Chapter 4 The Eighth Soul Ring
Qianjun Douluo murmured: "Young Master, your combat experience is still not rich enough? The sword just now should have been aimed at the wings of the two-winged white tiger. In this way, the two-winged white tiger loses its ability to fly. "
The seraphs with the ability to fly will have a greater advantage against the two-winged white tiger that has lost its ability to fly.
Qianjun Douluo naturally didn't know that the Qianxunji in front of him was no longer the Qianxunji he once was. The current Qianxunji was extremely lacking in combat experience. He didn't cut off the wings of the two-winged white tiger, just to Exercise combat experience.
When Qianxunji caused a three-inch deep wound on Eryi Guangbaihu's armpit, he was already in an invincible position.
As long as the Angel Realm is turned on, with the purification ability of the Angel Realm, it only takes a while to purify all the soul power in its body. By then, even a 75,000-year-old soul beast will be weaker than an ordinary beast tiger of the same size. It won't be much stronger.
The battle between Chihiro Ji and Er-Wing Guang Bai Hu is continuing. Er-Wing Guang Bai Hu, who was wounded in the armpit, used his soul power to block the wound to prevent blood from flowing out. Because of the injury, his melee combat effectiveness was impaired. So the long-range attack started.
The sweaters on the two-winged light white tiger all stood up and lit up with golden light, like small soul power storage capsules. The golden soul power was slowly transported and gathered in the mouth, like a small soul. Forced artillery shells generally sprayed out.
Qian Xunji flapped his wings behind his back and quickly dodged as cannonballs passed through his path.
The cannonball blasted into the Star Forest. A large tree that was hundreds of meters tall and required more than ten people to surround it was completely penetrated. This shows the terrifying power of the soul power cannonball.
Qianjun Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly, "Jiang Mo, look at that beast's mouth getting a little brighter every time he fires a shell."
I have been paying attention to Qian Xunji's complete failure to use the two-winged white tiger. After hearing this, the Demon-Conquering Douluo, who was paying close attention to the two-winged white tiger, looked at it carefully, "It seems that he is the real big brother, and the belly of that beast has also become bigger."
"Then The beast may be accumulating an extremely powerful attack and is preparing to rescue the young master!"
Qianxunji, who was flying in mid-air to avoid the soul power cannonballs of the two-winged white tiger, suddenly stopped, with his long golden hair on the back of his head. Flying forward, an energy shell exuding terrifying soul wave energy shot out in front of him, only an arm's length away from him.
“As expected of a top soul beast, it can predict my trajectory.”
Qian Xunji did not hesitate to praise the two-winged white tiger. One person once said this about his opponent.
The heroes of the world are really the crucian carp crossing the river.
This Jurchen is a hero.
What a strange woman.
The master is the teacher.
He truly deserves to be the number one wise Taoist immortal in Northern Plains today.
A great hero.
If he can fall into the enemy's tactical trap and be killed by the enemy, it means that Qian Xunji's training and thinking are not good enough.
"Ouch——"
There was another tiger roar that resounded thousands of meters away. Eryiguang understood that the tiger's mouth completely turned into gold, like golden waves, containing extremely terrifying things. The soul power fluctuates, and the terrifying aura it emits even brings the aura of death to Qian Xunji. This is the killing move of the Two-winged Light White Tiger. Every time it finds a soul power cannonball, it will transfer part of the soul power and accumulate it in its belly. Those soul power cannonballs are feint attacks, but the soul power in the belly is the killer move.
As a top-level soul beast that can grow to seventy-five thousand years, it can't do anything without a trump card. The range of this move cannot be avoided by Qianxun Ji.
"Are you here? Angel realm! Angel's true form!"
A circle of golden energy burst out from the angel spirit behind Qian Xunji. The golden energy appeared in a circle with a radius of Nearly a hundred meters away, it contained endless divine light. The seventh soul ring under his feet lit up, and the martial spirit avatar was activated.
Angel Domain, the domain that comes with the Angel Martial Spirit, is similar to the Killing God Domain. It is controlled by the user. In the first stage, the enemy's combat effectiveness is suppressed by 10%, and my combat effectiveness is increased by 10%. At the same time, the sacred energy contained in it can continuously purify the soul power, reaching the angelic realm after the soul saint evolves, and the suppression reaches 30%!
Qian Xunji had already discovered the trump card that Er-Wing Guang Bai Hu had accumulated, but the discovery occurred after Qianjun Douluo. The reason for the discovery was that the wound he had caused to Er-Wing Guang Bai Hu was bleeding, which meant that Er-Wing Guang Bai Hu had no The extra soul power was used to plug the wound, but it was still firing soul power cannonballs. It was obvious where the soul power it gathered went.
In the form of vomiting, all the energy accumulated in the belly of the Two-winged Light White Tiger spurted out, like a small golden waterfall, and the power of each area of this golden waterfall was the same as the previous soul power cannonball. of.
After using the trump card, Eryi Guang understood that the tiger soul power had bottomed out. Normally, it would either kill the opponent and then eat the opponent. If it sensed other dangers, it would spread its wings and run away, but there was a Titled Douluo He was by his side, so this time he quietly admired Qian Xunji's death.
Angels are coming!
The number four under Qianxunji's feet slowly lights up. His soul power output, attack power, and speed are all increased by 50%. He concentrates all his soul power on the sacred sword. The golden sword shines brightly. Let go, the whole person is like a shooting star, falling from the sky and hitting the golden ocean.
Wherever the meteor passed, explosions sounded, and even the angel realm was constantly shaking.
In the golden waterfall, a golden meteor shot out. It was naturally Qian Xunji, but the sacred sword in his hand was broken, and the first, fourth, and fifth soul rings under his feet all dimmed. , it can be seen that he used the first soul skill after his sacred sword was broken in this golden waterfall.
Despite this, the sleeves of Qian Xunji's arms were still broken to the shoulders, and the two thin-skinned and tender arms were completely exposed. The veins on the arms were protruding and dripping with blood.
“You lose!”
Qianxunji jumped out and punched Eryi Guangming hard, his eyes wide open and in a state of daze. The white tiger fought back into the Star Forest.
Under the dense vegetation, Qian Xunji's fists turned into gold, punching several times per second, each punch hitting the heart of the two-winged white tiger, and streaks of golden soul power emerged from the body of the two-winged white tiger.
"Angel Assault!"
The moment the first soul ring cooled down, Qian Xunji launched his soul skill. The soul power gathered in his fist, and before forming a shield, he hit the second one. Golden soul power penetrated Yi Guang Baihu's chest, and a clear fist mark appeared on the tree more than ten meters behind.
The two-winged white tiger spurted out a large mouthful of blood, its heart was blown out, and was beaten to death by Qianxun Ji. A circle of extremely dark soul rings emerged, exuding extremely terrifying soul power fluctuations and resentment.
Cool!
Qianxunji wiped the sweat from his head, and the excitement caused by the adrenaline surge slowly subsided, and he began to breathe heavily. It felt like punching to the flesh without using the spirit of martial arts. It felt really good.
PS: I’m writing about the battle again half a year later, so my writing skills probably haven’t declined.
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