The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 335
The two stood in the air, and even if they didn't make any movements, the people watching the battle felt a huge pressure, and the momentum alone made them unable to lift their heads.

With a twist of the wrist in the void, Qingfeng Sword appeared in Yujun Douluo's hands like magic, and under Yujun Douluo's feet, nine soul rings also rose slowly.

"Boy, if you don't make a move, I will do it first."

The white clothes were windless and automatic, Yujun Douluo held the Qingfeng sword and smiled at Zhao Xuan.

"Senior, please go ahead." Zhao Xuan said with a smile.

"Good boy."

A sharp light flashed in Yujun Douluo's eyes, and the whole figure suddenly disappeared in place. The next moment, countless white figures appeared around Zhao Xuan, stabbing towards Zhao Xuan with their long swords.

"The breeze...is everywhere."

Looking at the figures around him, Zhao Xuan murmured softly, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

However, this is not enough for my eyes.

Even if the body turns into the wind, and there are tens of thousands of clones, there is only one entity of Jade Lord Douluo after all, and for Zhao Xuan, who is proficient in the first line of spiritual consciousness, it is extremely easy to find out the entity.

"Below!"

Zhao Xuan shouted in a low voice, suddenly a thunder spear appeared in his hand, and stabbed towards his body.

A figure suddenly turned out of the originally empty lower sky. The long sword intertwined with Zhao Xuan's thunder spear. For a moment, countless sword qi exploded, smashing the spear made of divine thunder.

Zhao Xuan quickly let go to avoid the entangled sword energy, and leaned backwards. The long sword that struck was like a silver lightning, and a faint sword light shone on the ordinary sword, sticking to Zhao Xuan's cheek flew over.

The lingering sword energy approached, making Zhao Xuan's cheeks tingle.

Seeing Zhao Xuan dodging, Li Qing swiped Qingfeng Sword's hand, the whole sword turned into a slash, and slashed towards Zhao Xuan's face.

"Can't move!"

Zhao Xuan looked at the Qingfeng Sword that was rushing towards his cheek, and murmured softly, the martial soul and the soul ring appeared at the same time, the first soul ring shone brightly, and Yujun Douluo's body paused in the air, as if it had been frozen.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help showing a smile, but his expression suddenly changed the next moment.

I saw that although Yujun Douluo's body was immobilized, the invisible Qingfeng seemed to support his body with spirituality, and hundreds of sword qi burst out suddenly from the Qingfeng sword he was holding.

The sword qi was clear, invisible and qualityless, it melted into the breeze the moment it appeared, those sword qi were like swimming snakes, dormant in the wind, staring at him.

This is Yujun Douluo's second soul skill - Zang Feng!
In the hands of such a strong person, this simple soul skill is already at will, and there is no need to use the soul ring to display it.

After a look of surprise flashed across his face, Zhao Xuan regained his composure, but he couldn't see any movement at all.

The frozen Yujun Douluo couldn't help but feel displeased, is this kid so arrogant?How dare you ignore my sword energy like this.

The sword energy was suddenly aroused, and Zhao Xuanzhou was surrounded by the clear sword energy. The sharp breath spread, and the surrounding vegetation was smashed, and the broken leaves were flying everywhere.

Shrek and his party standing in the distance were also worried, they didn't understand why Zhao Xuan turned a blind eye to this, and they understood in the next moment.

At the moment when the sword energy was activated, ripples suddenly appeared in the air around Zhao Xuan, as if something forced them away.

When the sword qi rushed towards Zhao Xuan, it collided with that invisible thing to reveal its shape. The air was turbulent, and there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of the invisible sword qi, which forcibly blocked the sword qi. attack.

"Is this spiritual power? How can spiritual power block my sword energy?"

Yujun Douluo had already broken free from Zhao Xuan's first soul skill, but looking at this scene, he couldn't help but his face changed slightly.

Although Zhao Xuan's spiritual consciousness is extraordinary, but for the sharp sword energy, if Zhao Xuan didn't activate the pure and yang thunder, the sword energy could easily shatter such things as spiritual power, but why is it so difficult to break through now.

Zhao Xuan looked at Yujun Douluo's expression from a distance, and a smile appeared on his face.

The invisible barriers around are undoubtedly the spiritual consciousness, but this is the spiritual barrier constructed by the "starry sky construction method". capacity is greatly reduced.

Although Yujun Douluo didn't know what was going on, he knew it was his trick when he saw the calm Zhao Xuan.

"Good boy, no wonder he is confident. It seems that his progress in the past few years is not ordinary."

Looking at Zhao Xuan Lingkong, Yujun Douluo's complexion became a little complicated, cautious and relieved.

But soon his face became serious, and after taking a deep breath, his momentum sank, and the seventh soul ring on his body lit up.

Afterwards, the nine soul rings on his body curled up like green smoke blown away by the breeze.

The bland Qingfeng sword was covered with a layer of light, and the breeze was wrapped around it.

"Da Yan - Sword Leaf!"

"Da Yan—Rain Waterfall!"

He groaned softly, and the wind blew loudly. In an instant, the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of meters was surrounded by a huge storm. The wind howled and countless fallen leaves flew.

On those fallen leaves, sword energy surged, and each leaf was like a small sword, and in the whirling storm, there was even more sword energy flickering.

In just an instant, the surroundings seemed to undergo earth-shaking changes, falling into the world of swords.

Dayan!Yujun Douluo's eighth soul ability is used to link up with the rest of the soul skills to make them exert super power.

"If I stood inside, I'm afraid I would be smashed into pieces in an instant."

Zhao Wou-ki stood outside, his throat soaring, looking at the violent storm not far away, his face turned pale.

Not to mention him, everyone around has this feeling.

The whirling storm subsided suddenly, Yujun Douluo's figure flickered, as if melting into the wind, his aura was everywhere around him, it was hard to find his trace.

First, tens of thousands of sword leaves struck, and then there was a storm containing endless sword energy.

No matter how hard Zhao Xuan was, he didn't want to go there. It's not that his physical body couldn't bear this level of damage, but that it wasn't worth injuring himself in a sparring session.

"So... annihilate!"

Suddenly a light flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes, and he raised his white palm, and then pressed it down hard in the void.

With this press, it was as if the entire sky was being pressed down, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified, making it hard to breathe.

"boom!"

There was a thunder on the flat ground, and a purple-gold divine thunder broke through the storm and pierced the sky.

How can there be wind without thunder!

The sky seemed to be torn apart, and countless thunders gushed out of it. In an instant, thunders surged above the storm, and countless thunders roared.

In an instant, the wind and thunder billowed like the doomsday.

(End of this chapter)