dmims Chapter 212 Devouring
Chapter 212 Devouring
Chapter 212 Devouring
Star Luo Empire, its territory is almost twice the size of Tiandou.
At the same time, these areas are still dominated by the Star Luo royal family.
In the Star Luo Empire, there is no regional force or any family that can compete with the royal family, except the Zhu family who is married to the royal family.
Moreover, the vast plains and the superior geographical environment facing the sea in the east have brought it inexhaustible natural resources.
However, with resources that could make any power jealous, no power on the Douluo Continent dared to provoke the Star Luo Empire.
Even the Spirit Hall, which has the largest number of high-end soul masters in the entire continent and has always been domineering, has not been able to insert its power into the Star Luo Empire.
Originally according to the teachings of Wuhundian——
To make the whole continent shine under the radiance of God, it set up its own branch halls of the Spirit Hall in the capitals and important cities of the Heaven Dou Empire and all surrounding kingdoms, and dispatched a branch hall master with at least the strength of a soul sage in each branch hall.
However, for the Star Luo Empire, the Spirit Hall could only set up a branch hall in the "Baihu Pass", an important town on the border.
As for the awakening of the martial soul, the royal family of the Star Luo Empire also has the means to awaken the martial soul for the common people.
Of course, there are two most important things that make Spirit Hall and other forces dare not set foot in the Star Luo Empire——
One is a million cavalry.
Long-term garrison of the "Macedonian Line of Defense" deployed by the Star Luo Empire on the western front, known as the indestructible Great Wall.
Of course, as we all know, a million is just an imaginary number, and the exact number has never been known, because there is no secular army in this continent that is worthy of their full strength.
The second one is the martial soul fusion skills of the Star Luo Royal Family and the Zhu Family of the Empire——
Nether White Tiger.
Although on the bright side, no matter whether it is the mainland's cutting-edge combat power or the so-called seven major sects in the world, the Star Luo Empire does not have a titled Douluo, and the only White Tiger Sect is only the tail of the next four sects.
But, think about it with your head.
Behind this huge empire, how could there not be enough top-notch combat power?
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round top mountain.
A 40-meter-long black and white wind blade issued from the claws of the nine-foot-long Nether White Tiger. The sharpness of the wind blade can even cut through space obstacles, and at the same time break through the oppression of Qian Xun's sword.
The deadly claw strike came in an instant, and the light of the big yellow court around Qian Xun suddenly flourished——
Sword Power Da Huang Ting is a rare defensive sword technique, but it has high requirements for the performer, and only when it reaches the level of sword power can its power be pushed to its peak.
Seeing that even in such a state, Qian Xun could resist his own attack, White Tiger Douluo was shocked.
On the Douluo Continent, there are many secret techniques that leapfrog the ranks, among which the top three are definitely considered martial soul fusion skills.
A Snake Woman whose strength is only the Soul Emperor and Duke Long who is Contra, their "Dragon Snake Combined Attack Skill" can make the first-level Title Douluo retreat by three points.
How terrifying is the fusion technique displayed under the main martial soul dominated by the strength of Title Douluo?
What's more, his main martial soul, the Xieyan Baihu, has already added nine rings, reaching the level of a 95-level Super Douluo.
Incarnate as the Nether White Tiger, he already possesses a strength surpassing that of a level 98 Douluo.
The eyes of the Nether White Tiger, one black and the other white, lit up at this moment, and it roared, and once again let out a deafening roar.
"This bastard... I'm really out of luck."
Within the khaki-colored sword momentum Dahuang Court, Qian Xun's cursing voice came.
The little bit of strength that Jianshi Dahuangting had just recovered was broken up again by the claws of this ghostly white tiger.
From the beginning of Yuanding Mountain to the present, the opponent's tricks are emerging one after another, and I really can't stand it anymore.
The biggest failure is that they didn't defeat the King of Slaughter and his helpers with a thunderbolt at the beginning.
Mainly, what Qian Xun was thinking at the time was to save his strength to deal with the evil king's backhand.
His main goal is to eliminate the evil king.
However, Qian Xun himself ended up in a tie with Xie Jun, and as expected, he still underestimated the power from high latitudes.
At this moment, another extreme force exploded, breaking through the oppression of his sword in an instant.
Qian Xun numbly wanted to mobilize the remaining sword energy of Yuanding Mountain to stab it, but dozens of ghostly wind pillars suddenly formed within a hundred meters around him, instantly shattering his senses.
Shifang wind gust kills the white tiger!
Each formed high-speed tornado contains the ghost power of the ghost white tiger and the wind blade cutting that can shatter space.
so-called—
The cloud follows the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.
Even Qian Xun couldn't handle the wind-type killer move unleashed by the Nether White Tiger after fusion, let alone his "Fengyun" martial spirit is still in the sealing stage.
