Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

It would be bad if Emperor Xueye was alarmed.

"You can't beat me. If you insist on fighting me, you will die!"

Tang Hao is so confident. The God of Death domain and the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique gave him confidence.

Back then, he relied on these two moves to defeat many titled Douluo in Wuhun Palace, and even almost killed the previous Pope Qian Xunji.

He believed that taking down She Long's weapon soul and titled Douluo was not a problem at all.

"Then what if you add me?"

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look up

A huge transparent chessboard appeared in the sky above Tiandou City, covering everyone below.

In mid-air, an exquisite robe in the breeze floated, standing gracefully.

Linglong smiled and said to She Long below: "Brother, how did you get into trouble with this evil star?"

Looking at the man in the sky, Tang Hao narrowed his eyes. The leader of the dark owl was Linglong, a level 93 control-type titled Douluo.

Although his name is not that famous, when mentioning the exquisite chessboard and the embattled formation, almost all soul masters will think of this control-type titled Douluo.

Tang San, who was on the rooftop nearby, was also shocked by the huge chessboard in front of him.

Even he couldn't understand the mystery contained in this chessboard, which contained the meaning of being surrounded by enemies on all sides and being exquisite on all sides.

"That's it, father?"

Tang San discovered for the first time that his father was actually a Nine-ring Titled Douluo.

"It's actually a Titled Douluo, and there are two Titled Douluo?"

The man who rescued Wang Feng was also a Nine-ring Titled Douluo.

The man in the sky is also a Nine-ring Titled Douluo.

However, the blood-red soul ring behind his father was particularly eye-catching.

It was mentioned in the master's manual that ten thousand years means 10 years.

10-year-old soul beasts can only be encountered but cannot be sought, and they are powerful. Each one is even comparable to the power of a titled Douluo.

Where did his father's 10-year-old soul ring come from?

Tang San regained some consciousness. Although the injuries on his body were painful, he could barely walk.

Escape wasn't a problem.

Seeing the three sides standing on the field, Tang San must look for an opportunity.

He has only one goal, and that is to kill Wang Feng.

All the wounds on his body were healed, and She Long put Wang Feng down.

"Apprentice, please stay away. The subsequent battle may hurt you."

Wang Feng glanced at his master's back with complicated eyes and stepped back a lot.

She Long moved his shoulders and ankles, the nine rings behind him lit up, and a stone spear wrapped with a golden snake slowly appeared in his palm.

"Now that you're here, you have to work harder. I'm afraid I can't do it by myself."

She Long held his breath and stared at Tang Hao in front of him without blinking.

This man is like a murderous god.

"I really can't help it. Who made you my senior brother?"

Linglong waved his hand, and countless black and white chess pieces fell from the sky. Those chess pieces seemed to be injected with life.

Release interference magnetic fields in mid-air, those magnetic fields can weaken Tang Hao's combat effectiveness.

Tang Hao had already felt this remarkable feature when the chess pieces fell.

The spot on his left hand that was pierced by the blood thorn will not recover for a while.

Those chess pieces flying in mid-air have no idea what kind of attack they have.

Tang Hao looked at the two titled Douluo in front of him.

He raised the Clear Sky Hammer high in his hand and swung it towards She Long who was closest to him.

"The fifth soul skill, bushes of stone thorns!"

The stone spear in She Long's hand transformed into countless rocks, forming a huge stone dragon in front of him to meet Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

She Long had to use all his strength to resist this seemingly simple blow, and even activated his soul skills.

This is the horror of the 10-year-old soul ring.

boom -

After several loud noises, Tang Hao was unscathed, and She Long's soul skills were scattered.

The huge gap in strength made She Long unwilling to accept this.

In mid-air, Linglong also planted a chess piece under the huge chessboard, "The fourth soul skill, as soon as the breeze passes"

"Stator, Luo Feng."

The chess pieces dispersed the murderous aura around them, and Tang Hao's God of Death domain was weakened a lot by this move. At the same time, hurricanes formed around Tang Hao.

Tang Hao curled his lips, unwilling to play with the two of them any longer. With a dance of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, the hurricane was instantly broken.

The movement tonight attracted many people, and his existence itself was extremely sensitive.

Now he was fighting against the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace, and was still entangled for a while.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Hao pretended to attack, but in fact, at the moment She Long took action, he found an opportunity to take Tang San away from the rooftop.

"Let him run away..."

She Long lowered his head and glanced at his trembling hands. He resisted the power of the man's two hammers, but his jaws were still numb.

Even so, the man only used some simple soul skills.

And he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Why is the gap between the two so big?

Is it just because of the bloody 10-year-old soul ring?

Tang Hao's soul power disappeared within his range of perception. She Long breathed a sigh of relief and trotted to Wang Feng's side in the distance.

Wang Feng leaned against the corner and fell into a deep sleep.

She Long looked down at his apprentice, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart, and whispered to himself.

"How could it be such a coincidence that I would meet Tang Hao here."

"That guy named Tang San is actually Tang Hao's son, Shrek..."

"Did you already know this?"

"Apprentice, how many things are you hiding from me..."

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Wang Feng had a long dream. In the dream, he saw the pair of blood-colored pupils that had been lingering in his dreams.

Wuhun City was torn apart, and Tang San held a golden trident and killed everyone at Jialing Pass.

"Farewell, my lifelong enemy!"

Tang San's voice sounded like the whisper of a demon, and the golden trident finally shattered the two spears in his hand and pierced deeply into his heart.

The soul power dissipated little by little, and the pupils gradually lost consciousness.

Wang Feng woke up from his dream.

He opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat. His body was already soaked, and his heavy breathing echoed in the room.

In front of me is a familiar room layout.

"This is...the mountain behind the Elder's Hall?"

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. It was so long that Wang Feng was in the Elder's Hall without even realizing it.

It seems that it should take some time.

"woke up?"

She Long's familiar voice came from beside him.

Wang Feng followed the voice and looked over. His master was standing beside his bed looking at him, holding a broken jade pendant in his hand.

"Master, aren't we fighting in heaven?"

"I have something important to report to the Pope when I come back." She Long put down the jade pendant fragment in his hand. Wang Feng saw that the jade pendant was the one She Long gave him at that time.

It turned out to be a defensive Horcrux.

She Long recalled what happened a few days ago and said angrily: "You kid, your ideas are getting better and better. Did you already know that Tang San was Tang Hao's son? The reason you attacked Tang San that night was to provoke He comes out?"

"Yes……"

Wang Feng didn't hide anything, and then fell silent.

"Then you went to provoke him, why didn't you tell me, Master first?"

Wang Feng gritted his teeth and jumped out of bed despite the pain all over his body.

"Because he is my enemy, I am willing to take a gamble." Wang Feng smiled far-fetchedly: "Obviously, I won this time."

Wang Feng looked through his pockets and found two transparent glass bottles containing the blood of Tang Hao and Tang San.

She Long's heart felt like Daozu, but he was also a little lucky.

"At that time, if the master had been one second late, I would never have seen you again."

Have you ever considered me as a master?

Wang Feng...