The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

The sky and the earth were pale, the starry sky was vast, and the energy was like a swimming dragon. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Tang Hao. The Hundred-Step Flying Sword was locked with the aura, and it was a sure-hit killing move. Almost no one could dodge it.

The black sword energy wrapped around the scabbard and the black eyebrows, stabbing the left shoulder and the right shoulder respectively. The fire energy Mo Wen was bound to give Tang Hao a good look.

The smoke had just been dispersed, and Tang Hao was about to take a closer look when he saw two dragon shapes flying over, one from the left and one from the right. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but he was still half a beat too slow, and the dragon passed by the hammer body. , he could only use the hammer handle to forcefully change the trajectory of Mo Mei, and forcefully took the damage from the scabbard.

Fortunately, Tang Hao was the template for success at the Title Douluo level. He had a 10-year soul ring, all soul bones, and domain skills. His body was very resistant. He first used his soul power to kill Youlong, and then tightened his muscles. He caught the scabbard, but he still couldn't help being hurt, and it was difficult to use his strength for a while.

Little bits of light turned into flowing galaxies and began to converge towards Mo Wen. This was the effect of the holy way of mind combined with armor. The energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards him. Together with the pills he took, he could recover as quickly as possible. , and deal with Tang Hao for a while.

By this time, Ning Qing had been paddling beside him for a long time. Seeing that Mo Wen had injured Tang Hao, he flew next to him and said, "Are you so fierce? You can even fight a titled Douluo!"

"Please use your brain. Tang Hao's injuries accumulated over the years have not been cured at all. There are problems all over his body. If he hadn't been a titled Douluo and had all his soul bones, he would have become a cripple long ago. And he can Injuring him is also a good opportunity for me to seize. I guess I need to wait until I am over level 80 before I can kill him by myself." His breath became longer, and Mo Wen glanced at Ning Qing helplessly, feeling that on this continent, there are no brainy people. There are really too few, and currently I only know three people, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe and his father.

Ning Qing scratched his short hair and felt helpless. There were many smart people in Jiubao Glazed Sect, and he was not missing at all. He didn't have much chance to use his brain. Mainly because he didn't understand much of Mo Wen's words. I can only nod and pretend to understand, "Yes, yes, what should we do now? This guy is blocking us here, so we should evacuate quickly."

Regarding Ning Qing's suggestion, Mo Wen chose to refuse, with an incomprehensible look, and said, "No, we can't withdraw now. I remembered a very useful thing. Tang Hao's soul and bones are all intact, and the piece of Blue Silver Emperor The soul bone should also be in that cave. Blue Silver Emperor, let's not move for now. You go and take out the quick soul bone. I am holding Tang Hao here. As long as I don't die, I won't let him go."

"Then how can I avoid Tang Hao's sight? This thing doesn't feel very reliable. I think you are quite embarrassed. If you die, Dean Liu and the sect leader will have to skin me. Then Let me bury him with you." As he got older, Ning Qing had no idea of ​​taking risks. He would be fine even if he died. If Mo Wen died, he would just wait to die.

Tang Hao in the distance has been watching, nourishing his shoulders with soul power. He remembers that when he lost for the first time in so many years, it was when he faced Soul Douluo Liu Erlong who wore his own armor. Mo Wen wore With the talent of the Soul Emperor, Armor could give him a try. Ning Qing, as an old sandbag and a Soul Douluo, also wore armor. He was still a little timid, but his wife was right behind, so how could he retreat.

After observing for a long time, something unexpected happened to Tang Hao. He saw Ning Qing cursing and saying unceremoniously to Mo Wen, "I'm going to send you to death. I still want to live a good life. I haven't fought since I was a child." When you pass him, don't ask me to get into the water." Then the tall man ran away.

Unexpectedly, Tang Hao's heart almost blossomed. He looked at the gloomy Mo Wen and said, "Boy, you deserve to die in my hands today. You brought a piece of trash here. How could it be mine?" Opponent, come and die quickly."

Seeing Ning Qing leave, Mo Wen smiled happily. He slowly inlaid the feather blade on the arm armor, adjusted the length of the hidden sword, and said, "Tang Hao, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. Come on, your son seems to have some problems, his soul age is almost as old as yours, guess what is going on."

