Like most evil soul masters, his ability is based on killing. Wang Xiaolei knows this better than anyone else.
At this moment, Wang Xiaolei's mind was extremely calm. He wanted to use this skill to pollute Yuan Gungun. As long as he polluted his martial soul and made him unable to use the power of light, he would have the absolute upper hand.
The next moment Evil Frost was cast, Wang Xiaolei's toes were on the ground, and he took a step forward like a ghost. At the same time, he raised his right hand high and pointed directly in the direction of Yuan Gungun.
As he raised his right hand, amidst the exclamations of the audience, his sleeves naturally slid down to his shoulders, and the exposed right arm turned out to be completely white bones, without any flesh and blood.
The pale bones reflect the cold light under the light, which complements his cold aura. There is no doubt that this weird soul skill possesses extremely terrifying power.
"What is that?" "His arms are actually bones!"
"Oh my God, is it possible that Wang Xiaolei, hidden under the black robe, is actually a skeleton?"
< br>The weirdness of the evil soul master made countless people's scalps numb and their whole bodies tremble with chills. Some timid spectators even couldn't help but close their eyes, not daring to watch the scene on the competition stage.
Wang Xiaolei paid no attention to the reactions around him. On his raised right hand, the purple-black light became stronger and stronger, and the evil aura surged like a tide. The temperature of the entire competition stage dropped suddenly, as if even the air was gone. to be frozen.
His evil frost can not only pollute the opponent, but also make the evil aura of the vengeful spirit crazily corrode the opponent, and even turn the opponent into a vengeful spirit and become part of his power.
At the same time, Evil Frost also has a strong restricting effect, able to freeze the opponent's soul power and make it unable to move. As for how long you can limit your opponent, it depends on your opponent's own strength.
At this time, Wang Xiaolei's fifth soul ring was already lighting up, which meant that his soul power had reached its peak state at this moment.
Having learned from Geely’s previous experience of carelessly underestimating the enemy but being killed by his opponent, Wang Xiaolei had no intention of being merciful at this moment, and would always make a killing move.
The purple-black light on his right hand became extremely dazzling, and the entire competition stage was shrouded in this evil aura. At the same time, a voice like a whimpering spirit also sounded, which was very disturbing. Bones are astounding.
Even Bupo Douluo's face turned gloomy.
Of course he wouldn't be afraid of Wang Xiaolei's attack power.
However, he could feel that the strong aura of resentful spirits contained in Wang Xiaolei's ability was at least brought about by hundreds of lives!
This guy is an executioner.
Although Zheng Zhan was born in the Sun and Moon Empire and had a close relationship with the royal family, he did not have a good impression of these evil soul masters at all.
He even secretly thought that if possible, he would let Yuan Gungun of the Snow Demon Sect kill this guy, and he would never intervene.
"Ah!" In the scream, Wang Xiaolei's right arm suddenly swung down, and suddenly, a long purple-black whip was thrown out from his raised right hand.
The long whip pointed forward and struck straight at Yuan Gungun who was restrained by the evil frost.
This is his powerful fifth soul skill, the Whip of Death.
Once hit by the whip of death, it will be corroded by the breath of death.
At the same time, you will be crazily attacked by the terrifying vengeful spirit contained in this whip of death, until your own soul also turns into a vengeful spirit.
This whip of death also needs to be refined with resentful spirits.
There are already more than two hundred resentful spirits on Wang Xiaolei's whip of death.
The fifth soul skill composed of so many resentful spirits is so powerful that even many seven-ring soul saint level powerhouses cannot withstand it.
You must know that souls that can be made into wraiths are not found everywhere.
It’s not just about killing anyone. Only those humans who have deep resentment in their hearts, or who suffer too much fear when they die, will have powerful resentful spirits.
For this reason, Wang Xiaolei did not know how many people were tortured and killed to achieve what he is today. Unbroken Douluo Zheng Zhan still doesn't understand the evil soul master well enough.
The number of lives lost in Wang Xiaolei's hands was not just hundreds, but already four figures.
