Douluo's golden phoenix

Wang Qian looked at Li Qingsong with a solemn expression and asked quietly: "Who is this old guy?"

"A haunting old guy almost killed me back then, but he was defeated by me using a secret method.

It’s just that I was severely injured that time. If the teacher hadn’t given me a Great Return Pill, I would have perished long ago. Even so, my cultivation level has not improved in three years! "

Li Qingsong said with a cold voice.

Wang Qian was secretly surprised that that powerful Soul Douluo was defeated by the Soul Saint Li Qingsong. The cultivation level of his senior brother was simply unfathomable.

"Li Qingsong!" When the old man saw Li Qingsong, his voice was also cold, "You're not dead?"

"Haha, how can I die if you're not dead?" Li Qingsong laughed coldly.

"Then today, you will really die!" Zuo Qianzhi sneered at the same time.

Behind them, Fire Crane and Golden Elephant, the two soul saints, looked at each other, and they both saw horrified looks in each other's eyes.

It turned out that the Soul Douluo who was defeated by Li Qingsong was actually the priest of their Wuhun Hall.

"You two good-for-nothings take the young master and leave first. I need time to catch up with old friends when I meet them!" Zuo Qianzhi said coldly.

"Yes" Fire Crane Soul Saint did not dare to speak.

He is well aware of this lord's temper and also knows his cultivation level. He is an existence that can survive several rounds in the hands of the lord Pope.

The three people suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared, leaving only Zuo Qianzhi, a stern silver-haired old man.

"You old guy has actually cultivated to level 89. It's a pity that you were already an 82nd level Soul Douluo twenty-five years ago, and you haven't been able to break through to the title Douluo after so many years!" Li Qingsong sneered.

Zuo Qianzhi's slightly cloudy pupils suddenly flashed a cold light. Back then, Wuhun Palace carried out a soul hunting operation and wanted to exterminate the Tulip Guild.

Taking Dongyang City as his backup resource storage granary, he didn't expect that this guy, who was only a level 71 soul saint, would seriously injure himself by relying on the Bai family's ancestral secret method of burning soul power.

Zuo Qianzhi was such a conceited person that he almost died from his anger.

It was the Pope who took pity on his talent and used secret techniques to pull him back from the hands of death.

After all, his martial spirit can compete with the best martial spirit in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer.

If he breaks through to the realm of Titled Douluo, even ordinary Titled Douluo will not be his opponent!

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zuo Qianzhi snorted, raised his left hand slightly, put his index and middle fingers together, and then wiped forward.

A silver-white stream of light appeared behind him.

It was a silver sword about six feet long and three feet wide.

The sword body is inlaid with two yellow, two purple, four black and eight stars, shining with a thick twisted halo.

Zuo Qianzhi, an eighty-nine-level attack-type soul Douluo, martial soul: Seven Killing Sword.

"The old guy's martial spirit exudes terrible pressure. Is it another top-level weapon martial spirit?"

Wang Qian's expression changed slightly. The silver-white flying sword was obviously not big, but it made Wang Qian's pupils sting slightly.

"Seven Killing Sword, an ancient weapon spirit, even comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer!"

Li Qingsong also looked a little heavy. He knew that in that battle, it was not how powerful he, Li Qingsong, was at all, but the fact that the opponent despised him and did not understand his soul skills at all, so he suffered a heavy loss.

It's different now. My soul skills should have been clearly explored by Wuhun Palace. Obviously, since this guy dares to come, he must be well prepared.

"Li Qingsong, twenty-five years have passed and you are still a Soul Saint. If you die under my Seven Killing Sword, you will be considered a worthy death.

After all, my Seven Killing Sword kills all Contra-level warriors. Strictly speaking, you are not qualified! "

Zuo Qianzhi smiled arrogantly and said that he has the capital.

"Then give it a try!" Li Qingsong was not afraid. On the Coiling Dragon Stick was the seventh soul ring, which was also his most powerful at present. The black halo suddenly distorted.

