Chapter 243: Struggled in all directions, unable to recover
The power of wind and fire gathered by the Bone Dragon King collided with the bright holy pillar of the Holy Dragon of Light.
As soon as the three violent elements came into contact, they emitted a violent explosion that shook the sky and the earth.
At this moment, the entire land was trembling, and within a radius of ten miles, wherever the elemental tide passed, it became a wasteland.
The grass and trees were shattered, the rocks were turned into powder, and all living creatures only had time to let out a cry before they were rolled into powder.
Wu Fu's strong warning of life and death made Jiang Shuo mobilize his soul power and true energy without reservation. With the blessing of Taixu True Yuan Jue Dantian, soul power eight times that of an ordinary soul saint surged into his meridians.
Finally, the element of light is formed, and the two elements of wind and fire are sprayed towards the Bone Dragon King through the Holy Dragon Judgment.
This violent collision also made his already not very full soul power nearly exhausted.
With the two final rumblings, the collision between the Baizhang Wind Spear and the God of Death, and the conflict between the Holy Dragon Judgment and the Bone Dragon King were suddenly separated.
The light dissipated slightly, but Jiang Shuo's eyes suddenly darkened.
A crystal-clear jade palm suddenly appeared and struck towards his heart.
So fast! !
Jiang Shuo was frightened and turned sideways in a hurry.
He barely managed to escape the fatal blow, but his feet were unsteady due to the wind of the palm. Zhong Liwu's second palm came again.
The level ninety-eight peak Douluo's understanding of soul skills and martial arts far surpassed his. The opponent could retract his martial soul in one go, but his Wind God Spear was still stagnant in the air.
Jiang Shuo's eyes narrowed as he was hit in the lower abdomen by a second palm.
Bang! ! !
The sound of gold and stone came from the contact point, and the young man suddenly staggered back hundreds of meters.
Poof...
A large mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, dyeing a large area of the world red.
Still, with the golden dragon armor possessing him, it blocked a considerable part of the force for him. If not, a palm from the ninety-eighth peak could destroy most of his vitality.
Jiang Shuo held a spear in the air with both hands, trying hard to stabilize his retreating figure. His heart was beating fast, and a dizzy feeling came to his mind.
Zhong Liwu stood a hundred meters away, indifferent, leaving only a look of indifference on his face.
“With the soul saint realm, you are proud enough to resist the palm of this leader.”
“But, you are even more determined to die.”
"If you want to blame it, it's because your family is too prominent, so prominent that everyone is afraid of it."
Jiang Shuo gasped for breath, his mouth and nose filled with a strong smell of blood.
My eyes became clearer and clearer.
It has never been his character to blame others.
The family has given him so much, how could he still blame the family?
Everything is just a matter of inferior skills.
The world is inherently unfair. When he met Lao Yinbi, who had practiced cultivation for more than a hundred years, he could only say that he was unlucky.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, Jiang Shuo straightened his waist, grinned and said with a sneer, "Do you think Leader Zhong thinks you've got me?"
"It's nearly two hundred for me. A peak Douluo who is 20 years old has been fighting against me, a 16-year-old soul saint, and he is very proud.” The wolf I was chasing ran away for thousands of miles, even his soul bones were set on fire, and it took less than half a year to recover from his injuries? "
Zhong Liwu's face slowly darkened, and his eyes shot out a cold light.
"That mouth is really good at talking. I will tear it off later and appreciate it."
After saying this, his figure suddenly disappeared from the place, and the light suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, a claw with black wind struck the young man's head.
Jiang Shuo sneered, held up the Taixu Xuanqian, and blocked the black claws that struck down.
At the same time, he turned his waist and shot out his whip legs.
Since you can't compete with soul skills and cultivation.
Then use the melee combat that Wufu is best at!
Even if I die, I will bite off one of Zhong Liwu’s arms! !
The lightning-fast golden dragon armor shot out with its right leg, and Zhong Liwu instinctively raised his left leg to block it.
There was a bang of gold and stone, followed by two cracks of bone cracking.
Zhong Liwu's expression changed slightly. His left leg, which was equipped with a hundred thousand year soul bone, was so strong that it even broke the bone at the same time.
After succeeding with one blow, Jiang Shuo sneered even more. He released his golden dragon armor right fist that was holding the gun barrel tightly and blasted forward, heading straight for Zhongli Wu Mianmen.
