People Are in Douluo, Good at Hugging Thighs

At the foot of the mountain, the guards of the Wuhun Hall in the front row leaned back, stretched their hands forward, struggling to prop up the shield, and retreated with their feet like plowing the ground. At the location of Qian Daoliu, with a wave of his right hand, the air waves in front of him rolled back, and his face was windy. Light clouds.

On the other side, Ning Xiaotian hugged the tree branch with both hands, and swayed with the wind, "Damn! Come on, my tree, don't break it..."

"Ah!" Someone floated away in front of him.

"It's a good thing I didn't choose the trees in the front row..." Ning Xiaotian looked sideways, secretly thankful.

At this moment, on the hill ahead, the seventh word "kill", with a boundless murderous aura, is approaching! !

"Hahaha...exciting!" The desperate pressure came, Golden Crocodile Douluo instinctively felt chills on his back, and his hairs stood on end, but he was still unafraid, on the contrary, he became more excited, and directly dispersed his martial soul avatar , looking up to the sky and screaming, "Good time!"

Before the words fell, he closed his fist and waved his fist.

Golden mans masterpiece!

"???" Ning Xiaotian's scalp exploded, "Golden Crocodile Douluo, is this the seventh kill of the two gods and demons who are going to take over the sword from Grandpa?"

"Is this self-confidence, or awareness?" He was shocked and thoughtful, "Golden Crocodile Douluo's martial soul is good at defense, especially the defense of the martial soul avatar. Now that the martial soul has evolved again, this defensive power is also good greatly enhanced."

"Is he afraid? Afraid that his old self will slack off because of the enhancement brought by external objects, and will shrink and become dependent. Perhaps, he has now noticed this subconscious in his heart. After all, he seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. It is human nature to think for a long time and become lazy.”

"So, Golden Crocodile Douluo wants to use this battle to overcome the fear that comes from his body's instincts, to maintain his absolute self-confidence, his indomitable belief, and to seek a breakthrough between life and death. This kind of awareness..."

"Can I do it?" Ning Xiaotian's eyes sparkled, and there was a trace of admiration in his heart.

"For Grandpa Jian, this battle is for the epiphany in the peak duel!" He moved his eyes upwards, and after swinging the seventh kill, Jian Douluo did not stop, but stood upright in front of his eyes, full of momentum , with awe-inspiring eyes.

The corners of the mouth are raised, smiling, with a hint of madness.

"As for Golden Crocodile Douluo, it's a heart-forging game. If he succeeds, his state of mind will definitely have a great breakthrough. Put it down and pick it up again, and accept the brand new self." Ning Xiaotian smiled freely, with a firm heart: "It's right to go to the capital of killing!"

The only thing he lacks now is the experience of blood, and the capital of killing is the best choice.

"My sword is the most basic swordsmanship, simple and pure, without redundant movements, pursuing fast, accurate, and ruthless. It was born for killing, and it is suitable for it..." Ning Xiaotian was excited, looking into the distance The two of them had a glimmer of expectation.

After seven years, it's time to get out of the sheath!

People are in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

Chapter 165 True 40m Great Sword

"Clang!" There was no ear-piercing roar, it was as crisp as a light touch of gold and stone, Golden Crocodile Douluo's fist hit the center of the killing word, the place where the sword energy criss-crossed was also the strongest point of attack.

"Hiss..." The sword energy swept down, like shattered glass, formless and invisible, strangling down, the golden arm scales immediately had fine and dense white marks, spreading like spider webs, deepening inch by inch, and immediately, the color of blood permeated.

"Pfft!" Golden Crocodile Douluo staggered, raised his chest, two half-finger-wide bloodstains criss-crossed on his chest, neck and shoulders, the scarlet blood was dazzling, serious injuries added to his body, but the giant looked proud, stood upright, and laughed loudly: "As expected of the Dust Heart of Sword Dao!"

"But, is that the only way?" The blood flowed down the golden armor and dripped onto the ground, forming several puddles, with a tall and straight figure, "Not enough, not enough..." He looked up, his pupils full of expectation.

