The Unusual Number of Douluo

"Haha, what Lei Douluo said is, but Yang has spent his entire life studying the art of attack. If I were to study defense again, it would turn the cart before the horse."

Yang Wudi nodded as if agreeing, but still did not agree with Zhao Xuan's point of view, holding a gun in both hands, he slammed down at Zhao Xuan fiercely.

The body deflected slightly, and Yang Wudi's heavy blow was completely missed, smashing into the ground and forming a deep gully, adding a wound to the ground.

His brows frowned slightly, and a look of helplessness appeared on Yang Wudi's face. As Zhao Xuanruo said, if he meets such a soul master with good perception and response, it will be difficult to cause damage to him unless his offensive becomes more rapid.

It is a pity that all his energy has fallen to the "thorn", but he has much less control over the speed.

If he can be aggressive like fire and swift like wind, then his path is truly invincible.

Zhao Xuan's constant evasion gradually caused Yang Wudi to feel annoyed. It was as if you had already accumulated all your strength, but hit the cotton with a punch, empty and powerful, with nowhere to do.

"Please also Lei Douluo's advice on the attack potential!"

Yang Wudi suddenly said solemnly.

Zhao Xuan was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The dazzling spear came from a distance like a meteor, Zhao Xuan stood there with a smile on his face.

Yang Wudi frowned, not knowing what Zhao Xuan was planning, but according to his own observations and perceptions, there was clearly no ambush.

what happened?

While he was puzzled, his spear had penetrated Zhao Xuan's chest, and the real touch was definitely not a fake.

Yang Wudi suddenly recovered, staring at Zhao Xuan, who was still smiling in horror, with wide-eyed eyes, and suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Not only him, but even a few people far away have scalp tingling.

"Don't move, Hall Master Yang is powerful, but he can't hurt Zhao Xuan."

Tang San stretched out his hand to stop the few people who were about to rush past, with purple meaning in his eyes, staring at the two people in the distance.

"but……"

The Titan was anxious and looked into the distance nervously. Yang Wudi held a spear through Zhao Xuan's chest, and the purple-gold blood that was thrown was so real and magnificent.

And Yang Wudi also looked dumbfounded. The purple-gold blood on Zhao Xuan's chest flowed down the spear to the palm of his hand. The purple-gold blood was like flowing golden sunlight. It was extremely gorgeous and sacred. Instead of touching his palm, he felt a kind of thorn. The feeling of pain.

"This this……"

Yang Wudi looked at Xiang Zhao Xuan incoherently, feeling at a loss for the first time, only feeling a blank in his mind.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

In front of him, Zhao Xuan, who was pierced by the soul-breaking gun, had a calm expression. He looked down at his wound pierced by the soul-breaking gun and muttered in a low voice: "Although it is only a superficial rule, it can already cause me harm, but The effect... is better than nothing."

After the words, Zhao Xuan's whole body suddenly sank. Yang Wudi in front of him felt a huge pressure pressing down on him, and immediately a powerful repulsive force came from the other end of the soul-breaking gun that he was holding tightly. The soul gun ejected from Zhao Xuan's chest.

Purple-gold blood spilled all over the sky, extremely bright, sacred and extraordinary.

But at the moment when the Soul Breaking Gun came out of the body, a data stream suddenly filled Zhao Xuan's wound, and the place that had been pierced was restored in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Yang Wudi, who was staring blankly in front of him, Zhao Xuan said a little apologetically: "Experiment the new ability, sorry."

After a long time, Yang Wudi came back to his senses, moaned his lips, then sighed, suddenly a breath called decadence appeared on his body.

Even if he actively hits himself, he still can't cause much damage to him, is Title Douluo really that powerful?

"Hall Master Yang, are you ready?"

Seeing that Yang Wudi was a little lost, Zhao Xuan, who was ready to go, couldn't help asking.

"Ready, please, Grand Elder."

Yang Wudi took a deep breath, then fixed his eyes on Zhao Xuan.

"Well."

Zhao Xuan nodded and flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly gathered together. With the rush of blood in his body, all the strength gathered, and Zhao Xuan also took advantage of the momentum and threw a punch forward.

"Duh!"

Standing in the distance, Yang Wudi's eyes were brilliant, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "What a strong punch!"

At the same time, the eighth spirit ring on his body also flickered, and the soul-breaking gun in his hand became darker and deeper. In the faint, everyone present seemed to have heard a dragon chant.

Tang San and the others are now far away, staring at the battlefield intently, and the violent wind surging out of the two men will blow their clothes and hunting.

The building guarded by Tang San swallowed, is this a Title Douluo level battle?

The Titans and others were equally shocked, this kind of fighting power has far surpassed them, and the Titans couldn't help muttering: "The old goat has a much better path than us."

Amidst the sound of the wind and the dragon chant, Yang Wudi suddenly moved forward once, the dazzling white spear scorching people, and then the black spear turned into a black dragon, with a white spear in his mouth, whizzing along the front.

"expensive!"

Long Yin shook the four fields, and this style was also Yang Wudi's eighth spirit ability-Rulong.

The spear dragon and Zhao Xuan's boxing force caused the white waves of air to intersect, and there was a sudden explosion that resounded through the world, and the whole world was surging, and the sand was flying.

Under the strong wind, even the heavy Titans and Niu Gao couldn't help their discoloration change. The strong wind made them retreat.

"I'm going, this old goat has exploded!"

As the spirit power exploded, the Titan steadied his steps, but couldn't help but complain.

"But his situation is a bit bad," Niu Gao muttered as he looked into the distance.

At the confrontation, Yang Wudi held the pitch-black soul-breaking gun and Zhao Xuan's fist stalemate. The wind generated by the collision between the two blew his cheeks, causing it to tear several bloodstains.

Even more frightening was that his hands trembled from the violently trembling spear, his entire arm was flushed with blood vessels exposed.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help frowning, and said, "Why Elder Yang is so desperate."

Yang Wudi's long hair was flying, and the wind was blowing in his ears, but he turned a deaf ear to it, and said in a deep voice, "I am never afraid of fighting."

After he finished speaking, his forehead was exposed, his teeth clenched, holding the barrel of the soul-breaking gun, and shouted: "Break it for me!"

"boom!

The turbulent air flow moved around, and the yellow sand flattened for tens of feet, filling everyone's sight.

Chapter 383

"The old goat is defeated."