In just a few breaths, three titled Douluo appeared; Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, whose aura was so overwhelming, felt so depressed that they forgot to breathe for a while.
Hu Liena, Xie Yue and Yan below looked at Zhu Zhuqing above with complicated eyes.
Even facing Shui Bing'er, who had already broken through to Soul Saint, he was not as helpless as he is now. There was a huge gap between the soul power levels of both sides.
It's hard to compare.
Yan even vaguely felt that the eyes of the surrounding soldiers looking at him had changed and become strange.
There was a burning feeling on his face, as if someone had slapped him in the face.
Ju Douluo's face was ugly, and Ghost Douluo's expression was almost the same; although his own face was already dark enough.
"Old ghost, it seems that a battle today is inevitable; prepare to take action." Ju Douluo said in a low, high-pitched voice.
Zhu Zhuqing and others' titled Douluo's eyesight is extremely sharp, not to mention that all of them have cultivated the Purple Demon Eyes to enhance their eyesight.
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo's little moves couldn't be hidden from Zhu Zhuqing and the others.
"The Seventh Soul Skill—My Neighbor Totoro"
Behind Zhu Zhuqing, a dark black martial spirit that had never been seen before appeared like a cat.
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other: "My Neighbor Totoro? It seems that the spirit of the other ghost spirit cat has evolved in an unknown way. I am afraid it has evolved in the direction of dragon species."
"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body" x 2!
Not to be outdone, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo used their martial soul true forms, and at the same time, the Wuhun Empire troops behind them all displayed their martial souls and charged towards the Xingluo Empire's army.
Yang Lishui and Yang Lifeng activated their weapon soul true bodies at the same time, and the first three soul rings all lit up.
Among them, Yang Splash swept towards Yaomei's direction.
Yang Lifeng, on the other hand, dove headlong into the army, and with one sweep of his spear, large swaths of soul masters were cut into pieces.
"How dare you, Shuzi?" Ghost Douluo turned around and went down to stop Yang Liefeng.
After seeing Ghost Douluo's exit, Yang Lifeng's lips curled up into a smile: "You've finally come down. I've been waiting here for a long time; the eighth soul skill - Hunting Wind Demon Field."
A cyan soul skill similar to a field shrouded Ghost Douluo, and all the Spirit Empire troops within its range were cut into piles of minced meat and fell to the ground in an instant.
"Huh? The invisible attack feels so sharp." Ghost Douluo quickly used his martial soul to escape into the darkness to avoid the damage that was everywhere.
and minimize the possibility of harm to yourself.
Yang Lifeng stood there with a gun in one hand, showing no intention of chasing Ghost Douluo.
As long as these two people don't use martial soul fusion skills to control the field together, the Potian Sect Killing Gun Battle Formation will be as lethal as a meat grinder.
No matter how many troops came from the Wuhun Empire, they were just giving away their lives.
Further to the rear, Yan immediately activated a range of soul skills to wrap Hu Liena and Xie Yue in them, and quickly used the soul fusion skill to merge the two into one.
The spear in Yang Lisui's hand was like a whip of water, bypassing Yan's blockage and hitting Yaomei's body directly. With just one blow, blood flowed from the corner of Yaomei's mouth.
"The fifth soul skill—Yunmengzhize"
The land originally filled with magma under Yan's feet was soon covered by a mixture of poplar water. After the magma cooled rapidly, it turned from hard to a muddy swamp.
What was even more terrifying was that Yan found that his feet had been caught in the muddy swamp without knowing when.
No matter how hard the martial soul exerts high temperature, it cannot solidify the swamp and escape from it. Yang Lishui waved his hand, and the swamp instantly swallowed up Yan's figure and disappeared in front of Yaomei.
"It must be said that the golden generation of Wuhun Palace are indeed extremely talented. It's a pity that your opponent is me; a ninety-three-level titled Douluo." Yang Lieshui's figure flashed, and the spear in his hand was pointed at a strange angle again. Yaomei attacks and goes away.
"Qiang!"
Yaomei held the moon blade to block it, and found that the water whip looked like water but was extremely hard.
The next second the water whip became extremely soft again, falling on Yao Mei's body like a real stream of water.
"Hiss! It's so heavy." Yaomei felt as if the part of her body that touched the water whip was filled with lead and was extremely heavy.
Every step and every movement requires ten times or more of the previous physical strength.
"There's something wrong with this water." Yaomei raised her head and looked at Yang Lieshui in horror. At the same time, she was also wondering why her sister's charm had no effect on her at all?
"Escape!"
Facing a titled Douluo, if you continue to fight, you may be captured by the other party; Nana is a disciple of His Majesty the Pope, and both brothers and sisters are the golden generation of Wuhun Palace and were awarded the Purple Record Medal.
If he were captured alive, it would be an extremely heavy blow to the Spirit Empire and even Bibi Dong.
"Nana, old ghost!" Ju Douluo noticed Yaomei's embarrassment, turned around and rushed in the direction of Yang Lishui.
Anything can happen to anyone, but Hu Liena cannot. She is the candidate for the next pope; she is the saint of Wuhun Palace.
More than just an identity and a soul master, Hu Liena represents a flag of Wuhun Palace.
It is a great shame and humiliation to have your flag captured by the enemy in war.
Just when Ju Douluo was about to reach behind Yang Rishui, Yang Rishui, who was about to be attacked by a sneak attack, smiled.
Yaomei's heart skipped a beat, feeling very bad; this appearance was like a trap.
"Hoo!"
Ju Douluo felt like a gust of wind blowing behind him, and the next second he was kicked into the soil.
The five fingers turned into long claws, and Zhu Zhuqing transformed into a chinchilla and landed gracefully; then he disappeared again and rushed into the smoke and dust where Ju Douluo was.
"The fifth soul skill - Gathering of Han Ying."
Zhu Zhuqing's claws easily blocked Ju Douluo's petal blade, but at the same time, the attack was also blocked by this move.
Yang Lieshui turned around and the spear in his hand turned into a curve and turned into a water whip. When the petal blade passed through the water, it passed through the water and fell to the ground.
After receiving Zhu Zhuqing's powerful and heavy kick, Ju Douluo felt as if his whole body was falling apart, but as soon as he stood up, he was tied up by the whip of water.
"The eighth soul skill—Earth Yuan Heavy Water."
Yang Lishui's voice was like a whisper from hell, and Ju Douluo felt as if every inch of skin and every cell in his body, including the soul power in his body, was being pressed up by mountains.
Even the spirit felt an unprecedented weight and became extremely heavy.
Yaomei tightened the moon blade in her hand behind Yang Lishui, turned around and disappeared into a stream of pink light on the battlefield.
Without hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing penetrated Ju Douluo's chest with his claw, and his blood-red beating heart was scratched by Zhu Zhuqing's claw; he waved his hand to clean the stains in his hand.
"Old Chrysanthemum!" Ghost Douluo seemed to feel something in his heart. He turned around and saw Zhu Zhuqing clawing at Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart, roaring hysterically.
"You deserve to die! Damn it!!!" (End of Chapter)