Jian Douluo was moved, he understood the reading, and smiled even more: "Brother Golden Crocodile is so courageous."

"The next move, Chen has not finished yet, please give Brother Jin Crocodile a try!" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, held the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it over the top of his head. , like a...ordinary person.

The sun is rising, and the warm beams of light are reflected on Jian Douluo's body. His white clothes are fluttering, and the holy light is shining, just like a banished immortal. Except for the flying sword under his feet, there is no fluctuation of soul power. The inexplicable and harmless illusion makes everyone at the foot of the mountain stunned Heart palpitations, subconsciously backed away.

Who doesn't know Sword Douluo?The calmer the scene, the more numb their scalps felt.

Qian Daoliu stood up abruptly, staring at the sky with a dignified expression.

The next second, Bibi Dong also stood up, looking around Jian Douluo's body, the air was twisting slightly, and something was about to burst out, she waved her slender hand, "Elder Ghost, go and tell everyone to retreat a hundred meters, get ready Avoid preparation."

This place is under the jurisdiction of Wuhun City, if there are casualties, it will be a big blow to the reputation of Wuhun Palace.Fortunately, most of the sword attacks are straightforward, and the next attack should only hurt a corner, without revealing much hidden combat power.

Moreover, with such a long distance, the aftermath of the battle is limited.

"Yes!" Ghost Douluo turned his head, exchanged a glance with Ju Douluo, and drove sideways.

Qian Daoliu turned his head and glanced, and some people dispersed and disappeared into the crowd.

"Da Tata..." The onlookers who were able to come here are all of good strength, and the process of retreating is extremely fast, like a tide.

"Crack...crack..." Looking at the approaching crowd, Ning Xiaotian hurriedly shuttled towards the back row of tree crowns along with other spectators at high altitude.

As for the horse, it had been frightened long before, and it had already broken free from the rein and ran away.Now he is 500 meters away, eating grass leisurely, and walking quickly, he can only catch a glimpse of a brown horse shadow.

"What is that?" During the flight, someone looked back and exclaimed.

"It seems...it seems...a sword?" The companion trembled a little.

Ning Xiaotian looked back, then stopped and stopped moving forward, and he didn't want to let go of every second that followed. In the distance of his sight, there seemed to be a long sword rising against the sun, with the tip of the sword facing upwards, invisible There is no phase, only from the distorted warm yellow sunlight, it can be seen that it is a sword.

"Is it Grandpa Jian's self-created soul technique Human-Sword Unity? But it doesn't look like..." Ning Xiaotian's eyes widened, and with just one swipe, the long sword has already stood a hundred meters high, and the sword fight Luo, who was standing right next to the sword, with white hair fluttering and fluttering sleeves.

"Hahaha...that's what I'm looking forward to!" Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed wildly, his hairs stood on end, every pore of his body was filled with a chill, warning, this feeling of facing death directly made his blood boil.

The previous blow had made him transcend fear and death, and now he truly enjoys fighting.

"Drink!" With a soft drink, Golden Crocodile Douluo twisted his waist, bent his knees, and pounded the ground heavily, regardless of the blood still flowing from the wound.

The avatar of the Wuhun, tens of meters high, rose again, but this time it was not standing upright, but lying on the ground, with its ferocious head raised high, its horns glowing with coldness, its muscular tail swaying from side to side, as if adjusting, and the surrounding soil was like a plow It was squeezed like the ground and pushed to the side.

As for Golden Crocodile Douluo himself, his fists have turned into claws, his hands are firmly grasping the ground, his legs are kicking up against the soil, his muscles are knotted, his blood is gushing out, his head is also raised up, full of wild golden color Vertical pupil locked on Jian Douluo.

In a short time, his skin quickly turned red, and blood qi permeated his whole body, staining his huge martial soul avatar with a tinge of scarlet. His chest was close to the ground, and blood dripped down, turning into hot mist and rising.

With every breath, a gust of wind and waves can be raised.

"Come...show me your true strength!" Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, "Roar!", the giant beast roared.

