The Unusual Number of Douluo

Zhao Xuan's heart was shocked. Is the other party preparing to die with him?!

Chapter 502: Falling Down Is Impossible to Fall

The strong spirit power exploded, and its sharp aura caused Zhao Xuanru to be cut by a knife, and his body continued to bloom with neat wounds, but soon he was enveloped by the light and shadow of the data and healed continuously.

At a certain moment, all the power reached the extreme, and the body of the Golden Winged Roc was like a sun, and the bright light attracted everyone's attention.

"Zhao Xuan!"

Tang San and the others changed color and couldn't help exclaiming.

The strong spirit power fluctuations can be felt even from thousands of feet away, and the sharp breath is brushing on his face, as if there is a knife rubbing against his cheek.

"boom!"

There was a roar from the sky, billowing air waves filled all directions, and the void couldn't help but wave up.

Immediately after, a somewhat embarrassed figure revealed his figure from the central area of ​​the explosion. His clothes were messy, his eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for another figure.

"Sure enough... I still can't make up my mind, I don't know what happened to Lei Douluo."

The old man sighed slightly while panting and scanning his surroundings. He admitted that he was still scared at the last moment. As expected, no one could die calmly, let alone he, who lived hundreds of years away from peerless fighting. Luo is only half a step away.

"Are you looking for me?"

A faint voice suddenly heard behind the old man, and at that moment he suddenly felt a tingling scalp.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Xuan, dressed in white, stood quietly within three feet of him behind him, looking at him calmly.

"You, are you unscathed?!"

Looking at the figure of Zhao Xuan, the old man felt as if he had seen a ghost. Even Peerless Douluo couldn't be unscathed under his own kind of attack, right?!

Zhao Xuan was tall and slender, and his white clothes also showed signs of fragmentation, but his exposed skin was snow-white and crystal clear, without any injuries.

"This? Didn't they tell you my spirit ability when you came?"

Zhao Xuan scratched his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression. He thought he wanted to die with him, but he was shocked at the last moment.

Unconsciously, Zhao Xuan's face brought a touch of contempt.

"What spirit ability?"

The old man on the opposite side was looking at Zhao Xuan suspiciously, and asked subconsciously after hearing this, but he didn't notice the change in Zhao Xuan's face.

"Well..."

Zhao Xuan pulled a long tail sound, his eyes flashed abruptly as the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Huh!"

The long spear in his hand stabs the old man abruptly, and the speed of the sharp spear is extremely fast. When the spear stabs, a icy cold air escapes from the spear body, making the old man stagnate.

Although he was prepared for Zhao Xuan for a long time, when the gun was stabbed, the old man found sadly that he still had no power to resist. The icy cold air entered his body, making his body stiff, and it seemed that even the blood was frozen. In the face of this shot, he could not avoid it.

Just now, he burned most of his soul power, and now he is strong and capable, and he is as unbearable as a candle in the wind, and he has no resistance at all, so it is not as good as he really died with him just now.

For a while, the old man's eyes were full of regret.

"Puff!"

The spear entered the body, and Zhao Xuan instantly activated the divine rules in the Killing Spear, and the venom instantly infiltrated the old man.

Only then did Zhao Xuan breathe a sigh of relief, and a trouble was finally solved.

However, when he was relieved, Tang Chen's hurried call suddenly came into Zhao Xuan's ears.

"Zhao Xuan, be careful!"

"Xisuo!"

A sound of chain movement followed Tang Chen's voice, and Zhao Xuan's heart was shocked. The sharp gun in his hand was instantly pulled out of the body of the old man in front of him, and then blocked in the direction of the sound.

"clang!"

The sound of golden and iron mingling came, and Zhao Xuan's vision also appeared in the shape of an incoming object. It was a string of lacquered chains, made of unknown objects, cold to the bone, covered with the breath of death. Burst out of the void not far from him.

And at the other end of the dark chain, there was... a dark sickle that came flying fast.

Zhao Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to evade, but the chain that intersected with the Killing Spear came over flexibly and bound him firmly.

"The third spirit ability, activate!"

Zhao Xuan tried to keep himself calm and began to use the third spirit ability to transfer himself, but...

"It's actually lost?!"

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, only to find that his third spirit ability had not taken effect.

"Wait...where did I seem to meet this situation?"

But without waiting for Zhao Xuan to study carefully, the black sickle flew over and fell on Zhao Xuan under the eyes of everyone. The collision between the two was an instant stalemate, and the black death on the back sickle The divine power was released, and in the end it was slightly better, and Zhao Xuan cut it off in the midst of a stunned look.

"Zhao Xuan!"

Suddenly, countless people felt tight and exclaimed.

Among them, Tang San's voice was particularly strong, full of screaming, his eyes turned red for a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the place where the chains flew out, a figure in a black robe was slowly stepping out of it. Looking at Zhao Xuan's direction with interest.

Then, he frowned slightly and looked at Tang San, muttering, "Are you a descendant of the Seagod? It's not the time to collide with the Seagod."

After finishing speaking, he held the tiny chain that leaped from his sleeve with his right hand, and pulled the sickle of the god of death back, ready to turn and leave.

"stop!"

Tang San’s violent shout came, his mighty eyes staring at Death, the Seagod Trident in his hand burst out with a strong blue-golden light, and under this rage, Tang San’s aura became even stronger. Get up and get a breakthrough on the spot.

"There is no return!"

With a wave of the Seagod’s trident, the sea-wave-shaped light flew towards the Death God, and the shallow light made the death God’s brows frowned.

"Poseidon Thirteenth Style? It's a pity, you are not yet Poseidon."

The god of death said leisurely, the sickle of death fell on his hand, and then cut out a jet black light, when the black light collided with the blue golden light, both disappeared at the same time.

Tang San couldn't help but fell into a dullness, the Death God shook his head and turned to leave, but the next moment he was completely stiff.

"I left like this after attacking me, I'm afraid it's a bit unfriendly..."