Douluo: God-level Martial Soul, Bibi Dong accepts me as a disciple

Chapter 47

The two collided again, and finally separated, and it was still Lu Leng who gained the advantage.

"Draw the knife and cut!"

Lu Leng strikes again!

This is the fourth cut, this cut, Lu Leng still took five steps back, but Zi Qingyang took eight steps back.

"Look how you die!"

Zi Qingyang laughed wildly in his eyes, Lu Leng has used it four times, this time he can't use the sword to cut, let's see what he will do!
There was a naked killing intent in his eyes, and his hands were merciless, and the hammer hit Lu Leng with great force.

Lu Liang waited calmly, and said softly at the corner of his mouth, "Draw your sword and chop!"

how is this possible! ?
Zi Qingyang's face was shocked, how could he still be able to use the sword to cut?With such a powerful power of drawing a knife and cutting, he will definitely not be able to use it a few times. Even if his soul ring is strong and his physical fitness is high, but the soul power is dead, he will definitely not be able to use it!Absolutely impossible!

Zi Qingyang shook his head frantically, by the way, he must be fooling me!

Want to surprise?

Want to blow me up?

Hmph, you are too tender.

Zi Qingyang did not doubt that he was there, firmly believed in his own judgment, and threw his hands at Lu Leng with unabated momentum.

Bang!
The two broke out with a huge bang again, but when Zi Qingyang felt the power coming from his hands, his complexion turned livid.

This strength?
this energy?
what happened?

This is impossible!
How could his strength remain undiminished? !
Zi Qingyang kept shouting in his heart, his face became crazy and distorted, and under the confusion of his mind, his hand shook, and one of the gilt hammers fell off.

tom!
Then, a huge force sent Zi Qingyang flying ten meters away.

"How is it possible? How can you still use the sword to slash!" Zi Qingyang asked tremblingly, he still didn't believe it.

When Lu Leng heard his words, he didn't attack this time, but stood at a distance and said, "Who told me that I used the number of times to draw the sword?"

Lu sneered, his sword drawing has always been defined by time.

When it was first obtained, it lasted for three seconds.

When absorbing the second soul ring, it will be ten seconds.

And now, it's 1 minute!

In other words, during this 1 minute, Lu Leng's every basic attack is the power of drawing a sword!

How appalling!
When Zi Qingyang heard the words, she was horrified and at the same time realized instantly.It was his own preconceived ideas. In every previous battle, Lu Leng almost only used a single slash to finish his opponent.This created an illusion for him that Lu Leng's drawing and slashing was defined by the number of times.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be time!

After thinking about this point, Zi Qingyang's eyes became more murderous.

With a wave of his hand, Wan Mie's gilded hammer returned to his hand.

"You're going to die!" Zi Qingyang's face was grim.

But at this moment, a seductive voice suddenly sounded, "Yaomei!"

Hu Liena has been waiting for an opportunity, Zi Qingyang's mood fluctuates violently at this moment, this time is the best time for her to exert control.

Immediately, Zi Qingyang's face was startled, he lost control of his body and couldn't move.

Lu Leng seized the opportunity, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the thunder and lightning from the waist of the bucket hit him violently.At the same time, Zhan Luo flickered in his hand and came to Zi Qingyang.

"The fourth soul skill, Dance of Death!"

Hu Liena's attack followed closely.

When the thunder and lightning fell, Zi Qingyang was controlled, unable to resist with his soul power, he could only resist with his physical body. Suddenly, there was a sound of explosion, and Zi Qingyang's right arm was directly blown off.

The severe pain brought him back to his senses, but he suddenly saw a beautiful figure dancing in front of him. This figure was unusually charming, with large areas of snow-white skin exposed, and soft and rippling eyes, which made people feel pampered.Especially the nine white tails, which swayed slightly with the figure, added a temptation.

The beauty also seemed to see him, and while twisting her waist, she came to him, and then stroked his face with her white and soft tail.

Zi Qingyang's face showed obsession, as if he had lost his mind, but at this moment, he suddenly woke up, and his body suddenly leaned back, avoiding her tail.

When he came back to his senses, his back was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils dilated, and he realized that Hu Liena had come before her at some point.

His eyes were terrified, but Hu Liena showed a bewitching smile, and the nine tails suddenly magnified, surrounding him and wrapping them into a ball.

Then the tail retracted, and the huge pressure made the sound of pain come from inside.

Hu Liena frowned, this blow did not directly crush him!

"I come!"

Lu Leng saw it, and with a loud roar, Jingleiyi appeared, and Zhan Luo in his hand made a fierce thunder and lightning sound.When Hu Liena heard this, she flicked her tail and threw it towards Lu Leng.

The moment it was about to reach Lu Leng, the tail suddenly spread out.

At the same time, Lu Leng's knife slashed down.

Zi Qingyang was just freed, and before he was happy, he saw a gleaming knife coming to his head.

At the moment, Zhan Luo followed the trend without hindrance.

He could only hear the sound of flesh and blood being sliced ​​open. Lu Leng had already landed on the ground. He turned around slowly and looked at the ground. It was a corpse divided into two.

Hu Liena came to Lu Leng's side, glanced at the corpse, and said calmly, "It seems that your knife is still powerful, and my dance of death can't kill him."

"Your dance of death is not a pure attack skill. It is mixed with control, which adds a little possibility. However, if it weren't for your serial control, I wouldn't be so easy." Lu Leng analyzed.

"The main reason is that your first soul ability is too domineering." Seeing this, Hu Liena said with a smile.

"The main reason is the perfect connection of your controls." Lu Leng praised.

"It's your knife that's sharp."

"Your tail is amazing."

"Your knife is powerful."

"Your tail is white."

"You are tough."

"You are white."

"You are hard."

"..."

The two boasted about each other's business, but the more they boasted, the more they went astray.

Soon after the battle was over, several figures flew over from a distance, it was Bibi Dong from the Spirit Hall and several titled Douluo, among them was Xiong Rigi's grandfather, Demon Bear Douluo.

"What's going on?" Bibi Dong fell in front of Lu Leng and Hu Liena, asking sternly.

At the same time, Demon Bear Douluo was full of murderous intent, glaring at all directions, "What a dare, dare to kill my grandson, I want his body to be broken into pieces!"

Lu Leng glanced at him, squinted his eyes, and said involuntarily, "Everyone is half dead, are you coming so late to whip the corpse?"

"died?"

Only then did Bibi Dong and Demon Bear Douluo notice the surroundings, there were bloodstains all over the place, and Zi Qingyang's body had been cut in half, they couldn't help but be astonished, "You killed him?"

"Otherwise? Could it be that there are others?" Lu Leng was disgusted again, he found that these old men like to ask questions knowingly.

When Demon Bear Douluo was attacked by him like this, his face turned red immediately, and his temper flared up, "Be careful what you say, don't think that you are a disciple under the Pope's crown, you can speak freely! I'm upset, so I have to show you some color."

(End of this chapter)