"As you wish." Jian Douluo's eyes exploded, and he let go of the Seven Killing Sword Wuhun with both hands. Immediately, the edge of the sword trembled and groaned softly, soaring into the sky with a "swoosh", hitting behind him The [-]-meter sword shadow sank into and disappeared like touching a pool of water.

"My body is like a sword, and the human sword is one!"

Jian Douluo gave a soft shout, opened his hands, and the flying sword under his feet suddenly dissipated like a cloud of mist, and the whole person paused in the air, and then slowly moved backwards, submerged in the huge sword shadow.

"Yin..." With a soft groan, Jian Douluo pinched the two fingers of his right hand lightly, pointing to the sky above his head, "Come together!"

"Putong...Putong..." is as crisp as a heartbeat, and seems to have boundless magic power. Those with weaker cultivation at the foot of the mountain all hold their chests, "Putong...Putong...", with every beat, the boundless The sword shadow shrunk a bit.

"I can't take it anymore!" Someone in the crowd gritted his teeth and retreated. He felt his heart beating with the trembling of the sword shadow, and he couldn't control it. The boundless heart palpitations made him suffocated and irritable. That feeling, Too scary.

In just a moment, the crowd at the foot of the mountain retreated by more than half, turning into three distinct layers.

But at this moment, the huge sword shadow around Jian Douluo had shrunk to the same size as his height, with a "plop", the sword shadow trembled and disappeared instantly.

The world returned to calm, and Sword Douluo just stood in the void, with no fluctuations in his soul power.

"How did you do this? Grandpa Jian used to have a sword in his hand when he used Human-Sword Combination, but now, it seems that he is a sword in his own right." In his eyes, he couldn't see the meridian, it was just a white light ball.

It was too bright, judging from the visual perception of the Pupil of Broken Pulse, the soul power of the whole body was locked into the body without any leakage, and the martial soul had not entered the sword shadow just now, and then it seemed to be integrated into the body in some way, It's unbelievable.

"Why do I feel like all kinds of great power are being added to my body?" Ning Xiaotian didn't understand, "The only thing I don't know is the soul ring and soul skills. Now Grandpa Jian, the soul ring has disappeared, and the soul skills have not been released yet."

He rubbed his chin, and thought to himself: "However, with such a long time of charging and no air superiority, I'm afraid someone will interrupt you before you can use it. That's why Grandpa Jian said, this is an unfinished sword?"

"Brother Golden Crocodile, please take the sword." As soon as the words fell, Sword Douluo's figure disappeared and appeared 20 meters above Golden Crocodile Douluo's head. Slash to the giant beast below.

"Damn it, it's really a 40-meter sword!" Ning Xiaotian was startled, his eyes sparkled, and then he frowned, "The soul power in Grandpa Jian's body has directly decreased by 20%, which consumes a lot of soul power. It became invisible."

People are in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

Chapter 166

"Good time! Ninth soul skill, death roll!" Golden Crocodile Douluo screamed, stared at his feet, rolled sideways, and soared into the sky, the huge body of Wuhun Avatar immediately turned into an oval-shaped tornado tens of meters wide .

The outer layer is gray and the inner layer is dark blue, accompanied by golden arcs. The sand, broken branches, and fallen leaves all over the sky are swept up into the sky by the powerful suction. Everything was torn to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, mixed with cold ice chips, it splashed out, like ice blades, or bursting fireworks, shooting straight in all directions.

"This should be the second soul skill of Golden Crocodile Douluo's 10-year soul ring. I didn't expect that after the evolution of the martial soul with the cold attribute, it would produce such an effect. Such a domineering indiscriminate attack is simply killing Machine..." Ning Xiaotian looked at the gloomy area on the hill, and the ice shards all over the sky shot towards the foot of the mountain in a straight line, making one's scalp numb.

"Tat, tat, tat..." The ice blade fell to the ground, and because of the powerful impact, the broken branches instantly shattered into powder.

"Fortunately, we have retreated here..." Someone in the crowd murmured rejoicing.

"So strong!" On the side, a man nodded, looking up at the sword shadow that lifted the sky, his pupils shrank slightly.

