Chapter 165 Shura Divine Sword, three million-year soul rings!
Lan was still standing there, his expression calm and cold.
His left hand tightly hugged Qian Renxue and held her firmly in his arms.
His eyes were calm and deep, without a trace of fluctuation.
It seems that Tang Chen's attack is not worth mentioning at all.
Just as the Haotian Hammer in Tang Chen's hand was about to hit him.
Lan just raised his hand gently and blocked the Haotian Hammer with a huge force!
In an instant, Tang Chen's face changed drastically!
A trace of incredible horror flashed in my eyes.
He has poured all his strength into this hammer!
But even so, it could not shake Lan at all.
Lan's figure was like an unclimbable mountain, standing tall, no matter how hard Tang Chen exerted his strength, he could not shake him at all.
Tang Chen's eyes looked at Lan's cold and indifferent eyes, and a hint of chill appeared in his heart.
There is no anger or contempt in Lan's eyes, only a kind of heart-wrenching calm, as if watching an ant struggle.
"Is your strength...just that?"
Lan's voice was low and cold, as if it was accompanied by an invisible pressure, hitting Tang Chen's heart.
Before the words were finished, Lan suddenly exerted force, his arm was slightly shaken, and a terrifying force burst out instantly, shaking the Haotian hammer in Tang Chen's hand to the side.
Immediately afterwards, Lan raised his foot, and his movements were as fast as lightning, kicking Tang Chen hard in the chest! "Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone cracks sounded, and Tang Chen's chest instantly sank, as if he was hit hard by a mountain.
His body was like a cannonball, bombarded by this terrifying force and fell heavily into the ruins in the distance, with dust splashing everywhere and gravel flying.
At this moment, the entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into a dead silence.
Tang Xiao and the five elders of Haotian Sect were shocked, as if they had seen something incredible.
Their eyes were staring at the ruins, with disbelief in their eyes.
"Big... Uncle was beaten away now?"
An elder's voice trembled, as if he was talking to himself, "We must be dreaming!"
Not only people from Haotian Sect, but even the worshippers in the Wuhun Hall were shocked.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo widened his eyes and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he suspected that he had hallucinations.
Qian Daoliu was even more stunned, his eyes almost popping out.
He opened his mouth, but found that he could not speak for a moment, and only one thought was left in his mind: "Damn, just a few years have you become stronger again?!"
Judging from this attitude, Lan is not a little stronger than that back then.
A single punch was fucked by Tang Chen!
Qian Renxue snuggled in Lan's arms.
Look up at Lan's indifferent face, his eyes full of likeness and dependence.
Her heart was filled with a sense of security.
It seemed as if as long as Lan was there, no one in this world could hurt her.
Tang Chen slowly stood up from the ruins, and his body was covered with a layer of extremely strange black mist. The black mist seemed to be alive, wrapping around his body, constantly surging.
His breath became extremely disordered, his eyes were filled with scarlet light, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, emitting a heart-pounding sense of oppression. .
Lan stood not far away, feeling this familiar and dangerous aura, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
His eyes were locked tightly on Tang Chen, and a hint of uneasiness arose in his heart.
As an existence that has devoured the divine thoughts of the Rakshasa god, Lan is very familiar with the aura of the Rakshasa god.
At this moment, the strange power in Tang Chen's body was the breath of the Rakshasa god! "Tang Chen actually had the breath of Rakshasa god in his body..."
Lan whispered to himself in a low voice, frowning. Tang Chen's state at this moment was obviously eroded by the power of the Rakshasa god, and he might even have lost himself.
Just as Lan was thinking, a strange sneer suddenly appeared on Tang Chen's face.
His voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from the depths of hell: "Lan, I have to say that you are the strongest opponent I have ever met in a century... However, my strength is more than just This! "
Before he finished speaking, Tang Chen raised his left hand suddenly, and a blood-red sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.
The long sword was blood red all over, and the sword was surrounded by a strong murderous aura, as if countless unjust souls were wailing around the sword body.
Where the sword's edge passes, the air seems to be torn apart, making a harsh and sharp whistle.
Lan's eyes froze.
He could clearly feel that the sword was not an ordinary thing, and the murderous aura emitted from the sword even made him feel palpitations.
This sword definitely does not belong to the mortal world!
"Lan, be careful! That sword is a magic weapon!"
The voice of Qian Daoliu came from a distance, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
As a slave to God, Qian Daoliu has a far better understanding of divine artifacts than ordinary people.
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He knew clearly how terrifying the power of the artifact was. Even the peerless Douluo might not be able to escape unscathed when facing the artifact.
However, what Qian Daoliu didn't know was that the Shura divine sword in Tang Chen's hand had long surpassed the scope of ordinary magical artifacts.
Even in the vast divine world, the Shura Divine Sword is one of the most terrifying existences.
Its killing energy is enough to make any god scare him, let alone mortals.
Lan frowned, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart.
He has also seen a magical weapon, and the golden trident in the Temple of the Sea God is the weapon of the Sea God.
Tang Chen held the Haotian Hammer tightly in his right hand and the Shura Divine Sword in his left hand. His body suddenly moved, like a black lightning bolt, galloping towards Lan.
His speed was extremely fast, and he almost instantly narrowed his distance with Lan.
The blood-colored sword light on the sword edge of the Shura Divine Sword was sucking and spitting, like a poisonous snake that chose to devour people, ready to give a fatal blow at any time.
"Go to die, Lan! Bury my Hao'er!"
Tang Chen's voice was full of madness and hatred. The Shura Divine Sword suddenly fell, and the sword light was endless. The blood of killing attacked Lan!
Faced with Tang Chen's offensive, Lan did not dare to neglect the slightest.
He quickly summoned the martial soul of the deep sea, and slowly rose nine soul rings - red, red, red, red, red, red, red, gold, gold, gold!
The nine soul rings shine brightly, especially the three golden million-year soul rings, exuding a suffocating pressure.
Lan's breath completely exploded at this moment, and the pressure of the 99th-level peerless Douluo swept across the world, shocking everyone present.
"This kid actually broke through to level 99?!"
Qian Daoliu widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
He clearly remembered that when he fought with Lan two years ago, Lan was just a 97-level titled Douluo.
While now, just two years later, Lan has actually broken through to level 99!
This breakthrough speed is unique in looking at the history of the entire continent!
Lan's strength has long surpassed ordinary people's imagination.
Even when facing Tang Chen holding the Shura Divine Sword, he was still at ease.
"The fins of the deep sea, come out!"
Lan shouted softly, and the fins of the deep sea behind him suddenly flew out, turning into a blue stream of light, heading towards Tang Chen's attack on him .
The fins of the deep sea were extremely fast, and they approached Tang Chen almost instantly, and the sharp fin blade pointed directly at Tang Chen's throat.
Tang Chen snorted coldly, and the Shura Divine Sword suddenly swung, and the bloody sword light collided with the deep sea fins, making a deafening sound.
Two powerful forces intertwined in the air, and terrifying energy fluctuations broke out, and the air around seemed to be torn apart, forming a series of visible to the naked eye. crack.
(This chapter ends)