The legend of the evil spirit of Douluo

Chapter 97 Slaying the Templars (Please recommend tickets)

Just as Bai Nianchen summoned his martial soul, the Templar warrior had already arrived in front of him.

Subconsciously waving the ghost spear in his hand, Bai Nianchen was confident in hitting the templar at such a short distance.

But who can become a Templar, which one is not an existence with rich combat experience and powerful strength.

The templar's center of gravity sank, and with a simple shovel movement, he avoided the sweep of the ghost gun, stretched out his sharp claws, and pulled out towards Bai Nianchen's heart.

The sharp claws pierced Bai Nianchen, but no blood flowed out, "Bai Nianchen" gradually disappeared, turned out to be just an afterimage, and the real Bai Nianchen had already evaded to one side.

"Shocking Darkness Extreme Shadow!"

A silver light appeared on the ghost gun, and Bai Nianchen turned into a silver light and rushed towards the temple warrior.

Under the influence of level [-] soul power, Bai Nianchen flashed like a silver thread.

The third soul ring lit up, and the templar's body shone with light, which seemed to be some kind of defensive skill.

boom!
The silver thread collided with the templar, blood spattered, the templar took three steps back, and a wound was stabbed in the chest by the ghost spear.

With the current sharpness of the Ghost Spear, it can even pierce the defense of the top Martial Soul Diamond Mammoth, let alone the defense of this Templar.

The hot pain from his chest stimulated the Templar, and he was furious that a minor character dared to hurt himself.

The fifth spirit ring on his body lit up, and he was about to use his most powerful moves to finish off Bai Nianchen with one blow.

Just as the fifth soul ring of that templar was lit up, a pale yellow light wave rushed towards that templar.

The speed of the pale yellow light wave was very fast, the templar hadn't figured out what this light yellow light wave was, it had already swept into the templar knight.

The originally lit fifth spirit ring became dim, and the Templar was stunned for a second.

That's right, the pale yellow light wave was emitted by the Deterrence Spirit Rune. Due to the huge difference in soul power between Bai Nianchen and the temple warrior, the Deterrence Spirit Rune could only deter him for a second.

The soul bone was driven by the wind, and Bai Nianchen's body lifted off the ground with a palm, his speed was increased, and he came in front of the temple warrior in a second.

The Templar who had just recovered from the shock saw Bai Nianchen who had come to him, panic flashed in his eyes, and he calmed down immediately.

The first soul ring lit up. Although his first soul skill was the least powerful, it also had the shortest release time.

A white claw blade flew out from the sharp claws of the temple warrior, and Bai Nianchen enchanted the ghost spear!

"Strike the spirit pattern!"

A shot pierced out, as if there were roars in the air. Under this blow, the white claw blade instantly shattered, and the ghost spear drove straight in, piercing the body of the templar with a puff.

Stimulated by the power of Karmic Fire, the soul of this templar was devoured, and Bai Nianchen never showed mercy to his enemies.

After the karmic fire devoured the soul of the templar, he was blocked by Bai Nianchen, because there were still the souls of the villagers of Qingshan Village, and he didn't want the karmic fire to swallow them.

After finishing off the Templars, Bai Nianchen quickly looked towards Duan Qing, seeing the battle situation there, Bai Nianchen's face became serious.

The villagers of Qingshan Village are just ordinary people after all, against these soul masters, even with Duan Qing's help, they still can't even guarantee self-protection, let alone break through.

"It was unexpected!"

Seeing Bai Nianchen beheading the Templar, Salas didn't show any anger, instead he showed a stronger interest in Bai Nianchen.

With a wave of his finger, two Templars rushed out, the target was still Bai Nianchen, Salas had a smile on his lips, he wanted to see how Bai Nianchen would solve it this time.

Bai Nianchen wanted to go up to help, but immediately there were two auras locked on him, his eyes swept away, and two templar warriors rushed towards him.

"It's his uncle's." Bai Nianchen cursed.

Immediately afterwards, he wrestled with two Templars.

At this time, Duan Qing had a lot of wounds on his body, and the blood was flowing. The soul master brought by Salas this time, the lowest cultivation level was the third-ring soul master.

Facing so many soul masters, Duan Qing, who has only two rings, can persist for such a long time is very remarkable, but he has also reached his limit.

Looking at the fallen villagers around him, Duan Qing's heart felt as if a knife had been twisted. These dead villagers were all his respected and beloved elders, and they were all his family members.

Up to now, the men in Qingshan Village have lost more than two-thirds. When there was a shortage of manpower, the women in Qingshan Village also stepped forward one after another.

On the other hand, on the side of the surrounded soul masters, the number of soul masters who were dealt with can be counted with one hand, and the death rate is appalling.

Duan Qing, who had reached the limit, had a weak breath, and his movements also became slower.

The besieging soul masters also saw Duan Qing's weakness, and understood that Duan Qing, who was a soul master, had to be dealt with first.

One of the soul masters saw the right moment and launched his own attack, but Duan Qing didn't notice it at all.

Blood splattered, the attack landed on Duan Qing's back, a wound the size of a fist appeared, blood and flesh rolled up, and bones could be seen faintly.

With a sound of wow, Duan Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, half kneeling on the ground, unable to move anymore.

"Aqing!"

Seeing that his son was seriously injured, Duan Dayong and Duan Qing's mother surrounded him to check on Duan Qing's injuries.

Seeing the wound on Duan Qing's back, Duan Qing's mother burst into tears instantly, and Duan Dayong's eyes also turned red, but he was holding back his tears.

Seeing that Duan Qing was seriously injured, the many soul masters who were besieging immediately became emotional and attacked Duan Qing at the same time.

A disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect rushed towards Duan Qing. To him, the resistance of the villagers was like a mantis blocking a car, and he was beyond his control.

The strong man caught Duan Dayong's attention, and as his father, he was obliged to meet the strong man.

Although Duan Dayong knew that he might not be able to knock down that strong man with his own strength, but he was a father, and it was impossible for him to watch his son being bullied by others.

From the first time Duan Dayong saw Duan Qing, he decided to protect Duan Qing even to the death. He didn't know how to be a good father, but he knew that he should give Duan Qing his best.

"father!"

Duan Qing roared, tears streaming down his face, he knew very well how powerful the Elephant Armor Sect's soul master was, and with his father's strength, he would definitely die if he rushed up.

Seeing Duan Dayong approaching, the disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a cruel smile.

Duan Dayong turned his head to look at Duan Qing, smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Son, let Dad protect you one last time, you must live!"

With a muffled bang, the Elephant Armor Sect disciple bumped into Duan Dayong's body, blood spurted out mixed with pieces of internal organs, Duan Dayong's body flew upside down, his chest sank, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

A disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect, covered in blood, passed by Duan Dayong with a look of contempt on his face.

Suddenly the disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect stopped, and he looked down. It turned out that Duan Dayong, who was dying, lay on the ground and grabbed his leg.

"If you want to go there, start with my corpse..."

Before Duan Dayong finished speaking, the disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect stepped on Duan Dayong's back.

Duan Dayong's back was sunken, his ribs and spine were shattered, and a lot of blood spilled from his mouth, but his palm still held the leg of that Elephant Armor Sect disciple firmly.

"Let go, you bug!"

The Elephant Armored Sect stomped on Duan Dayong's body while roaring, but Duan Dayong just refused to let go.

After a few kicks, Duan Dayong tilted his head, regretting his death, but his palm did not loosen at all, but became tighter, as if he was holding him with his last strength before dying.

(End of this chapter)