The purple-black whip passed by, and countless shrill screams suddenly sounded in the air. Just the sound coming from one direction outside the competition stage made the spectators who were closer to each other dizzy. I felt dizzy, as if my soul was about to leave my body.
After this game, these dizzy spectators all fell seriously ill when they returned home.
Yuan Gungun stood motionless, as if he had really been contaminated by the evil frost. He seemed unable to do anything in the face of the falling whip of death.
Before his eyes, the terrifying whip was about to fall on him. Suddenly, a strong golden light burst out with Yuan Gungun's body as the center.
The evil ice blue that was previously attached to his body exploded instantly and spread outward.
Immediately afterwards, a crystal clear golden palm poked out and grabbed the long whip.
"Ah--" A shrill scream suddenly came from the whip of death. The voice was full of pain and despair, as if he was undergoing the most cruel torture in the world.
I saw balls of dazzling light mist rolling violently around Yuan Gungun's palm, gushing out like boiling magma.
Each piece of light mist exudes a sacred aura, but is twisted into painful human faces, struggling and wailing in mid-air, and finally dissipates into nothingness.
Intertwined with the power of light are wisps of strange purple-black mist. They swim in the air like poisonous snakes, exuding a heart-stopping aura of death.
When Wang Xiaolei saw this, he became furious and roared like a wild beast.
In order to refine this evil whip of death, he spent countless efforts, even selling his soul to the darkness, and finally ended up becoming a human and a ghost.
Now, this treasure that has condensed all his efforts has been gradually damaged by Yuan Gungun's power of light. This is simply unbearable pain for him!
Every wisp of purple-black mist dissipated, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, making him miserable.
However, Wang Xiaolei is a strong man who has experienced countless life and death tests. He can still maintain a trace of calmness under severe pain and anger.
He did not try to withdraw the whip of death, because he knew that with Yuan Gungun's current state, any defense would be in vain.
He made a prompt decision, jerked his right wrist, and the originally straight whip of death suddenly danced like a snake, winding towards Yuan Gungun's neck like lightning.
Wang Xiaolei's movements were as fast as lightning, and his strikes were ruthless and decisive. He was obviously determined to kill. However, he also knew very well that Yuan Gungun was no longer what he used to be at this moment.
He clearly saw that the soul ring representing the fifth soul skill on Yuan Gungun was shining with dazzling light, which meant that he had entered the state of being possessed by the Bright Titan.
With the power of the Light Titan, Yuan Gungun's defense and attack power will reach a terrifying level. It will not be easy to defeat him.
But Wang Xiaolei also had his own trump card. The sixth soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, and balls of rich purple-black light spurted out from his body, quickly covering his whole body.
The black cloak he wore that had been concealed for a long time shattered at this moment, revealing his true face hidden under the cloak.
As many people had guessed, under the black cloak, Wang Xiaolei's body turned out to be a dense white skeleton without a trace of flesh and blood. It was a living skeleton!
In the empty eye sockets, two groups of dark red flames were beating violently, like will-o'-the-wisps coming from the depths of hell, emitting a creepy light.
On his pale bones, strange purple-black patterns emerged, like some ancient and evil runes, exuding heart-stopping power fluctuations.
Wang Xiaolei slowly raised his left hand and gently pressed it on his right hand holding the whip of death. The purple-black light tumbling on his body suddenly poured into his right hand like a tide, and finally poured into his right hand. into the whip of death.
The resentful spirits that were moaning in pain on the whip all became quiet at this moment, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
A terrifying breath of death erupted from the whip of death, rushing towards Yuan Gungun like a raging tide.
Yuan Gungun's face changed slightly. He could clearly feel that a strong breath of death was coming towards his face, impacting his senses like a huge wave.
The aura was cold, evil, and had a disgusting smell of decay, as if it was going to swallow up all life in the world.
The whip of death in his hand trembled violently, as if it was breaking free from his control and flying towards the source of the breath.
Yuan Gungun thought and decisively released his grip on the whip of death. He took a deep breath, concentrated the power of light on his palms, and then slammed forward.
