The Peerless Dragon of Tang Sect Shocks the World

Chapter 243: Struggling, unable to recover

The power of wind and fire gathered by the Bone Dragon King collided with the Holy Light Pillar of the Holy Dragon of Light.

When the three violent elements suddenly came into contact, they emitted a violent explosion that shook the sky and the earth.

At this moment, the entire land was trembling, and within a radius of ten miles, wherever the elemental tide passed, it became a wasteland.

The grass and trees were shattered, the rocks were turned into powder, and all the living creatures only had time to let out a cry before they were rolled into powder.

Wu Fu's strong warning of life and death made Jiang Shuo mobilize his soul power and true energy without reservation. With the blessing of Taixu True Yuan Jue Dantian, soul power eight times that of an ordinary soul saint surged into his meridians.

Finally, the element of light is formed, and the two elements of wind and fire are sprayed towards the Bone Dragon King through the Holy Dragon Judgment.

This violent collision also made his soul power, which was not very full in the first place, almost exhausted.

With the two final roars, the collision between the Baizhang Wind Spear and the God of Death, and the conflict between the Holy Dragon Judgment and the Bone Dragon King were suddenly separated.

The light dissipated slightly, but Jiang Shuo's eyes suddenly darkened.

A crystal-clear jade palm suddenly appeared and struck towards his heart.

So fast! !

Jiang Shuo was horrified and hurriedly turned sideways.

Kankan managed to escape the fatal blow, but his feet were unsteady due to the wind of the palm. Zhong Liwu's second palm came again.

The ninety-eighth level peak Douluo's understanding of soul skills and martial arts far surpassed his. The opponent could retract his martial soul in one go, but his Wind God Spear was still stagnant in the air.

Jiang Shuo's pupils shrank as he was hit in the lower abdomen by a second palm.

boom! ! !

The sound of gold and stone came from the contact point, and the young man suddenly staggered back hundreds of meters.

puff……

A large mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, staining a large area of ​​the world red.

Still, with the golden dragon armor possessing him, it blocked a considerable part of the force for him. If not, a palm from the ninety-eighth peak could destroy most of his vitality.

Jiang Shuo held the spear in the air with both hands, trying hard to stabilize his retreating figure. His heart was beating wildly, and a dizzy feeling came to his mind.

Zhong Liwu stood a hundred meters away, his indifference gone, leaving only a look of indifference on his face.

"With the soul saint realm, you can be proud of yourself if you can resist the palm of this leader."

"But you are even more determined to die."

"If you want to blame it, it's because your family is too prominent, so prominent that everyone is afraid of it."

Jiang Shuo gasped for breath, his mouth and nose filled with a strong smell of blood.

The eyes become clearer and clearer.

It has never been his character to complain.

The family has given him so much, how could he still blame the family?

Everything is just a matter of inferior skills.

The world is inherently unfair. When he meets Lao Yinbi, who has been practicing for more than a hundred years, he can only say that he is unlucky.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, Jiang Shuo straightened his waist, grinned with a sneer and said, "Does Master Zhong think he's sure to defeat me?"

"You, a nearly 200-year-old peak Douluo, have been fighting against me, a sixteen-year-old soul saint, for a long time. You are very proud."

"And the useless disciple you trained with all your efforts, he is nearly twenty years old, but he was chased by me and fled thousands of miles in embarrassment. Even his soul bones were set on fire. He was injured and could be healed in half a year? That's very respectable! "

Zhong Liwu's face slowly darkened, and his eyes shot out a cold light.

"That mouth is really good at talking. I will tear it off later and enjoy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. In the sudden flash of light, a claw with black wind struck down on the young man's head.

Jiang Shuo sneered, held up the Taixu Mysterious Spear, and blocked the slashing black claws.

At the same time, he turned his waist and whipped out his whip legs.

Since you can't compete with soul skills and cultivation.

Then use the melee combat that Wufu is best at!

Even if he died, he would bite off one of Zhong Liwu's arms! !

The golden dragon armor's right leg shot out as fast as lightning, and Zhong Liwu instinctively raised his left leg to block it.

There was a bang of gold and stone, followed by two cracks of bone cracking.

Zhong Liwu's expression changed slightly. His left leg, which was equipped with a hundred thousand year soul bone, was so strong that it even broke the bone at the same time.

