Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

With a move of Zhu Yanfeng's hand, the previously broken huge shield transformed into three solid shields, each side shining with the luster of stone armor, as if it could withstand all attacks.

"Old bastard, it's my turn to attack this time. Breath of Rock, Shape of Si, Rhyolite·Speed ​​March!"

Zhu Yanfeng shouted loudly and quickly turned his body, turning the three shields into a rapidly rotating windmill.

The shield danced in his hand as fast as a windmill, and every blow brought up a strong wind, as if it wanted to suck everything around him into it.

As these shields rotate, the stone armor on the surface shines even brighter, as if there is a layer of mysterious power flowing through them.

When they hit the target, they will make a crisp sound, accompanied by the sound of broken stone armor, which makes people marvel.

He Tiancheng looked at Zhu Yanfeng's attack. The defensive soul master no longer defended, and was basically useless. He secretly rejoiced in his heart. This was exactly what he expected.

"Since you want to use defensive soul skills to attack, then I will use my offensive soul skills to deal with it." A sneer appeared at the corner of He Tiancheng's lips.

His martial spirit, Black Feather Crane, suddenly fluttered its wings and flew high. The "air combo" released by his martial spirit, Black Feather Crane, filled the entire sky with black feathers.

These feathers are flying in the air, and every time they flap their wings, they bring up a strong wind.

He Tiancheng's attacks were as intensive as a heavy rain, and each attack was like a sharp arrow shooting at Zhu Yanfeng.

These attacks drew black tracks in the air, as if they were going to dye the entire sky black.

When they hit the shield, they will make a deafening impact, making people feel a powerful impact.

However, Zhu Yanfeng did not back down. He gritted his teeth and continued to wave his shield to fight back.

"The Breath of the Rock, the Shape of the Wu, the Wa Lun Punishment Department"

Zhu Yanfeng's attack pushed the battle to a climax.

He jumped into the air and threw the three shields at He Tiancheng.

These shields were flying in the air, hitting He Tiancheng like huge tile wheels.

They were huge in size and had a strong impact, as if they were going to destroy everything.

And when they fly in the air, the luster of the stone armor on the shield's surface becomes even more dazzling, as if there is a layer of mysterious power flowing in it.

He Tiancheng was well prepared, and he quickly activated his "right arm bone soul skill - Shadow Feather Dance".

His black-feathered crane danced gracefully, its feathers turning into countless sharp hidden weapons.

These hidden weapons drew dark trajectories in the night sky, cutting through all obstacles like a dance of death.

They are extremely fast, as if they can travel through space instantly and cut their targets into pieces.

The colors of these hidden weapons are also very special. They shine dimly in the darkness, giving people a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped by the two soul skills.

Zhu Yanfeng's shield flew in the air, hitting He Tiancheng with a strong impact; while He Tiancheng's hidden weapon streaked through the night sky like a dance of death, cutting through all obstacles.

The attacks of the two collided with each other, making a harsh metallic collision sound. These sounds intertwined to form a fierce battle symphony.

And the two people's attacks also drew gorgeous trajectories in the air, as bright as fireworks.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in the two soul skills, as if it had turned into a magical world.

Their attacks collided and intertwined in the air, forming beautiful pictures.

These pictures are not only dizzying, but also make people feel the powerful strength and endless fighting spirit of the two people.

This battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a visual feast.

The soul skills released by the two were as dazzling as fireworks, adding a different color to the entire battlefield.

The current situation is that Zhu Yanfeng advances step by step, while He Tiancheng uses agile actions to dodge and counterattack.

Zhu Yanfeng reached the halfway point and saw that the distance was almost there, so the soul power in his body began to surge, like a surging flood, constantly hitting the limits of his body.

His eyes became as sharp as knives, staring at He Tiancheng, and a terrifying power condensed in his palm, preparing to launch a fatal blow.

"Old bastard, be careful, follow my 'Heart-Destroying Palm' move!"

Zhu Yanfeng smiled coldly, and his right palm instantly became as hot as fire, as if it contained explosive power.

He suddenly struck out with his palm, and saw a huge palm print condensed, blasting towards He Tiancheng with the force of thunder.

Wherever the palm print passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.

He Tiancheng felt the powerful energy fluctuations, and his expression became solemn. He knew very well that Zhu Yanfeng's Heart-Destroying Palm was extremely powerful, and once it was struck, the consequences would be disastrous.

"The second soul skill - Black Feather Shield!" He Tiancheng shouted loudly. His arms were instantly wrapped in dark elements and became as hard as iron.

His black-feathered crane martial spirit also flapped its wings and flew high. As it flapped its wings, the feathers quickly condensed into a strong shield on his arm.

The power of dark elements flows on the shield, which seems to be able to withstand various attacks from the enemy.

When Zhu Yanfeng's Heart-Destroying Palm collided with He Tiancheng's Black Feather Shield, there was a deafening loud noise.

The collision between the palm print and the shield seemed to trigger a small explosion, and the shock wave spread out, making the surrounding air tremble.

However, something unexpected happened. Zhu Yanfeng's Heart-Destroying Palm had the effect of beating a cow across a mountain.

The palm force penetrated the Black Feather Shield and was not reflected back, but was printed directly on He Tiancheng's body.

He Tiancheng felt a huge force coming from his palm, as if an invisible big hand was squeezing his heart.

His face instantly turned pale, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

"How is it possible...my Black Feather Shield didn't block his Heart-Destroying Palm at all!" He Tiancheng was shocked. He couldn't believe that he would be defeated so quickly.

Zhu Yanfeng looked at He Tiancheng's painful expression, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his Heart-Destroying Palm was extremely powerful and unpredictable, but he didn't expect to use it so easily to injure He Tiancheng for the first time.

Zhu Yanfeng sighed in his heart, but his mouth was full of ridicule and disdain, "This is the end of your arrogance."

He Tiancheng did not respond to his words, but stared at Zhu Yanfeng with eyes full of hatred.

He knew that he had lost, but the anger in his heart was even stronger.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into silence.

Only Zhu Yanfeng and He Tiancheng were facing each other. Their eyes met in the air, as if there was endless hatred and anger burning in them.