The golden light of his right palm shone like the sun in the sky, and with unparalleled evil-destroying power, it struck hard on the purple-black aura.
“Boom!”
A deafening loud noise, like a bolt from the blue, exploded over the competition stage.
A shock wave visible to the naked eye centered on the place where the two met and spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the air was violently distorted and the ground cracked inch by inch.
Yuan Gungun remained motionless, standing firmly on the spot, but his expression became serious.
Because he discovered that even though he had tried his best, the purple-black aura was only repelled a little bit and did not completely dissipate.
On the contrary, after a brief stagnation, the aura swept towards him again, and the aura was more ferocious than before, as if a ferocious beast that chose people to devour him completely.
Yuan Gungun did not dare to neglect and struck out with his left palm again.
This time, the golden light on his left palm was even more dazzling, like the scorching sun, emitting endless light and heat.
“Boom!”
There was another loud noise, and the golden flames and purple-black breath collided again, erupting into even more terrifying energy fluctuations.
Yuan Gungun shot continuously with both palms, and the golden light thunder was like a barrage of cannons, constantly bombarding the purple-black aura.
Each light thunder contains extremely powerful evil-destroying power, which is enough to kill a Contra-level strong man to pieces.
However, in the face of such a fierce attack, the purple-black aura still did not dissipate. Instead, it became more and more solid, as if it had turned into a huge black palm, grabbing at Yuan Gungun's head. Down.
He looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar, then rushed towards Wang Xiaolei again, and the bone claws appeared on the ground again.
Unfortunately, this time, his sharp bone claws could no longer touch Yuan Gungun's body.
The power of light seemed to have covered Yuan Gungun with a layer of golden armor, allowing him to move freely through Wang Xiaolei's attacks.
Every swipe of the bone claw can only bring about a violent wave of energy, but it cannot touch the corner of Yuan Gungun's clothes.
Wherever Yuan Gungun passed, the originally extremely sharp bone claws shattered and turned into bone powder floating in the sky.
The soul fire beating in Wang Xiaolei's eyes jumped violently, and a look of panic flashed away.
In the confrontation just now, he originally thought that he and Yuan Gungun were equally powerful, but now it seems that he is completely at a disadvantage.
He was unable to distance himself from Yuan Gungun, nor could he use his two strongest soul skills to cause substantial damage to Yuan Gungun.
Wang Xiaolei knew clearly that he must change his strategy as soon as possible, otherwise he would fall into an extremely dangerous situation.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner uneasiness, and quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind.
He knew that Yuan Gungun's state would definitely not last long. As long as he could survive this period, he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Wang Xiaolei's best attack method is long-range consumption, but now facing the extremely fast Yuan Gungun, it is difficult for long-range attacks to be effective.
It is even more unrealistic to rely on speed to keep distance. His only option now is to use powerful defense and continuous attacks to delay time, waiting for the moment when Yuan Gungun's state subsides.
Wang Xiaolei raised his bony right hand gently, and the third soul ring suddenly lit up, emitting a faint purple light. A dark purple bubble appeared out of thin air, expanded rapidly, and enveloped his entire body.
Immediately afterwards, his withered skeletal arms opened slightly, splitting from left to right. The purple-black lines on his body seemed to be injected with life, and instantly became extremely bright, emitting a strange light.
At the same time, he stretched out his arms, and his fourth soul ring also lit up. Pieces of purple-black halo centered on him and spread to the surroundings, exuding a cold aura. , chilling.
This is Wang Xiaolei's third soul skill, Death Guard, and his fourth soul skill, Sea of Dead Souls. Wang Xiaolei's most powerful attack methods are the fifth and sixth soul skills released while in the state of the Sea of Dead Souls.
Because Yuan Gungun's attack was too fast and violent, he had no time to release the Sea of Dead Souls and could only defend passively.
The Sea of Death is somewhat similar to the Domain, but it is different. It can only act within a ten-meter diameter range around Wang Xiaolei's body, and once it is cast, it will not change with Wang Xiaolei's movement. Location. (End of this chapter)