Chapter 152 Golden Dragon Armor
Wang Qiuer looked at the imposing young man in front of him with some disbelief.
The Golden Dragon Spear...how did it merge with this guy's martial spirit.
And how could his momentum skyrocket, suddenly defeating the Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, and reaching the Soul Douluo realm...
At this time, the fifth golden and black soul ring shone brightly. Jiang Shuo was already covered in a thick layer of golden battle clothes, even his head.
It seems to be a humanoid ferocious beast that exudes the aura of ancient times.
The ability of the fifth soul ring allows Jiang Shuo to feel the true form of the martial soul in advance.
After the fusion, the spear with gold and silver intertwined and the dragon pattern highlighted, jumped for joy in his hand, as if he were meeting a bright master.
Wang Qiuer felt weird, was she the Golden Dragon Spirit, or was this guy?
Jiang Shuo, covered in golden dragon armor, stared straight in front of him.
The shame and anger towards the Holy Soul King in his heart suddenly transferred to the hundred thousand year soul beast in front of him.
The 100,000-year-old soul beast of the Holy Soul Grass was suddenly startled, narrowed its eyes in disbelief, and moved its generous green lips closer.
How did a Soul King... become a Soul Douluo?
In this world, shouldn’t they be the only clan of holy beasts with the ability to directly cross realms?
The next moment, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
The silver gun wrapped in a golden light suddenly blasted out, and the space could not withstand the trembling layers, and circles of rippling textures exploded.
The majestic power and pressure of the golden dragon were thrust out together, and the Hundred Thousand Years Holy Soul Grass was suddenly horrified. How could he be... faintly suppressed?
He is an upright beast king of 100,000 years...
Without any thought, the spear that exploded with extreme power was in front of him, and he had to raise his hand to resist.
A layer of grass-colored soul power rippled out, and a three-foot-high wall suddenly formed in front of the Holy Soul Grass Beast King.
The tip of the spear, which alternated between gold and silver, thundered against the grass wall.
A surging power like mountains colliding was instantly heard. Within a radius of a hundred meters from the center of the battle between the two, the space trembled and exploded, and fine lines were scratched.
In a radius of five hundred meters, the turf flew away, the soil exploded, and a black surface emerged.
Strong air currents suddenly appeared within a radius of several thousand meters, blowing away all living things.
The terrifying momentum of the fight can be heard for dozens of miles around.
Xue and Qiu's expressions changed, and they hurriedly moved back to avoid it.
The next moment, the grass wall in the center of the battle exploded.
A golden figure flew out upside down and stumbled for dozens of meters before regaining its balance.
The 100,000-year-old Holy Soul Grass Beast King has a ferocious and twisted face, and his eyes shine with endless anger.
A bloody hole was stabbed in his body, and green juice flowed out.
"You bastards, I wanted to tease you and then take them back."
"It seems that if you don't break a few of your limbs this time, it's hard to relieve my anger!"
Transformed Man Gritting his teeth, he raised his thick thigh and stomped it to the ground. His whole body flew into the air, surrounded by a bright green light.
Jiang Shuo coughed twice and then stood up. The cross-level battle was also very traumatizing for him. If he didn't have a body that he had endured since childhood, it would be difficult to bear this majestic strength.
“Break my limbs?”
"Hmph, you bitch, I want to see if you break off my limbs, or if I kill you and take my bones!"
When the voice fell, Jiang Shuo's figure transformed, and his whole body shot out.
The spear with the golden dragon pattern on the silver base was bent and made a whirring sound wherever it passed.
The Hundred Thousand Years Holy Soul Grass gritted its back molars and groaned loudly, then suddenly stretched out its right hand.
"Soul Skill·Holy Soul Overlord Spear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a metal clang sounded, and a hundred-foot-long green spear suddenly condensed, with sharp grass threads surrounding it. In the next moment, it penetrated the layers of space and rushed forward, arriving in front of Jiang Shuo in the blink of an eye. .
Before the spear even approached Jiang Shuo, an invisible power came first. The face of the young man wearing brilliant golden dragon armor condensed.
Jiang Shuo changed his forward charge to sideways, and sizzling dark purple thunder burst out from his body. His power suddenly increased, and he had to raise his palms to resist the pressure that fell on his body.
But in the next moment, several more green spears condensed, and the power of the body increased sharply.
Jiang Shuo's face changed slightly, and with a 'bang' sound, his right knee was forced to the ground due to uncontrollable pressure, and the movement of raising his palm stopped abruptly.
"The Soul King is the Soul King. Even if you can surpass the level, you will only be useful to Contra."
"In front of me, you are no different from a miscellaneous fish."
A scoffing sneer sounded, and several hundred-foot-long spears of hundred-thousand-year-old holy soul grass were summoned from the distance again, turning the spear points to penetrate the young man who was half kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, the air suddenly trembled.
The body that was faster than the sound fired circles of sonic booms, and then, a white and slender fist suddenly rushed to the side of the Holy Soul Grass Beast King.
Boom! boom! boom!
The golden female figure punched as fast as thunder, and the space exploded three times in succession.
The strong wind carried by the indescribable force passed through his face. The Hundred Thousand Years Holy Soul King half-squinted his eyes and stopped pressing his right hand to resist.
But the next moment, he felt a pain in his palm.
Wang Qiuer's fist, filled with golden light, struck directly at the palm of the 100,000-year-old Holy Soul King who received the attack.
At this critical moment, a snow-white palm also shot out from behind him.
The Holy Soul Grass Beast King had no choice but to raise his left palm again to resist.
Unlike the huge force that seemed to be able to tear his bones apart, this palm contained a chill that pierced his heart.
Two different but equally powerful attributes raged crazily in the body of the Holy Soul Grass Beast King, causing him to groan uncontrollably.
The green spear that was meant to penetrate Jiang Shuo's body also stagnated.
Getting a rare moment of respite, Jiang Shuo immediately counterattacked. With a stretch of his arm, the gray air flow flew violently, and a layer of air flow armor was once again condensed on his body.
"Field·Guardian of the Evil God!"
"The First Soul Skill·Dark Demon Evil Thunder!"
"Second Style of the Sky-Splitting Spear·Broken Mountain!!"
The three orders were superimposed, and Jiang Shuo's body rushed out with majestic power, finally overturning the green spear around him.
The golden dragon armor used in the fifth soul skill also emitted bright light, causing him to rush five feet in front of his opponent.
The Holy Soul Grass Beast King hummed heavily, his sleeves and robes swung in front of him, and a strong wind spurted out.
Wang Qiuer and Mu Xuezhen, who suddenly approached Jiang Shuo to buy time, fell back one after another.
“Ant, let me sacrifice you first!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his claws had already brought up sharp wind and suddenly grabbed Mu Xue's heart.
Just as the young senior sister was staggered by the momentum, an attack that made her heart shrink suddenly came.
The sky-blue eyes condensed, and she had no choice but to raise her white jade arms to resist.
"Huh! Little Soul Sect, you are seeking your own death!"
The Holy Soul Grass Beast King sneered ferociously at the corner of his mouth, and the power of the claws he extended out increased again.
Wang Qiuer hurriedly stopped and stepped forward, but no matter how hard she punched, she was blocked by the grass-colored wall and could not be rescued.
Almost instantly, Mu Xue was torn apart by the sharp claws, and five deeply visible bone grooves suddenly appeared on the girl's senior sister's arm, full of flesh and blood.
The strong wind also hit her like a sack, and she fell dozens of meters away.
I suddenly fell into a coma.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Shuo suddenly became furious.
(End of this chapter)