Chapter 127 Lin Rong VS Yang Wudi
Listening to these words, Lin Rong remained unmoved and said seriously:
"Uh, Patriarch Yang, you seem to have made a mistake. I never said I would give you the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product!"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the living room became solid in an instant.
Yang Wudi raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Rong with an unkind expression, and said angrily:
"Then why did you take it out to show off in front of me?"
"No." Hearing this, Lin Rong shook his head and replied:
“I didn’t say I would give it to you, but I also didn’t say I wouldn’t give it to you!”
These ambiguous words made Yang Wudi, a straight-minded person, somewhat confused and asked in confusion:
"What do you mean?"
"Are you going to give this delicate fragrance Qiluo fairy product? Or not?"
After listening to Yang Wudi's question, Lin Rong said concisely:
"It's very simple. If you and I have a fight, if you beat me, the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Plant just now will be yours."
"But on the other hand, if you lose to me, you will have to lead the Po clan to surrender to me."
"Therefore, whether you can get the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product actually depends on whether you, Patriarch Yang, can defeat me."
"A fight with me? You?" Yang Wudi looked at Lin Rong in front of him in confusion and said:
"You said something wrong, right? How old are you? Can you take a shot from me?"
"If it were your old butler with Contra cultivation level, it would be about the same. As for you, you'd better practice for a few more decades to be qualified, if I haven't been buried by that time!"
In response, Lin Rong sighed slightly in her heart.
His appearance of being less than eleven years old is really deceiving. Before seeing his true strength with their own eyes, no one would believe that a child under eleven years old could compete with Contra. war.
It's useless to say more. Instead of trying to explain something, it would be more convincing to show the soul ring directly.
So, without saying anything, Lin Rong released the soul ring and displayed it in front of Yang Wudi.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, a total of six colorful soul rings appeared on Lin Rong's body in Yang Wudi's astonished eyes.
Out of Douluo Continent's unique pre-war etiquette, Lin Rong reported his name and soul power level:
"Lin Rong, Level 66 Control System Soul Emperor, please give me your advice!"
"Good boy!" Yang Wudi stood up with fighting spirit in his eyes and said:
"No wonder I misjudged the soul emperor under the age of twelve. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe such a thing."
"Do you want to have a bet? No problem, I promise you."
"If you win, I will lead the entire clan to surrender to you without saying a word."
"But if I win, you also remember to give me the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product, and don't break your promise."
"Then, let me see how confident you are that you dare to fight me? This Soul Emperor's cultivation is far from enough!"
With that said, Yang Wudi took a few steps back, and then stretched out his right hand.
There was a flash of light, and a spear that was completely black and shone with a cold luster was condensed in the palm of his hand.
This spear is twelve feet long in total. The shaft, which is as thick as an ordinary human arm, is only eight feet long, but the broad tip is four feet long.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, eight optimally matched soul rings appeared on the gun body at the same time, shining up and down around the two-foot-long spear in Yang Wudi's hand, with dazzling brilliance.
"Yang Wudi, an eighty-one level attack spirit Douluo."
In the original work, Yang Wudi's soul power level was level 82, but Tang San was already twenty years old at that time.
The current time period is still nine years away from that time.
It was also mentioned in the original work that Yang Wudi was obsessed with refining medicine and poison, so he slacked off on the cultivation of his soul power. Among the four patriarchs of the four single-attribute clans, his cultivation level was the lowest.
Before the Haotian Sect escaped from the world, all the patriarchs of the four single-attribute clans had Contra cultivation.
In at least twenty years, Yang Wudi had only improved one level of soul power, and Lin Rong didn't know what to say about this.
Holding the spear in his hand tightly, Yang Wudi did not attack immediately.
He considered himself as an elder, and his soul power was fifteen levels higher than that of Lin Rong. Naturally, he had the grace to wait for the other party to make the first move, and then he would make a counterattack.
"Soul-breaking gun, let's see whose gun is stronger!"
Blue-gold light shone, and a blue spear with golden lines appeared in Lin Rong's hand.
"Huh? You didn't say that you are a control soul emperor, why is your martial soul not the Dragon Soul Vine of your Lin family?"
Seeing this, Yang Wudi became suspicious:
"Could it be that you, like the Pope of Wuhun Palace, also have twin martial souls?"
In response, Lin Rong just smiled lightly and said:
"This spear is not a martial soul, but an attached soul bone."
"As for my martial spirit, Patriarch Yang will see it later."
As he spoke, Lin Rong's first soul ring, third soul ring, fourth soul ring, and fifth soul ring, a total of four soul rings, shone at the same time.
The Nine-curved Vine Dragon hidden in his sleeves split into two under the effect of the fifth soul skill, Dragon Soul Clone, and turned into two dragon souls wrapped around his arms under his clothes.
Double the dragon soul awakening, double the green river shining in the sky, double the dragon roaring in the thunder world.
With the increase in the three major soul skills, Lin Rong's own aura instantly surged, surpassing the opponent's Contra cultivation level Yang Wudi.
