying arrow.

By the time he reacted, the sacred destroying arrow was already so close that it was too late to dodge. Even though he had tried hard to change the direction, the sacred destroying arrow still penetrated his wings mercilessly.

The next second, a bone-deep pain swept through his body like an electric shock. Ottoman's figure in mid-air couldn't help but twitch under the severe pain.

Ottoman quickly stabilized his figure, continued to stretch, and reached an altitude of 50 meters.He looked at Mo Fan on the ground with a palpitating expression.

on the VIP seat.

"Bishop Salas, is this the black-clothed bishop of your Spirit Hall?" Looking at Ottoman in the sky, Emperor Xueye had not been so happy for a long time. He looked at the platinum bishop Saras next to him with a smile on his face. Sri Lanka.

"Your Majesty, it's hard to tell before the end of this game."

The smile on the face of Platinum Bishop Salas has long since solidified, and his expression became even more ugly after hearing Emperor Xue Ye’s words. Mo Fan’s power has far exceeded his expectation. If Ottoman loses the game, this will Undoubtedly, he slapped himself in the face.

"Really? Then you can let him work hard so that he doesn't lose too badly." Emperor Xueye laughed. How could he not see that Mo Fan still had some energy left.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Fan only used his third soul skill. The first, second, and fourth ten thousand year soul rings were not used. Compared to Ottoman, who had already used the first four soul skills, among which Anyone with a discerning eye can see the difference.

in the sky.

Ottoman stared at Mo Fan closely, seeing that Mo Fan's attacks were getting sharper and faster, but he still chose to dodge Mo Fan's arrows and did not attack rashly.

He has used the first soul skill twice, and the second, third, and fourth soul skills once. The soul power in his body has been greatly consumed. Looking at Mo Fan on the ground, his calm expression does not seem to have consumed much.

Ottoman himself can't drag it out any longer, because he can't sustain it for long in his current state.

"We have no choice but to fight!" Ottoman looked stern, turned around in the sky, spread his wings behind him, and stared into the void under thunder and lightning. The next second, his body fell from the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.

His huge body with its wings spread out made no sound as it fell.The diffuse thunder light was all restrained.It should be said that he was restrained into his wings. The blue wings turned into purple, and each feather was sharp and clear.

"Is there a final attack?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Fan's mouth, and he raised his hand to draw an arc in the air above his head. The next second, countless spirits above the trajectory gathered together and turned into a huge bow and arrow. Just a glance gave people a terrifying feeling. Feeling of oppression.

"Can you still play like this?" Oscar stared at the large sacred destroying arrow above Mo Fan's head with wide eyes.

"Want to fight? It's just what I want!"

The electric light flashed in Ottoman's eyes, showing no fear. The black fifth soul ring under him finally lit up!

I saw Ottoman's figure spinning suddenly in mid-air, and countless electric light points radiated from his body. As his wings spread again, all the electric light points in the sky turned into blue-purple feathers, and as Otto Man spread his wings, and the feathery lightning suddenly burst out all over the sky. The blue-purple lightning connected together like a huge thunder net, and crashed down toward Mo Fan on the ground like falling stars.

Mo Fan put his hands on his hips and calmly stared at the lightning grid in the sky. The huge bow and arrow above his head suddenly shot out. The huge arrow turned into a huge lightsaber. The flames rising from Mo Fan's body soared into the sky and headed towards The thunder net in the sky pierced through.

Rumble!

The huge lightsaber crashed up, and the thunder net wrapped around the lightsaber. The pieces of blue-purple feathers exploded like thunder, and the roar did not stop the moment the sword and net tried to touch it.

Although a feather cannot shake the lightsaber, the feathers of the thunder net seem to be endless.

The look on Ottoman's face in the sky is even more fierce. All the soul power in his body can be said to be pouring out at this moment, without any reservation. His only thought now is that since he can't compete with him in terms of strength and strength, then he will compete. He didn't believe in soul power. Could Mo Fan, a soul sect, have more soul power than a nearly sixty-level soul king like himself?

Mo Fan looked up at the sky, his expression full of disdain, and just said two words lightly, "It's boring..."

As the words fell, Mo Fan's fourth soul ring, which had never lit up before, finally lit up!