Chapter 102 The best martial spirit in the world, the King Quan Sword!
“This attack power is worthy of the head of the royal family.” Yue Guan gritted his teeth, and the fifth soul ring on his body also lit up, “The fifth soul skill, Gathering of Han Yings!”
With Yue Guan's control, the petals previously suspended in mid-air condensed crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming two sharp blades that flew towards Wang Quan Wumu without hesitation.
Wang Quan Wumu glanced at the petals of the strange and velvet chrysanthemum flying towards the sky, and immediately stepped back, the ten thousand year soul ring on his body also lit up at this moment.
“The sixth soul skill, King Power Sword Soul.”
Wang Quan Wumu was suspended in mid-air, his eyes calmly staring at the Qi Rongtian Ju Wuhun who was very close at hand, and then he raised his right hand high above his head, and countless phantoms of Wang Quan Sword appeared out of thin air around Wang Quan Wumu's body.
When Wang Quan Wumu waved the King Quan Sword in his hand, countless King Quan Sword shadows rushed towards Ju Douluo's fifth soul skill with overwhelming force.
The collision between the two produced dazzling sparks, and the powerful power attracted the attention of many strong men in the academy.
Nine soul rings...titled Douluo!
The Han Ying Gathering is originally a broadsword made of plants, and it is not qualified to be compared with a real sword.
With a simple attack, the gathering of Han Ying in Juhua Pass exploded instantly, and he himself flew backwards under this fierce attack, hitting the wall hard and throwing up a cloud of dust.
Wang Quan Wumu stepped on the martial spirit and stared at the position of Yueguan calmly.
Ju Douluo wiped the dust on his face, raised his head and looked at the king Quan Wumu who was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and said with a sly smile: "Okay, I didn't expect you to reach this level at your age. This realm is really incredible."
"Excellent."
Wang Quan Wumu said calmly: "The sword formed by plants is like this. Compared with the real sword, it is. The gap between the two is still relatively large.”
Ju Douluo looked at the strange velvet Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial spirit in his hand, and understood that even if his martial spirit was the best, it was still too different for a real sword.
However, Ju Douluo was also a master who refused to admit defeat. He raised his head and looked at Wang Quan Wumu in front of him, and said softly: "In that case, let me learn your true strength."
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
With the release of the seventh soul power, the energy in Ju Douluo's body instantly exploded, and immediately countless golden rays of light erupted from his body. Not only that, countless strange velvet giant chrysanthemums were surging crazily, causing the air here to become distorted.
Wang Quan Wumu’s right foot gently stepped on the ground, and the soul ring that symbolized strength and power also lit up instantly at this moment.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
“This…”
Seeing the configuration of soul rings floating on Wang Quan Wumu’s body, Ju Douluo immediately broke his voice and said: “Has six ten thousand year soul rings and three hundred thousand year soul rings. Titled Douluo, how is this... possible?"
Wang Quan Wumu nodded and said with a smile: "Nothing is impossible."
"The seventh soul skill, Wang Quan Zhen. Body! ”
As soon as Wang Quan Wumu released Wang Quan's true form, the sky where thunderclouds were originally rolling became extremely clear at this moment.
Even the strong men who were still fighting stopped what they were doing and raised their heads in disbelief, with a look of shock in their eyes.
This frightening energy.
What is happening ahead here?
The royal sword's light falls vertically, and the huge sword covers the sky and the sun, which is about a thousand feet long. Even if you just stand here, you will feel that the soul power in your body is throbbing, and even your own Wuhun is also fighting crazily. Any martial spirit will be completely suppressed in front of the King Quan Sword, and will not even have the ability to resist. The same is true for the spirit masters of the Spirit Hall who rush up.
The moment they touched the sword light, their bodies instantly turned into a wisp of silver-white smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The golden light seemed to destroy the sky, spreading out in all directions, and the stone walls on both sides trembled crazily.
Ju Douluo frowned slightly, and he also understood that if he did not use some of his true strength today, I am afraid that even he might be defeated by Wang Quan Wumu, let alone solve the mission goal. in hand.
If this matter spreads out, how can I gain a foothold in Wuhun Hall in the future?
Thinking of this, Ju Douluo's eyes gradually became firm, and he took a deep breath of hot breath. At the same time, the ninth soul ring on his body also lit up.
"The ninth soul skill, the chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with injuries, and the flowers fall and people are heartbroken!"
The Qi Rongtian Ju Wuhun is shaking crazily when Ju Douluo does not care about the cost of his soul power. At this moment, Ju Douluo has decided to use his strongest soul skill to defeat Wang Quan Wumu.
Even if the final outcome is a lose-lose situation, he does not want to lose at the hands of a teenage boy. This is not only a slap in his face, but also a slap in the face of the entire Wuhun Palace and even the Pope. Face.
Wang Quan Wumu didn't pay much attention to it. He pointed to the sky and the unparalleled sword light instantly enveloped the entire valley. With his majestic bearing, he was like a god descending, and his body slowly rose.
"This amazing deterrent force, is this a god-level martial spirit...the King Quan Sword?"
Wang Quan Wumu waved his right hand very naturally, and with the earth-shattering energy suddenly coming, the chrysanthemum in front of him Douluo fell back almost instantly and immediately hit the stone wall.
The entire stone wall began to collapse instantly.
Perhaps even he himself did not expect that his Qi Rong Tian Ju martial soul would be so fragile in front of the King Quan Sword.
However, just when he was about to take action again, a ghostly figure flew quickly from a distance, and the air wave it brought also blocked Wang Quan Wumu's vision.
"Only a ghost but no soul ring, here comes another one."
Wang Quan Wumu frowned and stared at the man in black robes, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"Old ghost~"
Yueguan crawled out from the ruins and looked at the gathering black figures. He couldn't hold back the restlessness at the moment and said hurriedly.
Yes, the person who came was none other than Ghost Douluo, one of the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace, Gui Mei.
The ghost rushed towards Wang Quan Wumu's position. Just as he was about to approach, a blue Seven Kills Sword instantly blocked his path.
Soon Kendo Chenxin, who was wearing a blue robe and wielding a sword, came over. He stared at the people in front of him expressionlessly, with a cold look on his face.
The ghost slowly emerged from the black smoke, holding his chest with both hands, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Chrysanthemum Pass, this time is to solve the mission goal, you come here What's the point of competing with Wang Quan Wumu here?"
Juhuaguan patted the dust on his body, used his legs to jump on the ghost, and then pointed his sword at Chen Xin and said angrily: "Chen Xin, Lian You. Do you also want to swim in this muddy water? ”
(End of this chapter)