Douluo: Legend of the Ancestral Dragon

After the pause just now, the incense stick on the ground had already burned half, Zhao Wuji didn't care at all, even if there was only a little left, he was confident to defeat Tang San immediately.

"Little guy, are you ready?" Zhao Wuji asked.

With Ning Rongrong's increased strength and speed, Tang San felt better than ever before, his ten fingers began to vibrate quickly, quickly adjusting his state.

Xuan Tian Gong mobilized with all his strength, the purple magic pupils turned, and both eyes turned purple.

The aura emanating from Tang San's body was not strong, but it made Zao Wuji a little shocked. He actually felt a trace of danger on Tang San's body.

how can that be? He was already a soul saint, and Tang San was only a great soul master, how could he have felt the danger?

Although shocked, Zao Wou-Ki never doubted his hunch.

Tang San raised his head abruptly, his eyes flashed with purple light, and his temperament changed drastically in an instant.

One word to describe him at this time is to move forward without any fear.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful." Tang San reminded him, rubbing his palm between his belts, and with a strong shake, ten cold rays of light flashed away in the air.

What a great speed! Zhao Wuji was startled, and his martial spirit was released in an instant.

He was originally less than 1.7 meters tall, but after his martial spirit possessed his body, his body swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he became a giant over 2.5 meters tall, and his already extremely prominent muscles were even more exaggerated.

What Tang San sent out were ten bone-penetrating needles, combined with Xuan Tian Gong's internal strength and the augmented body strength, the formidable power was already extremely terrifying.

The harsh sound of breaking through the air made Zao Wou-Ki have to wait for him.

With a low roar, he directly activated the strongest defensive soul skill, Immovable King Ming, and a strong golden light erupted from his body, which could rebound attacks within three meters of his body.

Tang San's ten bone-penetrating needles aimed at Zao Wou-ki's ten vital parts. They shot at Zao Wou-ki's Fudo Ming Wang, all of which were bounced back, causing no damage to Zao Wou-ki.

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "It's not enough to see the bells and whistles."

Tang San's expression was extremely calm, and his hands kept rubbing his waist,

Then he threw it forward, and various hidden weapons were continuously launched by him.

The lancet, the locust stone, the bone needle, the money dart... Tang San's inventory of hidden weapons was rapidly being consumed.

Zao Wou-Ki couldn't laugh anymore, Tang San's hidden weapon attack angle was too tricky, the number of them was large, and the power they fired was not small.

Zao Wou-Ki knew that if he hadn't opened the Unmoving King Ming's body, his body would have been hit by these densely packed strange hidden weapons.

He was already extremely shocked. The fighting power displayed by this kid was simply not something that a great soul master could possess.

Zao Wou-Ki was certain that even the Soul Venerable and even the Soul Sect would be defeated under such a dense and powerful attack.

He glanced at the incense stick, and there was not much left.

"Good boy, I underestimated you, it's time to end it." Zhao Wuji shouted, and the fourth spirit ring lit up.

This spirit ability of his is called Position Tracking. After the spirit ability was activated, the fourth spirit ring was directly separated from the body, flew to Tang San, and trapped Tang San.

Zao Wou-Ki jumped up and jumped towards Tang San.

Tang San was horrified to find that no matter which direction he ducked in, Zao Wuji's body jumping in the air would move with the direction he ducked.

A cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes, and he stopped. Just as Zhao Wuji was about to fall in front of him, a dozen thick blue silver grasses sprang up from the ground, tied firmly to Zhao Wuji's body, and pulled him towards him. Pull down.

At the same time, his hands were raised, and six crossbow arrows shot out from his sleeves with a sharp and strong whistle.

"It's a good show." Ao Tian said with a smile.

Xiao Wu stared at the battlefield with excitement and anticipation, while Zhu Zhuqing was a little puzzled, not understanding what Ao Tian was talking about.

When the six crossbow arrows approached within three meters of Zao Wou-Ki, Zao Wou-Ki's complexion changed because his immovable King Ming's body was broken open.

Six arrows shot at the vital part of his body, puff puff... The arrows shot into Zao Wou-Ki's body, leaving only a small section outside.

Tang San was a little surprised when he saw this. Just when he was hesitating whether to stop attacking, Zhao Wuji roared angrily, and the blue silver grass wrapped around him was shaken to pieces.

A powerful aura erupted from Zao Wou-Ki's body, and he roared: "Little brat, you think I'm a sick cat if I don't show off my arrogance?"

His second spirit ring lit up, the Vajra palm spirit ability was activated, and the palm instantly became as big as a palm fan, swiping towards Tang San.

Tang San's complexion changed greatly, and at the same time as he quickly retreated, a dozen weak golden lights shot out from his fingernails, attacking the parts of Zao Wuji's body that were not critical.

If Zao Wou-Ki hadn't seen that faint golden light, he would never have discovered this hidden weapon as small as a hairline.

More than a dozen dragon beard needles were injected into Zao Wuji's body, penetrated deep into it, and immediately contracted into a ball inside, pulling the muscle fascia inside.

Zao Wou-Ki screamed in agony, and became even more furious, the gravity-enhancing, gravity-squeezing soul skills acted on Tang San.

Tang San only felt the terrifying pressure squeezing his body, making him unable to move at all, and even his internal organs were subjected to the terrifying squeezing force, and began to appear injured.

Zao Wou-Ki was in a heart-wrenching pain, and some of the dozen or so rolled up dragon whiskers had already been shot into his internal organs.

Under the anger, he has lost his mind.

Even when Tang San couldn't move, his second spirit ability, Dali Vajra Palm, still slapped at Tang San.

Tang San still kept his composure, his chest muscles trembled, and sixty-four poisonous steel needles shot out from his chest, all of which fell into Zao Wuji's body.

This is his hidden weapon innuendo.

The steel needle carried the venom of the mandala snake. The poison attacked very quickly, and Zao Wou-Ki found that his power was waning.

His anger was even more intense, to the point that if he stopped, he would lose.

Injured by Tang San's so many weird weapons, if he stopped his hand, he couldn't hold his breath. He had to teach Tang San a lesson and suppress Tang San's arrogance.

When Pu Fan's big hand was about to hit Tang San, Tang San's head lowered slightly, his back muscles trembled with difficulty, and a large crossbow arrow with greater power shot out from behind him.

puff! The arrow directly pierced through Zao Wou-Ki's body, and flew out from behind, bringing out a large puddle of blood.

"Bunny!" Zhao Wuji roared angrily, fanning Tang San with his big hand.

When he slapped Tang San, he had already withdrawn the gravitational squeeze on Tang San, otherwise, Tang San would have been squeezed in place, and if he slapped him, his body would definitely be slapped into flesh.

Tang San's body shot out like a cannonball, and when he was in the air, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then smashed a wooden house into a hole.

Tang San was lying on the ground in the wooden house, with a smile on his face, he succeeded, just when he was shot, he saw that the incense stick had already been burned.

He actually endured a stick of incense under the hands of a Soul Saint.

It's just that the severe pain from all over the body made him a little unbearable, and when he checked his body condition inside, he was shocked.

His internal organs had been severely traumatized and he began to bleed profusely.

He looked out and saw that Zhao Wuji was spitting out black blood, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"I actually... defeated a Soul Saint?" Tang San was shocked, and then a violent dizziness came, and the blackness in front of him completely lost consciousness.