Dozens of high-speed rotating wind pillars approached Qian Xun counterclockwise, trying to kill him in the final gathering vortex. At the same time, the tearing force of the rotating wind pillars also pulled Qian Xun's khaki-yellow sword power, the big yellow court light, away little by little.
"Master Feng, it's unexpected, you will also die under the power of the same source in the end."
The Nether White Tiger roared:
"My wind blade, how is it compared to your 'Fengyun' martial soul! Hahahaha!"
"Hehe, I have the guts to wait for my martial spirit to recover before coming back to beep!"
In the dozens of wind pillars that spun counterclockwise, the unruly voice still oppressed the whistling wind.
Qian Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, and stabbed out with one finger. The Nether White Tiger, who had no time to react, just had time to jump up from the ground. According to its estimation, the ejection brought by its powerful hind legs was enough to make it avoid Qian Xun's one-finger sword move with its whole body.
However, the pressure of the sword on the Nether White Tiger suddenly intensified, and it suppressed the Nether White Tiger that was suspended in the air just now.
A pitch-black sword light streaked across its furry white belly, black and white blood and overflowing energy drifted in mid-air, accompanied by screams.
The huge body of the Nether White Tiger twisted in the air, like a kicked wild dog and fell to the ground.
Qian Xun covered his body with the big yellow court of sword power, like a khaki cloth armor, and he still needed to resist the "blood drinking technique" of the old silver coin of the King of Slaughter.
Qian Xun deftly avoided the restrictions of dozens of wind pillars. He has played Fengyun for decades, and the most vulgar wind attribute of White Tiger Douluo is like a child muddy in his eyes.
If his "Fengyun" martial spirit hadn't been sealed at this time, Qian Xun could even use and control the dozens of "Wind Pillars" of the white tiger to turn against the water.
He rushed towards the place where the Nether White Tiger fell, under the pressure of the sword, his speed was considered to be the fastest among these people——
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Qian Xun avoided the Nether White Tiger's claws, which weighed dozens of tons, and he also punched the Nether White Tiger's left eye socket.
Of course, sword energy, sword intent, and sword momentum all wrapped his fist.
The black ray of light exploded on the edge of the Youming White Tiger's eye socket, hitting its left eyeball out like turtle jelly, as if it was about to come out of the eye socket.
The severe pain made the Nether White Tiger give up the next attack.
Qian Xun bowed his waist and wanted to continue to get close to the Nether White Tiger, and sent him down with a set of consecutive killing moves.
At that time, a shiny black hammer shadow broke through the speed of the sonic boom, imprinted on Qian Xun's side waist with terrifying power, directly smashed his protective rhubarb body, and smashed him to the ground.
Tang Hao reached out and retracted the Clear Sky Hammer that attacked Qian Xun.
At this moment, he doesn't have a soul ring around him, but his aura has reached a very terrifying level——
Compared with the Nether White Tiger of White Tiger Douluo, it is not far behind.
Ring!
This is the ultimate esoteric teaching of Haotian School, and each generation is only passed on to the most talented disciple——
Each soul ring can be detonated once, after which the power of the soul ring will be fully released, instantly become its own power, integrated into its own attack, and produce a powerful force far beyond its own.
When detonating the ring, the higher the quality of the soul ring, the greater the effect it will have.
This time the ring was exploded, Tang Hao also exploded his last blood-red soul ring, his strength at this moment was already infinitely close to the level of Limit Douluo.
Qian Xun clutched his chest and crawled out of the earth-rock pit. Just now Tang Hao's blow was blocked by the Xie Jun and the Nether White Tiger, and he didn't notice it at all.
Fighting against five peak powerhouses at the same time, Qian Xun had too many things to consider. He should have thought that Tang Hao, as the contemporary "Haotian" of Haotian School, absolutely mastered the secret technique of ring blasting.
"Ahem, it really hurts..."
Qian Xun covered his mouth and coughed softly, but when he opened his palm, it was scarlet.
Just now, his sword power Da Huang Ting resisted most of the power for him, but the remaining strength still broke his ribs on the side of his waist without any suspense, and at the same time, the fractures of several ribs also pierced his lung lobes.
The blood that was coughed up just now was mixed with some colorless small particles, which were the mixture of Qianxun's own broken lung lobes and alveoli.
There is no way, Qian Xun, as a sword cultivator, is at a level, and his physique is not his strong point.
Qian Xun can use the rules of space, the Liuyun shield or the sword force Dahuangting to defend.
However, his small body basically can't block any moves.
He is a mage and an assassin, indeed not a fighter with high attack and high defense.
"Jie Jie! Venerable Feng, you died here today!"
Bloody red light erupted from the King of Slaughter's body, and he once again cast the "Blood Drinking Technique" on Qian Xun, his own blood stains were still there, and Qian Xun's sword power, Da Huang Ting, had been broken by Tang Hao's "Blast Ring".
