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

"The second soul skill - Black Feather Shield!"

He Tiancheng shouted in a low voice, the yellow soul ring seemed to be shining a little in the night sky, and then his arms were instantly wrapped in dark elements and became as hard as iron.

The black-feathered crane let out a thunderous cry and flapped its wings. The feathers quickly condensed into a strong shield on He Tiancheng's arm.

However, He Tiancheng was seriously injured after all and his strength was greatly reduced.

Although the black feather shield he had tried his best to condense was extremely strong, it could not completely withstand Zhu Yanfeng's thunderous blow.

The huge fist hit the shield hard, making a dull impact.

In addition to physical strength, the soul skill of Mingbo Stone Fist also compresses the force of the fist fiercely and vigorously, creating a continuous wave of soul power shock waves.

Logically speaking, the Black Feather Shield has a certain rebound effect, but it has no effect on this kind of shock wave.

He Tiancheng only felt a huge force coming from his arms, as if there was an irresistible force that lifted his whole body away.

His body instantly lost balance and fell forward to the ground. At the same time, a sharp pain came from his insides, causing him to scream in agony.

The blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth seemed to be unstoppable, and He Tiancheng's injuries were obviously more serious.

He lay on the ground, looking at Zhu Yanfeng's cold and firm eyes, and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He knew that he was in a desperate situation at this moment, and it was almost impossible to make a comeback.

Zhu Yanfeng didn't give him a chance to breathe. He flashed and appeared beside He Tiancheng in an instant. He stepped on He Tiancheng's chest and crushed it down hard.

"Tell me, what is your purpose?" Zhu Yanfeng asked coldly, his eyes flashing coldly.

He Tiancheng was so trampled by Zhu Yanfeng that he couldn't breathe. His face was extremely pale. He knew that he might not be able to escape death today. However, he didn't want to reveal it.

"You... don't expect to get any information from me!" He Tiancheng struggled to spit out a few words, his eyes shining with determination.

Zhu Yanfeng sneered, his eyes were like knives, revealing undisguised murderous intent, and he shot sharply at He Tiancheng, who was lying on the ground, already scarred.

He didn't talk nonsense to He Tiancheng anymore. His palm was like a knife, and he instantly gathered powerful soul power and struck hard at He Tiancheng's limbs lying on the ground, intending to cut off He Tiancheng's soul veins and completely lose his fighting ability.

He wanted to control He Tiancheng first to prevent him from escaping later, and then turned around and chased the other fleeing men in black.

He knew that the most important thing now was to catch these escaping men in black and get more information from them.

However, at this moment, Zhu Yanfeng suddenly had a sudden impulse and his heart rang with alarm.

He felt a cold breath rushing toward him like a ghost, making him shiver involuntarily.

This breath was so cold and formidable, as if it was the cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hells, which made him feel fear.

I saw an illusory figure appearing out of thin air not far from Zhu Yanfeng, exuding a cold aura, like an undead from the netherworld.

At the same time, the illusory figure made a gloomy, cold voice: "The fifth soul skill - instant kill in the void!"

As the voice fell, the figure quickly shuttled through the space, turned into a black stream of light, and instantly appeared behind Zhu Yanfeng.

"There are actually enemies of high-level soul masters?!" Zhu Yanfeng was shocked, but he did not show the slightest fear.

He quickly mobilized the soul power in his body to prepare for this sudden change.

This figure was like a black lightning, instantly breaking through all Zhu Yanfeng's perceptions.

Zhu Yanfeng felt a chill on his back, as if an invisible sharp blade had been pressed against his vest.

Zhu Yanfeng reacted extremely quickly. He activated his "Torno Bone Soul Skill - Moon Wolf Guard" almost immediately.

His body was shrouded in a layer of silver-white light, like a moon wolf war god descending into the world.

At the same time, he also activated the martial arts "Golden Bell Shield", and a golden shield of light instantly enveloped his whole body, forming an indestructible defense.

However, the attack speed of that illusory figure was extremely fast.

Even though Zhu Yanfeng had made the fastest reaction, he still could not completely avoid this fatal blow.

The black stream of light hit Zhu Yanfeng's golden bell, making a deafening sound.

Zhu Yanfeng only felt a huge impact coming from behind, as if a mountain peak hit him hard.

His body threw forward involuntarily and hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The golden bell also cracked under this blow, revealing Zhu Yanfeng's slightly embarrassed figure.

He felt that his defensive shield instantly collapsed under the huge impact, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from his back, making him scream in agony.

Zhu Yanfeng's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his back had lost all feeling, obviously injured by the blow just now.

"Ahem..." Zhu Yanfeng lay on the ground, breathing hard and coughing a few times. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shone with anger and unwillingness.

He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by the shock, and the pain was unbearable.

Zhu Yanfeng quickly turned around and saw an illusory figure appearing out of thin air.

This figure is looming, as if it is made of darkness and void, making it impossible for people to see its true face.

However, Zhu Yanfeng could feel the strong pressure emanating from that figure, which made him take a few steps back involuntarily.

"Title Douluo?!" Zhu Yanfeng's voice was hoarse and trembling. It was obvious that the severe injury just now made his words seem a little difficult.

Although he tried to remain calm, the confusion in his eyes could not be concealed.

His defense seemed so fragile in front of this Titled Douluo-level powerhouse.

Even if he was secretly attacked, the defense power of the hastily launched soul skills did not reach the upper limit, and it was almost impossible to withstand the opponent's indifferent attack.

This was by no means a Contra-level attack. The opponent's strength exceeded the standard. This person was obviously an agility attack-type Titled Douluo from the Crimson Church who was good at explosive assassinations, and he was not even an entry-level Titled Douluo.

"You...who are you?" Zhu Yanfeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to not look so embarrassed.

Staring at this sudden enemy with vigilance, he secretly guessed his identity and strength.

And that gloomy, cold voice sounded again, as if it was a call from the Nine Nether Hell: "Hmph, you want to know my name? Let's talk about it if you can catch my move again!"

The voice was full of disdain and provocation, as if he was teasing a powerless prey.