Ice Bear Douluo's heroic words were full of domineering, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle.
Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his eyes were deep and distant, and he said slowly:
"We cannot underestimate the enemy. We need to think long term and formulate comprehensive countermeasures. The enemy we face Perhaps more cunning and powerful than imagined."
Tang Lan nodded.
While they were discussing, a sinister laughter suddenly came from the distance:
“Haha, none of you can run away today!”
That laugh The sound echoed in the empty environment, which seemed particularly terrifying.
Everyone looked stern, their nerves became tense instantly, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
As the eerie laughter came,
a suffocating evil aura quickly spread like a surging, boundless tide,
It seems to be swallowing up everything in this world.
Wherever this evil breath goes, even the air seems to be polluted and turbid, making people feel difficult to breathe.
It seems that every breath is inhaled endless darkness and fear.
Tang Lan's eyes widened with anger, his eyes were like torches burning with raging fire, spraying out angry flames, and shouted loudly:
"Where are the rats, hiding their heads and showing their tails!"
His voice was like thunder, exploding in this empty and silent space,
with inviolable majesty and extreme hatred of evil.
At this time, a black figure slowly came from a distance, and his figure gradually became clear in the dim light.
I saw that his whole body was completely enveloped in the thick, surging black mist.
The mist seemed to be alive, tumbling with teeth and claws, making it impossible for people to See his face clearly,
Only a pair of eyes shining with blood-red light can be seen.
Those eyes are like will-o'-the-wisps from the abyss of hell, revealing a creepy evil and cruelty.
It seems that just being stared at by this gaze Just one glance will freeze your soul instantly.
Tang Ya and the others took a few steps back unconsciously. Their faces were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
Tang Ya's heart beat rapidly, and the violent beating sound echoed in her ears like a drum, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second;
Jiang Nannan tightened her hands Covering her mouth tightly, her eyes widened, trying not to scream out of extreme fear;
Yu'er's legs were weak, her body was shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and she could barely stand Unstable, he may collapse to the ground at any time;
Although Ma Xiaotao pretended to be calm, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists,
but the panic and panic in his eyes could not be concealed. The ground betrayed her deepest fears.
Luo Sword Soul Douluo snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and anger, as if he was extremely tired of this black shadow's pretentiousness:
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
After saying that, a fierce sword energy roared out from his hand.
The sword energy was like a dazzling silver lightning, with the ability to tear the void, The powerful aura that destroyed everything shot straight towards the black shadow.
Wherever it passed, the air was cut to the point of making a sharp scream.
The black shadow dodged sideways, its movements as light and flexible as a ghost,
Without any sloppiness, it easily dodged this powerful blow,
At the same time, he let out a burst of harsh and weird laughter:
“Is that all you have?”
His laughter was sharp and harsh, piercing everyone’s eardrums like sharp needles. It seems to be able to penetrate people's souls,
It makes people feel an indescribable chill from the bottom of their hearts.
Ice Bear Douluo roared angrily:
“Don’t be so arrogant!”
His voice was like a thunder that shook the earth, making people’s eardrums buzz and their heads feel dizzy. His huge mountain-like body rushed towards the black shadow in an instant.
Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.
It made a dull roar, as if the earth was shaking with him. His feet were trembling and fearful.
Time Douluo danced his hands, the mysterious and complicated runes shone with strange light on his fingertips,
The time around him seemed to slow down,
The space seems to be distorted, trying to restrict the movement of the black shadow.
Luo Jianhun Douluo's eyes focused, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes like cold stars,
The sword in his hand shone brightly, the bright light was like the scorching sun in the sky, and the sound of the sword's chant resounded throughout the world.
The sound was clear and exciting, as if he was declaring his determination to the enemy.
His body flashed, rushing towards the black shadow like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky. His speed was so fast that it made people's eyes blur.
The black shadow snorted coldly, the voice was full of disdain and ridicule,
The hands danced, and the black energy instantly turned into countless sharp blades, flying towards the Falling Sword Soul Douluo like a rainstorm. And go.
These sharp blades shine with a strange light, carrying a heart-stopping evil aura.
Luo Jianhun Douluo waved the long sword in his hand, and the shadows of the sword were like weaving, forming an airtight sword curtain.
Every time the sharp blade collides with the sword curtain, dazzling light and powerful energy fluctuations erupt, and the surrounding air is distorted and distorted by this force.
Sparks are flying, like gorgeous fireworks, but full of fatal danger.
“Watch me break your evil spell!”
Falling Sword Soul Douluo shouted loudly, his voice full of anger and majesty.
The power of his sword suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and fierce.
Every sword had the potential to crack mountains and crack rocks.
He displayed a set of exquisite sword techniques. The shadows of the swords were numerous and intertwined into a gorgeous net, shrouding the shadows in it.
The shadow of the sword is unpredictable, dazzling and elusive.
The black shadow dodges left and right, its figure erratic.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and as he muttered words, the dark energy became more and more surging.
The Falling Sword Soul Douluo became more and more courageous as he fought, and the light on his sword became stronger and stronger, like a blazing sun, as if it was going to completely dispel the boundless darkness.
Every sword of his contains powerful soul power and firm will. Every swing of his sword carries an indomitable momentum, vowing to defeat the black shadow.
Veins popped up on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes remained firm and showed no sign of flinching.
The black shadow suddenly laughed wildly: "You think you can defeat me like this? You are so naive!"
The laughter was sharp and harsh, as if it could penetrate people's souls.
After saying that, a more powerful dark force burst out from his body, which was like a huge black wave, surging.
Luo Jianhun Douluo was instantly knocked back several steps by this force, and his feet drew two deep marks on the ground.
Luo Sword Soul Douluo stabilized his figure, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the blood was particularly eye-catching on his resolute face.
But his eyes remained firm, without any fear or flinching.
He once again raised his sword and charged towards the shadow, standing tall and straight, like an unyielding God of War. (End of this chapter)