After the attack was successful, Jiang Shuo sneered even more. He released the golden dragon armor's right fist that was gripping the gun barrel and blasted forward, heading straight for Zhongli's Wumian Gate.

Bang! !

The leader of the Holy Spirit Sect wrapped his claws in black light and hurriedly received the golden right fist.

<divclass="contentadv">The two soul powers collided with each other, and the huge force pushed both of them three meters away.

Three meters is the best range for the spear. Jiang Shuo no longer cares about the damage to his body, and the golden sea of ​​three-thousand-meter spear spirit boils between his eyebrows.

The spear was invisibly covered in a thin golden light.

Stab, pick, sweep, all the moves in the first two levels of the Sky-Splitting Spear Technique can be used vividly in the hands of the young man.

The continuously exploding airflow and fragmented space are the best reward for Jiang Shuo's ten years of gun training.

The gun shoots out like a dragon, and the warrior's advantage in close combat is clearly revealed.

Even Zhong Liwu, whose soul power was as strong as the sea, could not stop retreating under such a fierce and desperate attack.

The speed of the black claws' slashes became slower and slower, gradually becoming more defensive than offensive.

He was actually being suppressed? !

The look of astonishment on his face became more intense.

Zhong Liwu couldn't help but reveal the ferocious expression on his face.

Just as his face was changing, Jiang Shuo, who was desperately trying, stabbed him hard and hit him in the left chest.

The tip of the spear was empowered by huge force, and it was slashed violently, from the chest to the abdomen, creating a ferocious bloody mouth.

Zhong Liwu was finally injured.

The indifference on his face disappeared, leaving only a look of violence and ferocity.

"Good boy, if you want to die so much, this leader will help you!!"

The black claw suddenly slashed down, hitting the tip of the golden light spear that had just been drawn out. The air flow exploded, causing Jiang Shuo to stumble and had no time to replenish his spear. Zhong Liwu took advantage of the opportunity to distance himself.

"After seeing my leader's eighth soul skill, you will die without regrets!"

It was as dark as an abyss, and the sound seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss, making people feel goosebumps when they heard it.

The second 100,000-year-old soul ring behind Zhong Liwu emits red light and devours the sun. The soul core in his body rotates like a top, and the soul power of the vast sea pours out crazily, pouring into the eighth soul skill.

There was a loud metallic sound.

A dark scythe a hundred feet long suddenly appeared in the sky.

Zhong Liwu rose into the air, holding the handle of the sickle with both hands, and a cold light shot out from his eyes.

"Death God Demon Wei's eighth soul skill·Evil True Scythe!!"

The sharp edge of the scythe cut through the air, and before it was swung down, the space cracks were already busy clinging to it.

The overwhelming evil aura surged over him, and Jiang Shuo felt his heart sink to the bottom.

With a heavy step of his left foot, the Taixu Xuanqian broke away from his hand and stood firmly in the sky.

"The Divine Spear is famous, and its command is Taixuan, the seventh soul skill of the Taichu Xuanqian, the True Form of the Xuanqian!"

The remaining soul power of the two dantians poured into the seventh flashing red soul ring.

The silver gun projected a hundred-foot shadow in the air.

Its surface ignited with crimson fire, and its tip glowed with bright golden light.

"Go! The true form of the mysterious spear!!"

As Jiang Shuo's right hand suddenly swung forward, the Baizhang Silver Spear seemed to have received an order, piercing the void and running towards the death scythe that was swung down high.

The two weapons haven't collided yet, and the attributes they erupted from each have been entangled and consumed together.

The ultimate fire given to him by Liehuo Xingjiaoshu suddenly melted with the extremely evil black energy.

The next moment, the sound of weapons piercing the eardrums echoed between heaven and earth.

The ultimate fire was very strong, but Jiang Shuo was already almost out of power after many rounds of battles. Due to his continued weakness, the fire attribute was suddenly overshadowed by the evil attribute in a short time.

The spear spirit was tenacious, sharp and vast, but in the end it was cut off because its master couldn't fight Zhongliwu's steady stream of black energy.

The Baizhang Silver Spear shattered sonorously as there was no more soul power input into the meridians.

The Evil True Scythe paused for a moment, used its remaining power to crush the space, and slashed down towards the young man.

Jiang Shuo stood weakly in the void holding his spear, helplessly watching the giant scythe approaching.

With all your strength exhausted and your muscles withered, this is what your fate should be.

Struggled with all kinds of things, but unable to recover.