Time Douluo continued to speak, his expression extremely serious, his brows knitted together, forming a deep "Chuan".
His eyes revealed deep worry, as if he had foreseen the terrible battle to come.
I saw Douluo take a deep breath, and then said:
"The power of this martial soul fusion skill is extremely terrifying. It is said that once it is used, it can activate the power of heaven and earth, causing everything around it to fall into chaos. In the chaos."
"There was once a level 97 titled Douluo who suffered a big loss in a fight with them."
His voice trembled slightly, obviously he was worried about this. There is deep awe in the strength of the two Douluo.
After Tang Ya heard this, her pretty face lost all color in an instant, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of fear:
"What can we do? Aren't we completely innocent? No chance of winning?"
Jiang Nannan's body shook involuntarily, her hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, and her voice was filled with tears:
"How could we really do this today? .”
Yu'er just slumped down on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, muttering to herself:
"It's over, everything is over."
Ma Xiaotao's face also became extremely expressionless. It was ugly,
but she quickly bit her lip, forced herself to calm down,
said loudly: "Don't panic, everyone! It's not the last moment yet, we can't give up like this!"< br>
Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo said in unison:
“Tang Lan, you are so proud!”
Xingchen Douluo’s cold voice echoed in the air. Echoing,
His narrow eyes flashed with contempt, like two icy rays of cold light shooting straight at Tang Lan.
“This time, we have three titled Douluo come to kill you!”
Ghost Scythe Douluo continued,
His voice seemed to come from the underworld, eerie and terrifying, with a strong sense of oppression.
His ferocious face looked even more distorted at this moment, as if an evil spirit from hell was roaring.
"You are proud enough even if you die!"
Xingchen Douluo spoke again, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
There was no warmth in that smile. There is only endless killing intent.
“Three titled Douluo killed a second-level soul master. If I tell you this, the entire Douluo Continent will probably be shocked.”
“You are a small second-level soul master. Soul Master, how could He De allow us to mobilize our troops like this?"
"But today is the day of your death. You are destined to become a dead soul under our reputation. How can our reputation allow you to do this. Ants are defiled."
Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted and added: "Yes, this is simply an insult to us."
"But since there is an order from above, don't even think about escaping this fate of death."
"Your existence is just like an ant in our eyes, we can crush it to death easily."
"Your insignificant soul power is like a candle in the wind in front of us, vulnerable."
Their words were like an icy cold wind, blowing through the hearts of everyone present, making people shudder.
The air around them seemed to freeze because of their words, and the heavy pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.
When Tang Lan heard this, the wind howled around him, making his clothes rustle, but there was no fear on his face.
His face was as calm as water, as if it was full of threats. The words are just an innocuous breeze.
He straightened his spine, like a pine tree standing proudly on the top of a mountain, with a straight and resolute posture.
My eyes were like torches, burning with unyielding flames, without any intention of flinching,
He faced the oppressive gazes of Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo,
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There was no dodge or fear in his eyes. At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if they were also suppressed by the battle that was about to break out.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a disdainful sneer:
“Humph, three titled Douluo teamed up to deal with me, a second-level great soul master. It is indeed a rare thing."
His voice was steady and powerful, with a firm sarcasm, which reached everyone's ears clearly in the strong wind.
“But this only shows your cowardice and incompetence.”
Tang Lan raised his head slightly, his eyes full of contempt,
“As Titled Douluo, you are , should have the pride and dignity of the strong, but now they bully the few with more, which is really shameful."
"What you call strength is just relying on numbers to cover up your inner cowardice. . ”
The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly under his momentum.
"Besides, it would be too fanciful for just three titled Douluo to want to kill me!"
Tang Lan shouted loudly,
His words were loud and reverberated in the air.
At this time, lightning and thunder added a thrilling momentum to his words.
Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo were furious when they heard Tang Lan's unreasonable words.
Xingchen Douluo's face instantly became so gloomy that he could drip water.
His eyes, which were already full of coldness, now shot out with a fierce light like a sharp sword.
Grinning his teeth, he said:
“How dare you be so arrogant, a boy who doesn’t know how to live or die!”
At this time, the dark clouds that were originally moving slowly in the sky seemed to be blocked by an invisible big hand. It stirred suddenly, surged crazily, and pressed darkly to the ground.
Ghost Scythe Douluo was trembling with anger, his ferocious face became more and more distorted, and he roared angrily:
“You ignorant ant, you are simply seeking your own death!”
The ghost sickle in his hand seemed to feel the anger of its owner, emitting bursts of gloomy aura.
Wherever the aura touched, the surrounding flowers and plants instantly withered and withered.
The air around them seemed to be solidified by their anger, and the oppressive atmosphere made people almost breathless.
The strong wind suddenly stopped, and in the dead silence, only the angry breathing of the two of them could be heard clearly.
The sand and stones on the ground seem to be pressed into the ground under this heavy pressure.
The trees in the distance also seem to be tightly held by a pair of invisible hands, their branches Creaking sound, as if groaning in pain.
“Do you think that this time, you can save your life by relying on time and Ice Bear, the two titled Douluo?”
Ghost Scythe Douluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze full of It was harsh and mocking, said viciously.
Ghost Scythe Douluo sneered, the laughter was sharp and harsh, like the cry of a night owl, making people's hair stand on end:
"Huh, how naive! You really think those two titled Douluo can be your life-saving straw" ?”
“If we dare to come today, we must be fully prepared.”
He raised his head slightly, his expression full of pride and arrogance,
“We. We know everything here well, and every possible situation is within our expectations."
"No matter who is guarding here today, you will die!"
Ghost! Sickle Douluo raised his voice again, his voice like a bell, carrying irresistible majesty and determination.
His words echoed in the air, like a sentence from hell, cold and ruthless. (End of this chapter)