The miracle did not happen at this moment, Qian Xun was powerless to resist, he could only feel the blood in his body flowing out towards the wound uncontrollably——
With the rapid loss of vitality, Qian Xun was unable to maintain it, so he could only silently withdraw the oppression of Jianshi Tiandi.
He watched the Nether White Tiger madly rushing towards him with its seriously injured body.
As well as the Slaughter King not far away, greedily absorbing his own blood into his body, perhaps in the Slaughter King's view, Venerable Wind's blood definitely has an extraordinary effect.
There is also the Demon Bull Douluo Xuanguan who has been one step ahead of everyone and shot towards him.
No matter whether Xuanguan was in the first wave of attacks or in the heated match just now, he didn't make a direct move.
On the contrary, he has been struggling to resist Qian Xun's cloud fist and sword force. Among the Xiejun's side, he is in the best state at this time.
Xuanguan pierced Qian Xun's body with the gluttonous horns on his head, and a dark light burst out from the textured and oak-like horns, and then an incomparable devouring came from the long horns on Xuanguan's head, pulling and devouring the blue-cyan figure pierced by him.
Ninth soul skill!
Devour the world!
Taotie is a cruel and greedy beast in legends, it will eat everything that interests it, and even light cannot escape from its natal supernatural powers.
In the vortex that swallowed Youmang, Qian Xun took a light glance at the evil king who had succeeded in his scheme, Tang Hao with a fierce face and wide eyes, the King of Slaughter with frowning eyebrows, and the Nether White Tiger not far away who breathed a sigh of relief...
"Oh, I miscalculated..."
Qian Xun sighed with a little regret, and he took a last look at the southern end of the night sky, where there seemed to be a star shining for him.
Qian Xun's figure was shattered into light and shadow fragments by the vortex in the entrance, and even the last sigh was sucked into it by the dark light.
This time the battle of the five peak powerhouses besieging Qianxun finally came to an end.
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"Success?"
The figure of Xie Jun appeared next to the porch, and his black and purple eyes were a little excited. After spending such a price, he finally killed the biggest obstacle in the world.
"Well, no one can survive my devour."
Xuan Guan nodded at Xie Jun, but his expression was a little weird.
"Finally, no one can stop me anymore."
Xie Jun said with satisfaction that no one will be able to stop him from now on.
Of course, the siege this time also consumed a huge amount of energy from the Holy Monarch, and before the final arrival, he would not, and was unable to make another move.
"What?! The benefits of hunting this time are all for you."
The Slaughter King's dissatisfied voice sounded in the ears of Xiejun and Xuanguan. He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling very displeased with Xuanguan's last behavior of swallowing Qian Xun.
"King of Slaughter, didn't most of Venerable Wind's blood also fall into your hands?"
Xuanguan also said without showing any weakness.
However, during this engulfment, he himself did not feel a large amount of energy.
Could it be that in the previous battle, all the energy in Qian Xun's body was exhausted?
"Hmph! What is the value of this blood? How do I know if Venerable Feng has any soul bones or other treasures?"
The Slaughter King asked back.
Finally, Xie Jun stood up.
After all, the porch belongs to his Holy Spirit sect, so he naturally wants to speak for his own people:
"King of Slaughter, the focus of our agreement is not on Venerable Wind, don't destroy the alliance because of such a trivial matter."
The King of Slaughter saw that the evil king had made a sound, so he didn't say anything anymore, instead he snorted coldly and turned into a beam of blood and flew towards the northeast.
In this battle, he was also injured by Qian Xun's attack, and he needed to return to the killing capital immediately to repair.
Xie Jun looked at the leaving figure of the Slaughter King, but his eyes were somewhat meaningful:
"The Asura Sword is actually in your hand... Interesting."
White Tiger Douluo also bowed his hands to the evil king. At this time, his aura dropped so badly that Qian Xun's sword directly killed half of his life.
"I will leave first, I hope Shengjun will remember the agreement with me, Xingluo."
"Don't worry, what I promised will be done naturally."
White Tiger Douluo also jumped up and flew towards the barren triangle in the northeast.
He didn't go through the Star Dou Forest directly from the east, after all, once he was entangled in his current state, there would be endless troubles.
White Tiger Douluo has already arranged tens of thousands of Xingluo cavalry to meet him in the barren triangle, so the round trip should be fine.
"They are all gone, and that gentleman has also withdrawn."
The last will of the holy king also dissipated in the evil king's body. Before the arrival of the day of advent, he will not and has no ability to descend across the plane again.
With the fall of Qianxun, the "Sword Formation" blocking the Tianmen in the northwest has become empty talk, and the Holy King himself is preparing to arrange the first wave of vanguard troops.
(End of this chapter)