There is no choice to release the talent field, because then, the ebb and flow of 20% of all attributes will make this battle very boring.
opposite. After Yang Wudi learned that the blue-gold spear was an external soul bone, a trace of surprise and envy flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes.
But soon, he poured all his emotions into the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and no emotion appeared on his face.
Seeing that Yang Wudi was unwilling to attack first, Lin Rong was not polite and waved the Emperor's Holy Spear forward.
The height difference between the two made this scene seem a bit ridiculous.
But Yang Wudi's mood did not fluctuate at all. He just looked at the "shooting technique" that was full of flaws in front of him, gripped the soul-breaking gun and struck it hard.
Ding~
The two spears collided together and made a crisp sound.
Seeing that the spear in Lin Rong's hand was not knocked away by him, Yang Wudi's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to sweep across the ditch, and the tip of the spear quickly hit Lin Rong's neck.
Ding~
There was another crisp sound.
The tip of the soul-breaking gun failed to cut through Lin Rong's neck, but hit the scales of a real green dragon that suddenly appeared on his neck.
After two unsuccessful attacks, Yang Wudi's first soul ring lit up.
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The first soul skill: Shock!
Yang Wudi suddenly burst out with explosive energy, knocking Lin Rong in front of him back a few steps, and his own momentum also reached its peak under the effect of the soul skill.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third soul rings lit up at the same time.
The second soul skill: penetration!
The third soul skill: Explode!
The tip of the soul-breaking gun suddenly burst out with a layer of black light. Yang Wudi held the spear in his hand, jumped forward with force, and stabbed forward without hesitation.
Lin Rong had read the original work and naturally knew what the effects of Yang Wudi's second and third soul skills were.
A percentage increases the penetration, and a stabbing the enemy will produce an effect similar to a series of dark energy explosions in its body.
Facing Yang Wudi's blow, Lin Rong did not intend to dodge.
With the life dragon soul in the Vine Dragon Domain, any injuries suffered by oneself will gradually be converted into vitality to restore oneself.
Therefore, what Lin Rong is least afraid of is exchanging injuries with his opponents.
When the spirit attachment is activated, the nine-curved vine dragon separated from the dragon soul clone turns into a cyan stream and merges into the emperor's holy spear, forming a cyan dragon-shaped pattern on the gun barrel.
The two attributes of space and thunder burst out, and the silver and purple light flowed at the tip of the gun.
The next moment, the spear tips of both sides collided, and a huge wave of air exploded, overturning the tables and chairs in the living room.
Bang!
The floor beneath their feet cracked, and the huge force of the shock caused the jaws of their hands to burst, and blood flowed down the cracks to the ground.
The difference was that the phantom of the real cyan dragon was surging around Lin Rong.
Half a second later, the small wound on the tiger's mouth had completely healed before blood even flowed out from the crack.
At the same time, at the tips of the two long spears, the black gun light of the soul-breaking gun blended with the silver, white, blue and purple gun lights, vowing to compete.
However, the black gun light of the soul-breaking gun came from Yang Wudi's third soul skill.
How can a soul ring and soul skill that is more than a thousand years old be able to compete with the power of the two elements of space and thunder?
In just half a breath, the black light of the soul-breaking gun was wiped out.
When Yang Wudi saw that he was at a disadvantage due to the stabbing blows from both sides, he used his first soul skill again to knock Lin Rong back.
Immediately afterwards, the seventh soul ring lit up in vain on the barrel of the soul-breaking gun.
The seventh soul skill: the true form of the soul-breaking gun!
After casting the martial soul's true form, a dark luster spread rapidly from the tip of the soul-breaking gun.
Not only did it spread to the entire body of the Soul-Breaking Gun, but even Yang Wudi, who was holding the Soul-Breaking Gun, was painted the same pitch-black color as the Soul-Breaking Gun.
The size of the soul-breaking gun's body in the form of the martial soul's true form has not changed, but there is a circle of black flames surrounding the outer layer of the gun, just like the black magic fire from hell, which is eerie and terrifying.
Invisible air waves were released from Yang Wudi's body, shattering the wooden floor at his feet.
A chilling atmosphere filled the entire living room.
Yang Wudi, who was hit on the head, had forgotten that this was just a gambling fight, not a life and death battle.
The last pitch-black ten thousand-year soul ring surrounding the soul-breaking gun lit up.
The seventh soul skill, the martial spirit avatar, and the eighth soul skill that represents the cultivation of Contra, this means that Yang Wudi did not hold anything back at this moment, but used all his strength to strike.
Seeing this, Lin Rong narrowed his eyes into a straight line.
In the battle between him and Yang Wudi, the four soul skills were maintained at all times.
The collision just now had consumed 20% of his soul power.
This is not a forest, but there are not so many ancient trees that he can extract life energy to restore himself.
Once the delay continues, the situation may not be good for him.
Therefore, Lin Rong originally planned to make a quick decision, but Yang Wudi's behavior at the moment followed his wishes.
So he injected the remaining soul power and part of his mental power into the Emperor's Holy Spear, and the blue-gold gun body suddenly burst into dazzling light.
"Now that we have reached this point, let us decide the outcome with one move!"
(End of chapter)