"Roar!"

Li Qingsong's thin body seemed to be a clear light, blending into the coiling dragon stick in his hand.

The coiled dragon stick with the golden dragon statue coiled on it suddenly swelled in the wind, and the golden dragon with a pair of scarlet pupils looked up to the sky and roared, as if it came to life.

The soul of the weapon soul beast has a rare mutation ability, which increases its own ability by 200%, and its defense power is twice that of the ordinary martial soul true body.

Back then, Li Qingsong relied on this move to equal Zuo Qianzhi.

"Hmph, even a pearl like a grain of rice dares to show its brilliance?"

Zuo Qianzhi sneered. That defeat made him clearly realize his shortcomings.

Twenty-five years have passed. Due to his talent, although he has not cultivated to a titled Douluo, his understanding of his martial soul and soul skills has reached a qualitative leap.

Although he is still at the Contra level, he can still escape without any injuries in the hands of a titled Douluo.

Zuo Qianzhi stretched out his left hand, and the silver-white Seven Kills Sword instantly turned into a stream of light and shot into the palm of his hand.

With a sword in hand, Zuo Qianzhi's momentum surged out like a tide in an instant, and fine silver sword energy roared around his body.

I saw his body slowly leaving the ground, and the violent sword energy plowed out criss-crossing sword energy ravines on the entire green ground.

Neither of them took the lead to take action, but the power of the coiled dragon stick rising from the ground remained motionless in the face of the stern sword energy.

Wang Qian smiled slightly. As early as when Li Qingsong used his martial spirit avatar, he had stuffed Qian Qiaoer's four candies into the palm of his hand.

The auxiliary objects of food-type soul masters are not divided by strength. The thirty-level soul master has so many increasing effects, and the same is true for the seventy-level soul master.

Qian Qiaoer looked at the hundreds-meter-long Coiled Dragon Stick with a pale face. She concentrated all the soul power in her body into soul skills. The effect of each soul skill was increased by an additional 40%. What a miracle. Terrifying blessing?

Bai Lu also looked a little tired. The Nine Sun Flower in his hand appeared in the palm of his hand. Three red streams of light shot on the Coiling Dragon Stick, causing the body of the Coiling Dragon Stick that was originally wrapped with a golden dragon to be covered with a layer of flames. texture.

The nine yangs have spirits, the first yang is called attack, the second yang is called wings, and the third yang is called armor.

These three soul skills are attack increase, speed increase, and defense increase.

Although Jiuyanghua's amplification is not that terrible for ordinary soul masters, Bailu is also a skill used to concentrate his soul power, and the effect is the same as Amplification Wang Qian's.

With the support of Qian Qiaoer and Bailu, the food-type soul masters, Li Qingsong transformed the Coiling Dragon Staff into a qualitative change throughout his body.

If I have to put it simply, then Li Qingsong at this time definitely has strength comparable to Contra.

"Sen Luo Sword Prison!"

Zuo Qianzhi did not release the true form of the martial spirit. Instead, he lightly wiped the sword. On the nine stars inlaid on the sword, the fifth black star was shining slightly.

The silver-white sword energy fell from the sky and turned into thousands of streams of light, trapping the dragon-coiling stick that had surged in power and locked it in place.

"puff"

The fine silver-white sword energy was like thunder, pressing down the momentum of the Panlong Stick. This was Zuo Qianzhi's pride.

As a strong man at the Soul Douluo level, if he uses his own martial soul avatar against a Soul Saint without permission, will he continue to mess around in the future?

The Coiling Dragon Stick swayed on the spot, its shadow was divided into three parts, and the golden dragon entrenched on the stick suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a golden halo, which turned out to be the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle that previously controlled the Fire Crane Soul Saint.

Wang Qian looked at the battle in front of him in amazement. He was a little surprised. It turned out that after reaching the Soul Saint cultivation level, he could use soul skills at will, and he could use special secret methods to hide soul rings and catch his opponents off guard.