Bang! !
The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult wrapped his claws in black light and hurriedly received the golden right fist. The two soul powers collided with each other, and the huge force pushed both of them three meters away.
Three meters is the best range for the spear. Jiang Shuo no longer cares about the damage to his body, and the golden sea of three-thousand-meter spear spirit boils at the center of his eyebrows.
The spear was invisibly covered in a thin golden light.
Stab, pick, sweep, all the first two moves of the Sky-Splitting Spear Technique can be used vividly in the hands of the young man.
The continuously exploding airflow and fragmented space are the best reward for Jiang Shuo's ten years of practicing spears.
The gun shoots out like a dragon, and the warrior's advantage in close combat is clearly revealed.
Even Zhong Liwu, whose soul power was as strong as the sea, could not stop retreating under such a fierce and desperate attack.
The speed of the black claw's slashes became slower and slower, gradually becoming more defensive than offensive.
He was actually being suppressed? !
The look of astonishment on his face became more intense.
Zhong Liwu couldn't help but reveal the ferocious expression on his face.
Just as his face was changing, Jiang Shuo, who was desperately trying, stabbed him hard and hit him in the left chest.
The tip of the spear was wielded with great force, and it was slashed violently, breaking from the chest to the abdomen, creating a ferocious bloody mouth.
Zhong Liwu was finally injured.
The indifference on his face disappeared, leaving only a face full of violence and ferocity.
“Good boy, if you want to die so much, this leader will help you!!”
The black claw suddenly slashed down, hitting the tip of the golden spear that had just been drawn out. The air flow exploded, causing Jiang Shuo to stumble and unable to replenish his spear. Zhong Liwu took advantage of the opportunity to distance himself.
“After seeing my leader’s eighth soul skill, you can die without regrets!”
It was as dark as an abyss, and the voice seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss, making people goosebumps when they heard it. At first.
The second 100,000-year-old soul ring behind Zhong Liwu was red and sun-devouring. The soul core in his body was spinning like a top, and the majestic soul power poured out crazily, pouring into his eighth soul skill.
There was a loud metallic sound.
A dark scythe a hundred feet long suddenly appeared in the sky.
Zhong Liwu rose into the air, holding the handle of the sickle with both hands, and his eyes shot out an extremely cold light.
"The Eighth Soul Skill of the God of Death, Evil True Scythe!!"
The scythe cut through the air sharply, and before it was swung down, the space cracks were already busy clinging to it.
The overwhelming evil aura surged in, and Jiang Shuo's heart dropped to the bottom.
With a heavy step of his left foot, the Taixu Xuanqian broke away from his hand and stood firmly in the sky.
"The divine spear is famous, and its command is Taixuan, the seventh soul skill of Taichu Xuanqian·Xuanqian True Body!"
The residual soul power of the two dantians poured into the seventh explosion crazily. The flashing red soul ring.
The silver gun projects a hundred-foot shadow in the air.
The surface ignited with crimson fire, and the tip of the spear glowed with bright golden light.
"Go! The true form of the mysterious spear!!"
As Jiang Shuo's right hand suddenly swung forward, the Baizhang Silver Spear seemed to have been ordered, penetrated the void, and ran towards the death scythe that was swung down high.
The two weapons haven't collided yet, and the attributes they erupted from each other have been entangled and consumed together.
The ultimate fire given to him by Liehuo Xingjiaoshu suddenly melted away with the extremely evil black energy.
The next moment, the sound of weapons piercing the eardrums echoed between heaven and earth.
The ultimate fire was very strong, but Jiang Shuo was already almost out of power after many rounds of battles. Due to his continued weakness, the fire attribute was suddenly overshadowed by the evil attribute in a short time.
The spear spirit was very tenacious, sharp and powerful, but in the end it was cut off because its master couldn't fight Zhongliwu's steady stream of black energy.
The Baizhang Silver Spear shattered sonorously as there was no more soul power input into the meridians.
The Evil True Scythe paused for a moment, used its remaining power to crush the space, and slashed down towards the young man.
Jiang Shuo stood weakly in the void holding his spear, helplessly watching the giant scythe approaching.
With all your strength exhausted and your muscles withered, this is what your fate should be.
Struggled with all kinds of efforts, but unable to recover.
(End of this chapter)