Douluo: Legend of the Ancestral Dragon
Chapter 101 Tangsan Defeats the Holy Soul
After the pause earlier, the incense on the ground had already burned in half, Zhao Wuji did not care at all, even if there was only a little left, he was sure that he would soon defeat Tang San.
“Si small, are you ready?” Zhao Wuji asked.
With Ning Rongrong's increase in strength and speed, Tang San felt better than before, his ten fingers began to tremble rapidly, quickly adjusting his condition.
Xuan Tian Gong mobilized with all his strength, the purple magic disciple changed, and both eyes turned purple.
The aura emanating from Tang San's body was indeed not strong, but making Zao Wuji a little surprised, he actually felt a trace of danger in Tang San's body.
how did that happen? He was already a soul saint, and Tang San was merely a great soul master, how could he sense the danger?
Despite the shock, Zao Wou-Ki never doubted his premonition.
Tang San suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shining with a purple light, and his temperament changed drastically in an instant.
One word to describe her at this moment was to continue forward without fear.
"Teacher Zhao, be careful." Tang San reminded him, rubbing his palm between his belt, and with a strong shake, ten rays of cold light flashed through the air.
What incredible speed! Zhao Wuji was startled, and his martial spirit was released in an instant.
He was originally less than 1.7 meters tall, but after the martial spirit possessed his body, his body swelled up rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he became a giant with a height of over 2.5 meters, and his already extremely prominent muscles were even more exaggerated.
What Tang San had sent was ten bone piercing needles, combined with Xuan Tian Gong's internal strength and increased body strength, great strength was already extremely frightening.
A loud sound pierced through the air made Zao Wou-Ki have to wait for him.
With a low roar, he directly activated the strongest defensive soul skill, the Unshakable Ming King, and a powerful golden light erupted from his body, which can reflect attacks within three meters of its body.
Ten bone-penetrating needles of Tang San were aimed at the ten vital parts of Zao Wou-ki They shot Fudo Ming Wang Zao Wou-ki, all of which were reflected back, causing no damage to Zao Wou-ki.
Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "It's not enough to just look at the bells and whistles."
Tang San's expression was very calm, his hands continued to rub his waist, and then he swung it forward, constantly launching various hidden weapons from him.
Lancet, locust stone, bone needle, money arrow... Tang San's hidden weapon stockpile was quickly consumed.
Zao Wou-Ki could not laugh anymore, the angle of attack of Tang San's hidden weapons was too complicated, the numbers were many, and the power they fired was not small.
Zao Wou-Ki knew that if he did not open the immovable body of King Ming, his body would be exposed to this strange and densely packed hidden weapon.
The fighting prowess displayed by this child was not something a great soul master could possess.
Zao Wou-Ki was confident that even His Highness Soul and even the Soul Sect would be defeated under such a dense and powerful attack.
He glanced at the incense, and there was not much left.
“Good boy, I underestimated you, it's time to end it.” Zhao Wuji shouted, and the fourth spirit ring lit up.
This spirit ability was called Position Tracking.After the spirit ability was activated, the fourth spirit ring instantly separated from the body, flew to Tang San, and trapped Tang San.
Zao Wou-Ki jumped up and jumped towards Tang San.
Tang San was horrified to find that no matter which direction he lowered his head, Zao Wuji's body that jumped in the air would move in the direction he was looking down.
A cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes, and he stopped. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to fall in front of him, a dozen thick blue silver grasses emerged from the ground, firmly tied to Zhao Wuji's body, and pulled him towards him. Pull it down.
At the same time, his hand was raised, and six arrow arrows shot out from his sleeve with a sharp and powerful whistle.
"It's a good show," Ao Tian said with a smile.
As the six arrow arrows approached within three meters of Zao Wou-Ki, Zao Wou-Ki's complexion changed as King Ming's unshakable body broke.
Six arrows were shot into the vital part of his body, the puff puff... The arrow shot towards Zao Wou-Ki's body, leaving only a small portion outside.
Tang San was a little surprised when he saw this. Just when he was hesitating whether to stop attacking, Zhao Wuji roared furiously, and the blue silver grass wrapped around him was shaken to pieces.
A powerful aura erupted from Zao Wou-Ki's body, and he roared: "Little boy, you think I'm a sick cat if I don't flaunt my arrogance?"
The spirit rings of both lit up, the spirit abilities of Vajra's palm activated, and the palm instantly became as big as a palm fan, sweeping out toward Tang San.
Tang San's complexion changed greatly, and at the same time as he quickly retreated, a dozen weak golden lights shot out from his nails, attacking Zao Wuji's uncritical body parts.
If Zao Wou-Ki had not seen that faint golden light, he would have never found this hidden weapon as small as a hairline.
More than a dozen dragon beard needles were injected into Zao Wuji's body, penetrated deep into it, and immediately contracted into a ball inside, pulling the muscle fascia inward.
Zao Wou-Ki screamed in pain, and became even more furious, a soul skill that increased gravity, squeezing gravity acted on Tang San.
Tang San only felt a terrifying pressure squeezing his body, making him unable to move at all, and even his internal organs were subjected to a terrifying squeezing force, and began to appear injured.
Zao Wou-Ki felt a heart-wrenching pain, and several of the dozen rolled dragon whiskers had been shot into his internal organs.
Under the anger, he lost his mind.
Even when Tang San was unable to move, his second spirit ability, the Dali Vajra Palm, still slapped Tang San.
Tang San was still keeping his composure, his chest muscles were shaking, and sixty-four poisonous steel needles came out of his chest, all of which fell onto Zao Wuji's body.
This is the innuendo of his hidden weapon.
Steel needles carry snake mandala venom. The poison strikes very quickly, and Zao Wou-Ki discovers that his powers are fading.
His anger was even stronger, to the point that if he stopped, he would lose.
Injured by so many strange weapons Tang San, if he stopped his hand, he could not hold his breath, he had to teach Tang San a lesson and suppress Tang San's arrogance.
When Pu Fan's big hand was about to hit Tang San, Tang San's head slightly lowered, his back muscles trembled with difficulty, and a large arrow with greater force shot out from behind him.
puff! The arrow instantly pierced through Zao Wou-Ki's body, and flew out from behind, spitting out a huge pool of blood.
"Rabbit!" Zhao Wuji roared furiously, fanning Tang San with his big hand.
When he slapped Tang San, he had already canceled the gravitational pressure on Tang San, otherwise, Tang San would have been wedged in place, and if he slapped her, her body would definitely be slapped into flesh.
Tang San's body shot out like a cannonball, and when he was in the air, he spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and then smashed a wooden house into the hole.
Tang San lay on the ground in the wooden house, with a smile on his face, he succeeded, just as he was shot, he saw that the incense had already been burned.
He actually bore an incense stick under the hand of a Holy Soul.
It was just that the intense pain from all over the body made it a little unbearable, and as he examined the condition of his body inside, he was shocked.
His internal organs were severely traumatized and he started to bleed a lot.
He looked out and saw that Zhao Wuji was spewing black blood, and then fell to the ground violently.
"I really ... beat a Soul Saint?" Tang San was startled, and then a great dizzy came, and the darkness in front of him completely lost consciousness.
