Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 120 Battle!
Tang Ling's face was sullen, and a sword condensed in his hand again, but this sword was different from the one just now. This long sword was not pure ice blue, but ice blue with a little bit of cyan. A little crimson, three different colors with two different temperatures.

There is a biting chill and an irresistible scorching aura.

These diametrically opposed auras combine together to become a sword made of the fusion of coldness and scorching heat. Its hardness and sharpness are not comparable to the ice blue long sword formed by pure white flames.

"That's right, so your sword can at least withstand a few of my slashing blows." A mocking word came out of Hei Ying's mouth, and then, the long sword wrapped in black mist slashed towards Tang Ling A pitch-black sword glow.

The speed of the pitch-black sword light is very fast, and the black light emitted is full of a huge sense of oppression. The speed of the soul power in the body is suppressed by the aura emitted by the pitch-black sword light, and becomes slow.

Ghost Shadow Fantrace came out and sideways avoided the pitch-black sword light. However, the circulation speed of the soul power in the body decreased.

The golden Shrek mask on the handsome face was knocked off, and a bloody wound was drawn on the shoulder by the black sword light, and the handsome face was even stained with blood.

The strong stinging pain did not change the expression on Tang Ling's face. He raised the three-color ice sword in his hand, and his soul power circulated, slashing out a three-color sword light. At the same time, the sword light blasted out In an instant, the second soul ring also lit up at the same time, and a cyan fireball only the size of a fist followed closely behind the three-color sword light.

"Hmph. You are still too weak now." Due to the problem of viewing angle, Ming Prison did not see the cyan fireball behind the three-color sword light, and the strange black sword in his hand blasted out, directly cutting the three-color sword light into two pieces. The half, two and half three-color sword light passed by his body, and directly blasted into the forest surrounded by black mist.As soon as the voice fell, the blue fireball directly hit his body, and countless blue thorns drilled out of his body, firmly restraining Ming Prison in place.

Tang Ling didn't like to talk or communicate during the battle. Seeing the black mist being entangled by green thorns, instead of relaxing, his expression was filled with a deep sense of horror. Lights up hesitantly.

The activation of the Ice Prison of Eternal Sin caused the temperature in the air to drop extremely rapidly, the ice beads condensed, and sharp ice thorns protruded from it, piercing towards the bound Ming Prison.

Seeing his ice thorns buried, the face behind the black mist suddenly evoked a sneering arc, the black mist rolled, and the blue thorns tied to his body began to wither, his body shook slightly, the thorns shattered to the ground, and the hands were strangely black. The black mist of the sword rolled and circled around the body, and a circular jet-black sword energy that was several times stronger than before cut out from the blade, directly cutting all the ice thorns that stabbed him in half.

After breaking the Eternal Sin Ice Prison, his power remained undiminished, and he directly blasted at Tang Ling.

His pupils contracted slightly, seeing that the black sword energy was about to slash at him, the speed of his soul power was suppressed, and the casting of Ghost Shadow Bewilderment was still a step behind, scarlet blood splashed on the ground, and the black robe was split, The tumbling flesh and blood inside were exposed, and dense white bones could be clearly seen inside.

The bone-piercing pain made Tang Ling's face turn pale. He glanced at the two bloody wounds on his shoulders and then looked at Ming Prison again. He raised the three-color ice sword in his hand, the third soul ring lit up, and the resonant Fengming sounded. The sound rang out, and the crimson flames burned like venting the anger in Tang Ling's heart.

Ever since Ming Prison's figure appeared, Tang Ling's calm state of mind was broken, and the turmoil in his heart never stopped.However, the power of Ming Prison was beyond Tang Ling's expectations. The ice thorns that were indestructible in the past were broken, and the death thorns withered directly after contact with the black mist...

"Tsk tsk, anger rarely appears on you, but I don't know why, the more angry you are, the more excited I feel! Hahahaha, come on, come on, let me see, do your best! It looks like a shot!!" A crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he swung the blade fiercely in his hand, and the pitch-black blade slashed at Tang Ling with a sharp cold light.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the hot breath from the crimson flames around his body became more intense. The third soul ring lit up, and the crimson flames roared out violently, forming a huge crimson phoenix faintly behind him.

"The third soul skill, Huofeng Fentian!"
"tears!"

The fire phoenix made up of crimson flames behind him let out a scream, and as Tang Ling slashed out a three-color sword light, the huge fire phoenix also rushed out from behind Tang Ling, chasing the three-color sword light, the three-color sword light When it came into contact with the pitch-black sword glow, it was instantly destroyed by the pitch-black sword glow, and then the pitch-black sword glow continued to collide with the scarlet phoenix.

"boom!!!!"

The black air wave rolled over, and Tang Ling just had time to lift the ice sword in his hand and block it in front of him. The moment the black air wave touched the ice sword, his whole body was directly blown away by the black air wave, and he was thrown fiercely. Collided with a giant tree.

"puff!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth, and the three-color ice sword in his hand was shattered into ice slag, and his soul power was only one-fifth of the peak period. not enough.

His chest heaved violently, and the two deep bone-deep wounds on his shoulders were still bleeding out, but the speed of bleeding was not as fast as at the beginning. There was a large area of ​​blood stains on his shoulders, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

The power of the source of life seems to be suppressed by the black mist. Although it still has an effect on the healing of the wound, the effect is only a little bit. Until now, the bleeding speed of the wound is only barely under control.

"No, no, it's too weak. You can't bear the aftermath of the battle. How can you fight me with all your strength in the future?" taboo.

Enduring the emptiness in his body and the severe pain from his shoulders, he supported his body and slowly stood up, looked at Ming Prison who was approaching step by step, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, the abrupt, slightly pale handsome A curve appeared on his face, his hands ignited white and blue two-color flames, and he clapped his hands together fiercely. The two-color flames collided together and made a sizzling sound. At the same time, powerful spiritual power gushed out frantically, controlling the balance of the two-color flames .

A fist-sized fireball surrounded by white and blue flames appeared in his hand, hesitation flickered in his eyes, and the crimson flames spread all over his body. Following Tang Ling's thoughts, he moved towards the white and green flames like moths. pounce.

With the constant consumption of mental power, his face became even paler, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

He himself knew exactly how powerful this move was. The distance between him and Hell was too close, and the explosion range would cover himself.

　Tomorrow I will open a single chapter to explain the origin of soul skills and soul rings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)