Tang Hao, who had always had doubts about this matter, seemed to have a broken string in his heart, and shouted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Xiaosan was born while I watched Ah Yin, and the martial arts spirit was inherited from the two of us. , he is my biological son, you little bastard, just die for me."

Stimulated by the words, Tang Hao became furious and flew towards Mo Wen with the hammer in hand. The veins on his hands, arms and forehead were all protruding, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was not organized at all.

The opponent was approaching fiercely, and Mo Wen chose not to confront him head-on. The flying soul guide was running at full speed and flew towards the forest where the Blue Silver King was, preparing to start a fight again and let Tang Hao taste the feeling of being teased.

"Little thief! Stop!" He followed immediately with the hammer in hand. Tang Hao's mind could no longer turn around too much. In anger, people's thinking would be a little slow, and there was only one thought that kept coming. Echoing, what echoed in his mind at this time was, kill him, kill him.

Arousing the furious Tang Hao, Mo Wen added a few words from time to time, ensuring that while stimulating him, he would not let him think too much, and he would be tightly held back to create some time for Ning Qing.

"Tang Hao, your son seems to have a lot of skills in crafts. Is he your biological son? I don't see that the Haotian Sect doesn't have that skill with hidden weapons."

"Tang Hao, your son's Kung Fu doesn't seem to belong to your Haotian Sect. There is no such kind of righteous and peaceful Kung Fu in the whole continent. Did you get cheated back then?"

"Tang Hao, guess how I found it. The Blue Silver King in the forest showed me the way. I didn't expect you to be there. You said it was not a coincidence."

"Ah! The Great Misu Hammer!" The ninth and eighth soul rings exploded with a bang, and the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand became huge, with a diameter of dozens of meters, and it hit them hard.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three gems on the helmet shattered, and Mo Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood, using all his soul power. Kankan dodged the blow, his heart beating fast, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat on his back. He squinted and smiled as the Clear Sky Hammer hit the forest where the Blue Silver King was. Not many people could survive the blow.

"Boom!" The hammer landed in the center of the forest, making a muffled sound and stirring up billowing smoke.

"Buzz buzz buzz...!"

Circles of yellow, purple, and black soul rings rose up, and there was a deep black one among them. From the color, Mo Wen judged that the Blue Silver King was dead, and the one that grew out of its roots was not the original one. The Blue Silver King.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he used the six magic skills of Phoenix Dance, and a pile of ink-colored sword energy appeared all over his body. Mo Wen began to sneak attack Tang Hao. After the secret was released, Tang Hao was stiff, which made Tang Hao suffer a lot. Blood marks appeared on his upper body every day, hiding The black robe of identity is completely useless.

Taking advantage of this situation, Tang Hao's mind regained consciousness. Seeing that King Blue Silver was dead, he felt even more angry. This was related to the second awakening of Tang San's martial spirit. Now that this opportunity was cut off by him, it was unlikely that Ah Yin would. When he regained his sanity during his lifetime, his life was simply dark.

"Ah Yin!" Thinking of his wife, Tang Hao suddenly became excited. Even Mo Wen's attacking hand slowed down half a beat when he swung the hammer. He stood up and wanted to fly back.

He had been out for more than half an hour, and it would take some time to go back, but Mo Wen seized the opportunity to pester him again. This time he used the vertical and horizontal sword technique, and all his moves were murderous swords. He was still in the sword technique. The attacks of the feather blade and the hidden sword were interspersed with each other, and Tang Hao could only fend off them in a methodical manner.

Tang Hao was definitely no match for Mo Wen in front of him, so he had been relying on his own advantages, constantly dealing with each other, implementing the word entanglement, and constantly harassing him. He could even seize the opportunity of Tang Hao's distraction and attack him again. Add a wound.

The fight lasted for another half an hour. Mo Wen, with only one-fifth of his soul power left, left and headed straight for the Sunset Forest. He did not dare to stay here too long. Tang Hao was still holding back his strength. There was no desperate effort at all. If he had tried desperately, he would have died long ago.