Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

Dai Yuan once again refreshed everyone's understanding of Soul Master with his powerful strength, and his suffocating combat power made everyone present excited.

They expressed their deep admiration for this talented young man with the most passionate cheers and shouts.

The gambler who had bet on Dai Yuan before was already smiling from ear to ear, looking at Dai Yuan as if he was admiring a piece of peerless jade.

The ensuing effect was that a large group of people swarmed into the gambling market. At this time, they all emptied their wealth and put all their belongings on Dai Yuan, hoping to get rich overnight.

However, after this battle, Dai Yuan's odds changed again.

"Four crowns, one for one"

"Five crown champions, pay one point and five points for each one"

. . .

Seeing the odds suddenly drop, those spectators who came in late could not help but complain.

However, this is also reasonable. They can't find any fault with doing this in the fighting spirit field. In addition, the family is very powerful. After a while, these complaining voices gradually subsided, and a group of people still queued up to hand in. money.

And those viewers who had bought in early when the odds were very high were holding silver bills in their hands, and their eyes were full of excitement and expectation when they looked at Dai Yuan.

At this time, the referee's shouts sounded again.

"Contestant No. 35 has decided to compete for the title again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of cheers and applause erupted in the venue.

After these few games, Dai Yuan's achievements have spread throughout the fighting spirit arena, which has attracted a large number of spectators to watch. For a time, the supply of seats in Area [-] has exceeded demand, and scalpers have even begun to sell seat tickets.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Dai Yuan’s fourth player slowly walked onto the ring.

This is a middle-aged man carrying a long sword on his back. The scars of the years are deeply engraved on his face. At a glance, he is full of vicissitudes of life.

At this time, Dai Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Although this man looked ordinary, he gave him a very strange feeling. He gave people the feeling of being one with the world.This reminded him of an idiom from his previous life, that heaven and man are one.

His fists could not help but be clenched, the relaxation in his heart was gone, and his eyes were full of concentration.

There was no communication between the two. At the referee's command, the two invariably distanced themselves.

"start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared.

"So fast."

At this time, Dai Yuan immediately activated the Holy Emperor's Double Eyes. He saw clearly that the opponent was attacking him at an extremely fast speed. The long sword on his back was already tightly held in his hand. This speed of drawing the sword made him Shocked.

"choke!"

The blade collided with the blade, creating a burst of scattered sparks.

In an instant, Dai Yuan drew out his famous sword, Holy Light, to face the enemy.

Feeling that there was no soul power fluctuation in the opponent's body, Dai Yuan simply engaged in a sword duel with live ammunition.

For a moment, swords and swords flickered on the stage. The audience on the stage only saw a series of black shadows flashing in front of their eyes. Then, obvious deep marks appeared on the ground.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting back and forth, evenly matched.

As time went by, the battle between the two spread throughout the ring, with traces of the sword fight between the two everywhere. The fierce battle stirred the adrenaline glands of the audience at all times. This was the most intense battle they had seen so far.

"choke!"

There was another loud noise, and in the sonic boom of the sword collision, the two people suddenly distanced themselves.

Dai Yuan was breathing heavily, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead shone in the sunlight.

The opponent will now stand the sword in front of him and thrust it hard into the ground.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the swords on the ground resounded with sword sounds.

A gray shadow slowly rose from behind him.

"Although your sword skills are strong and fierce, they lack the power of a martial artist. You have not fully understood its essence."

After hearing what the other party said, Dai Yuan's spirit was shaken. Until now, he had only practiced Shanhai Dao Jue step by step, although he had already mastered its moves to a very high level.However, since then, his sword skills have not improved. At that time, he did not take it to heart, thinking that this was just the soul power limiting the improvement of his sword skills.

However, what the middle-aged man said today suddenly woke him up. It turned out that this was the reason why he was standing still.

"Appreciate further details."

The other party didn't say anything, but his whole body was shaken with soul power.

Two yellow and one purple soul rings slowly rose from his body.

Then, he stepped out and disappeared.

Dai Yuan's eyes flashed, and then a gray sword shadow flashed in front of him.

"Every weapon has its own Qi. Feel this Qi and communicate with it, and it will teach you the true method of using it."

"puff!"

A bloody gash opened in Dai Yuan's chest, and then a large amount of blood spurted out along his gash.

Huge force came, and he was knocked to the edge of the ring by the sword.

The other party did not attack immediately, but stood there and looked at Dai Yuan quietly.

"Cough cough."

Staggeringly standing up, Dai Yuan let out a deep breath.

Then, a golden light lit up his body, and bursts of white steam steamed on his surface.

The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Dai Yuan recovered as before in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the slightest hint of sword intent coming from the opponent's previous attack, Dai Yuan bowed deeply to the middle-aged man.

"Dai Yuan has benefited a lot from Mr.'s teachings."

After listening to Dai Yuan's words, the other party just waved his hands slightly. He stared at Dai Yuan's smooth upper body, whose well-proportioned and well-proportioned muscles gave people a full sense of beauty.

He shook his head slowly, then smiled bitterly.

"You are such a monster."

Dai Yuan smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but his whole body's soul energy was lifted.

"Buzz!"

Three soul rings, two purple and one black, slowly rose from his body. This was the first time he had displayed his soul rings so openly in the soul fighting arena.

Previously, because he was wrapped in the flames of the mad dragon in the air, the soul ring he released was swallowed up by the light of the flames, so no one noticed the true condition of his soul ring.

Instantly, the whole place burst into violent excitement, and the exclamations exceeded any intensity before. Everyone's eyes were focused on the three soul rings floating around Dai Yuan. Some people kept rubbing their eyes, and some people were already I couldn't help but slap myself in the face to test whether this was a dream.

In the dim box, the brown-haired man couldn't help laughing when he saw the soul ring floating around Dai Yuan.

"Hahaha, monster, monster!" Then, he looked at Dai Yuan with eyes like a hunter staring at his tempting prey.

In another private room, Victor couldn't help but fell down on the sofa.

"F-Flanders, he, who is he?"

"Haven't you guessed it yet? If you think about the geniuses that have emerged over the years, he is the most dazzling one."

"Mo, could it be that he is."

"Ah."