Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 54

Holy Spirit Village, the village chief's home.

After breakfast, Yang Ming sat on the sofa. Seeing that his grandfather, Old Jack, had nothing else to do, Yang Ming asked unintentionally:

"Grandpa, what kind of person is my father?"

Old Jack's body trembled, he took down the yellow journal that blocked his vision, and stared at Yang Ming with deep eyes.

"You skin monkey, why did you ask him all of a sudden?"

Of course, Yang Ming didn't aim for nothing, he just wanted to know which organization the two tattooed men who pursued him belonged to.

Spirit Hall?Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?Haotian Sect?

Or other unknown small forces?

"That's right, you've grown up now, so it's nothing to tell you."

There was a look of memory in Old Jack's eyes, as if he had returned to that night seven years ago.

"That night, it rained heavily. Your father came to our village with Tang Hao, holding you who was just born."

"Wait!" Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, "Grandpa, you mean, my dad and Tang Hao know each other?"

This is not the same as the original!

"Of course they don't know each other." Old Jack rolled his eyes, "I heard from your dad, they met on the way here. It just so happened that you and Tang San were both just born, so they walked together."

"As for who your father is, he didn't say anything. He just looked at the clothes he was wearing at the time and the strong regional accent he spoke with. I think he shouldn't be from our Heaven Dou Empire."

Not from the Heaven Dou Empire, could it be from the Star Luo Empire opposite?

Yang Ming was secretly suspicious.

As soon as he mentioned Yang Ming's father, Old Jack got angry and kept talking about it for a long time. It was because he had no responsibility as a father at all. After his injuries healed, he left Yang Ming when he was young. At his house, a person ran away...

At the time of Old Jack's passion and indignation, the ground suddenly bumped up and down, and a distinct shock could be felt.

The cups on the coffee table squeaked, and the water in the teacups spilled out.

"What's the matter? Could it be an earthquake?"

Just when this thought flashed through Yang Ming's mind, the sound of horses stepping on the gravel ground from far to near, gradually became clear and entered the room.

After a while, there was a hysterical scream from a woman outside the house:

"Murder—"

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

Yang Ming's eyes froze, he turned over and jumped from the sofa, using the ghost shadow footwork, quickly pushed open the door, and immediately connected with his feet, the man spread his wings like a roc, and leaped to the roof.

From a high perspective, most of the scene of the Holy Soul Village fell into Yang Ming's eyes.

However, what happened in front of him made Yang Ming's eyes split open!

Outside the village, the dust was flying, and it was very noisy.

A cavalry came from afar, dressed in black armor and riding a black horse, forming a formation of sharp arrows.

A cavalry team of 200 people broke through the gates of the village as if they were in no one's land, and rushed into the village like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Everyone was treated equally, and they died tragically under their swords!

At the same time, every time they pass by, they will set fire to the house, and they will raze the Holy Spirit Village to the ground!

As soon as the wooden house was lit, a fire burst into flames with thick black smoke.

In the billowing smoke, the dark horses and black armored cavalry were like demons coming out of purgatory!

Seeing that the innocent villagers fell into a pool of blood, and the Holy Soul Village, which was regarded as his home, was about to be destroyed, Yang Ming's shoulders trembled slightly, his fists clenched tightly, and his joints made a crackling sound.

His eyes widened angrily, the blood-colored eyes burst into flames, and the three-goose jade writing wheel eyes spun rapidly, which shows how much anger he has accumulated in his heart!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Ming jumped down from the eaves, stepped on the ghosts and shadows, and quickly ran towards the black cavalry, hoping to prevent this sudden disaster!

The village chief's house was far from the village entrance. Comparatively speaking, Tang San's blacksmith shop was at the head of the village, the closest to the village entrance.

The black cavalry that rushed into the Holy Spirit Village split up into four teams and set fire everywhere.

One of the 50-member black cavalry team was galloping in the direction of Tang San's blacksmith shop, and was about to burn it down.

Originally Tang San was about to avoid his edge, but seeing that his father Tang Hao's whole life was about to be burnt by these gangsters, he instantly ignited his anger!

A black shadow shot out from the blacksmith shop, and before the black cavalry in the front row could understand, an arrow with a whole body and mysterious body had already pierced the black cavalry's throat, and blood splashed out.

The corpse fell from the black horse, leaving the black horse that had lost its owner to stop in place, with innocent eyes open, watching the owner lying on the ground, already silent.

The remaining 49 black knights came to their senses, their bodies fluctuated, colorful lights of soul power appeared, and soul rings appeared under their feet, the most being two soul rings.

These black knights are actually soul masters and great soul masters!

Tang San was startled, then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, there was a sentence in his heart that he didn't know whether to say it or not.

If it was just one or two great spirit masters, he and Xiao Wu would join forces, relying on the shackles of the spirit blue silver grass, Tangmen's hidden weapon sneak attack, and Xiao Wu's sharp spirit skills, there was still a chance of victory.

But when the number of enemies is enlarged to 49, it is almost impossible to win!

Unless, like just now, the black cavalry was completely unprepared and was successfully attacked by him!

Just when Tang San was in distress, Xiao Wu's eyes flickered, thinking about whether to reveal her identity, a shocking roar descended from the sky:

"You are dead!"

Accompanied by the roar, it was Yang Ming's incarnation of sword energy!

Qinglian sword song!

After Yang Ming cultivated the Qinglian sword art to the level of Qinglian transformation, even the sword energy of the incarnation has also changed. Although the number is still five swords, each sword is two meters long. There is more than one meter wide!

The thick sword energy swept across like five door panels, and accompanied by the roar of the black knight, colorful spirit light rays appeared on the black armor, assisting the spirit master to display the skills of defense and control, and the battle spirit master would sharpen the lines one after another. The offensive spirit ability is thrown out, hoping to intercept the sword energy in the middle!

however!

All are useless!

Whether it's a soul skill that slows down or controls the body, or a soul skill that does strong single damage, after touching the sword energy, it actually penetrates through it.

This is the strength of Qinglian Jiange, when the skill is released, the host cannot be selected and attacked!

Of course, the use of Qinglian Sword Song is limited, because there is a cooldown, and the cooldown is once every 60 seconds, which is different from the game!

Five dazzling sword qi passed through the black cavalry team and disappeared in a flash.

The sword qi gathered, and Yang Xianxian took shape, half squatting on the ground with his back to the black cavalry.

Behind him, a total of eleven headless corpses fell down, with a fountain of blood gushing from their necks.

Yang Ming turned around slowly, frowning coldly:

"Who are you?"

(one more)

(Ask for a recommendation ticket for a collection)

(End of this chapter)