Douluo V: Starting from Joining the Spirit Hall

Xiao Wu, whose identity was revealed, had deep fear in her eyes, and even more, hatred. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had returned to that terrifying night. Once upon a time, Xiao Wu was just an innocent little girl, dependent on her mother, living in the tranquility of the Star Forest. That night, however, everything changed.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the forest was filled with a chilling atmosphere. Bibi Dong, that cold soul master, hunted down her dearest mother like the god of death. Xiao Wu witnessed her mother's tragic situation with her own eyes. At that moment, her world collapsed. She hated, hated those ruthless soul masters, hated Bibi Dong who took away her mother.

Bibi Dong stared at Xiao Wu coldly and said, "I asked you to run away at first, but today I must get your soul ring and soul bones."

Yu Xiaogang's body was tense, like an indestructible mountain, blocking Xiao Wu and Tang San. His eyes were firm and cold, and he looked at Bibi Dong as if silently declaring war.

"Xiao Gang, don't force me." Bibi Dong's voice was low and dangerous, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in her eyes.

Yu Xiaogang was unmoved. He took a deep breath and said in a loud and resolute voice: "Impossible! I won't let you hurt them. Xiao Wu and Tang San are my students, and I will never watch them suffer. harm."

Under the moonlight, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Tang San stood beside Xiao Wu with firm eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently held Xiao Wu's trembling hand. Xiao Wu felt the warmth in Tang San's palm, and the fear in her heart eased a little. She knew that no matter what happened, Tang San would be by her side.

Tang San looked at Bibi Dong, his voice was cold and firm: "Bibi Dong, if you want to hurt Xiao Wu, then step over my body first."

A trace of surprise flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, she didn't expect that Tang San would protect Xiao Wu so resolutely. She laughed coldly: "If you don't overestimate your capabilities, a mayfly will shake the tree."

The Shrek Academy Square instantly turned into a fierce battlefield. Dozens of men in black swarmed up like ghosts, their figures flickering in the moonlight, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light. As a Soul Douluo-level Flanders, although he was powerful, it was quite difficult to be surrounded by so many soul masters of the same level.

He has a strong body, sometimes ducking low, sometimes leaping high, and every time he takes a shot, he has the power of thunder. However, the men in black seemed endless, and their attacks were as dense as a violent storm, making it difficult for Flanders to withstand. His clothes were soaked with sweat and his face was stained with dust, but the determination in his eyes never wavered.

Facing the many powerful men who looked like wolves and tigers, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun and Oscar stood aside, their eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. They understood that their current strength was simply not enough to intervene in this battle, and they could only watch Xiao Wu and Dean Flender endure huge pressure.

Suddenly, a hint of determination flashed in Tang San's eyes. He knew that he could no longer sit idly by. He took a deep breath, clenched his hands, and the soul power in his body boiled instantly. At the same time, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun and Oscar also felt Tang San's changes. They looked at each other, a trace of determination flashed in their eyes.

At this moment, Tang San rushed towards Xiao Wu, his speed reaching extreme speed, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky. He came to Xiao Wu, protected her behind him, and then turned to look at the men in black. His eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he wanted to completely freeze these men in black.

These spirit masters from the Spirit Hall dared to feel danger in this young man.

Tang San suddenly took out the crossbow arrows from the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and swished towards these spirit masters.

Stepping on ghost shadows, the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, Tang San was suddenly like an ant at this moment, but faced with the attacks of many hidden weapons, after all, the Soul Saint and Contra level experts were completely useless to them.

Under the moonlight, Tang San's figure looked increasingly lonely and determined. He held Xiao Wu's hand tightly, his eyes shining with unyielding light. Facing the wolf-like man in black, he did not flinch at all, but stepped forward, vowing to protect Xiao Wu to the end.

Suddenly, dozens of men in black used their soul skills at the same time, and countless terrifying traces condensed into deadly attacks, sweeping towards Tang San like a violent storm. His hidden weapons were powerless against this powerful soul skill.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhao Wuji suddenly woke up. He was huge, blocking Tang San like a mountain. He waved his huge fist and blocked part of the attack, but the powerful impact still made Tang San faint.

In his heart, the worry and concern for Xiao Wu became stronger. He tried hard to open his eyes and see Xiao Wu's condition clearly, but his eyelids seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of stone and he could not lift them up.

Xiao Wu stood beside Tang San, her eyes full of fear and helplessness. She held Tang San's hand tightly, trying to pass on her power to him, hoping to wake him up. Her voice trembled as she called Tang San's name over and over again, but all she received in response was silence.

Suddenly, Xiao Wu's body began to tremble, and she felt a powerful soul force coming from all directions, as if it was going to devour her. She closed her eyes tightly,

The cold moonlight shone on Xiao Wu's beautiful face, coating her resolute and determined expression with a layer of silver. She slowly closed her eyes, as if she wanted to bury all the fear and reluctance deep in her heart. Her lips trembled slightly as she uttered those heartbreaking words: "Brother, I'm sorry, I can't go with you."

Just when Xiao Wu was about to sacrifice, Tang San seemed to feel something in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Wu, what are you going to do?"

A deep sense of fear emerged in Tang San's heart.

He stood up with all his strength and said, as long as I am alive, I will not let you die. I said, unless they step on my body, they will never let them hurt you.

After Tang San said this, everyone suddenly felt a terrifying aura spreading. Even Bibi Dong, who was the Pope, turned around and looked at the sky.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and the clouds were dense, as if indicating the coming of a violent storm. In this gloomy atmosphere, a majestic and rich voice suddenly resounded through the sky, shaking the ears of everyone present.

"What a martial soul, how dare you hurt my son!" This voice was like the roar of a god, with endless anger and majesty. As the sound fell, the dark clouds in the sky began to roll, and thunder and lightning flashed among them, as if they were about to tear the entire world apart.

Suddenly, a thick thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck directly in the direction of Wuhun Palace. Wherever the thunder passed, the air seemed to be instantly ignited, making a harsh crackling sound. Everyone's eyes widened in horror. They had never seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon, as if the gods were really angry and wanted to punish them.