There was no violent roar as imagined, just a "russling" moan, the giant sword touched the tornado, and a more violent gust of wind blew up, both of them receded, Golden Crocodile Douluo fell to the ground, on all fours , with just one kick, his figure turned into a tornado again.

This leap was tens of meters, and the strong suction made Jian Douluo a little unstable, as if he was about to be pulled over.

"Ch... Kacha..." Another sword strike, a gust of wind blew up, the golden armor on Golden Crocodile Douluo's right arm was shattered, blood mist filled the air, and Sword Douluo took advantage of the momentum to retreat.

"It won't work like this, if you get sucked in, you will definitely lose!" Jian Douluo's mood changed sharply, "But if I don't get close, this move won't be able to exert its maximum power, and besides, my current soul power is only enough to perform three more times .”

"With Golden Crocodile Douluo's toughness and current form, the three moves can seriously injure him at most. It is impossible to defeat him."

"It seems that we can only use that trick..." The thought flashed away, Jian Douluo quickly turned around and retreated ten meters, stood in the sky, looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo solemnly, the next Move, even he can't control it.

Golden Crocodile Douluo landed on the ground, raised his head and locked onto Sword Douluo, froze for a moment, then grinned, his slightly pale face became even more frenzied, "Drink!" With a soft drink, the Wuhun Avatar sank an inch into the ground, his whole body The golden light surged, and the blood fog filled the air even more.

Putting the sword finger of his right hand in front of his chest, Sword Douluo shouted, "Ning", his left hand clenched his right arm tightly, and in the unstoppable tremor, a sword glow like a stream of water surged and slowly extended from his fingertips. Also gradually pale.

"A flowing sword?" Ning Xiaotian was surprised, his eyes widened, the silver light flickered again, and then his scalp exploded, "Hiss! This sword is actually blue mixed with light red under the observation of the Pupil of Breaking Vein. This is definitely not a sword condensed with pure soul power, moreover, Grandpa Jian's meridians and muscles are trembling, the flow on the sword is probably caused by lack of control."

Sword Douluo is a level 97 titled Douluo, and he can't even control this power.

My level of kendo is still too shallow... Ning Xiaotian is a little depressed. Although he has learned a lot of kendo insights from novels, movies, and recorded ancestor stories in his previous life, he has not reached that level himself, and still cannot understand it. .

"I didn't expect Chen Xin's comprehension of the way of swords to reach such a level. It's a terrifying future..." At the foot of the mountain, Qian Daoliu said with a smile.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Bibi Dong chatted with interest.

"This is the sword of abandoning me." Qian Daoliu said bluntly, "Gathering soul power, sword energy, sword intent, sword momentum, spiritual power, killing intent, murderous intent, and even soul... put everything in one sword, this It is the sword that gives me up."

"It is extremely difficult for many people to comprehend several of them, let alone cohesion and integration."

"If you want to reach this level, you must be proficient in swords. Sincerity and swords are separated between life and death. It can be said that it is extremely rare to realize it with a very high level of comprehension." Qian Daoliu looked disappointed. The realm still depends on the opponent Tang Chen.

Wanting to completely defeat Tang Chen's belief... and that woman, he let go, so he gained.

"It's indeed extremely rare." Bibi Dong nodded slightly. Although she didn't have a sword spirit, she also knew that even if only one or two of these abilities were combined, it required extremely high comprehension and control.

"It's a pity that Chen Xin is only a beginner now, and he can't do whatever he wants, otherwise, I really want to fight with him." Qian Daoliu's sword eyes flashed, and there was a trace of fighting spirit in his heart. His sword, since Tang Chen After disappearing, I was lonely for too long.

"Perhaps, you can wait until that day." Bibi Dong said lightly.

"Maybe!" Qian Daoliu looked indifferent. Bibi Dong was in the test of the gods, so he must have known the end of his sacrifice. The auxiliary training effect of the reincarnation formula is very good. He estimated that Xue'er would be able to break through 70 in at most ten years. level, to accept the test of the Angel God.

Time is running out, in the past ten years, it will be too difficult for Chen Xin to grow up enough to defeat him.