Douluo: Through time, I became Tang San

Chapter 81 Golden Skyline

Hu Qingming's eyes were a bit complicated, no wonder there were rumors that Qian Renxue would challenge the Soul Emperor realm at the end of the year, so she was already so close.

The speed of Qian Renxue's progress was even faster than they imagined.

Only the soul king can match her in the later stage in the early stage, so what kind of improvement will Qian Renxue, who has really stepped into level 55, improve.

Such a talent really makes those who want to chase her a little helpless. Is the god-level martial spirit seraphim really so overbearing?

hum!
The hot sword edge whizzed down, and a deep gully appeared silently on the ground under his feet. The sides of the gully were as smooth as a mirror, and at the same time, green smoke rose, bringing about a fiery high temperature.

The sword edge of Shenyang was reflected in the red pupils of the Holy Rakshasa. At this time, it did not dodge, but the strange grimace on its face seemed to be more profound.

Jie!

It even let out a weird laugh at this moment.

It didn't seem too surprised by Qian Renxue's surprise attack this time.

Qian Renxue also noticed something, and her eyes fluctuated slightly. It seems that this Saint Rakshasa deliberately showed his flaws, and asked her to make a move?

Really cunning and vicious.

He is clearly a Rakshasa ghost, but his mind is complex and cold, even more so than that of a human being.

But at such a time, Qian Renxue did not show any panic because of this, her expression was unmoved, and the light soul power surging above the sword edge became more fierce and domineering.

The fifth soul skill, Golden Skyline.

call!
Saint Raksha opened his grimace mouth covered with black thorns, as if he took a deep breath.

Boom!

Then in the next moment, the clay figurines on the nearby mud platform vibrated slightly, and billows of black smoke could be seen coming out of the clay figurines and quickly pouring into the body of Saint Rakshasa.

The previously weakened strength instantly climbed.

But at the same moment, inside the stronghold, Tang San and the others discovered that the power of those polluted was rapidly weakening, obviously, those boosting powers were being sucked away.

Even more than that, what was taken away was their own power.

"Seize this opportunity, restrain and suppress all the polluters!" Tang San yelled violently, this was the opportunity Qian Renxue risked to win for them.

Everyone responded in unison, and shot out one after another, and the mighty soul power offensive quickly drowned the polluters.

But outside that stronghold, the power of Holy Rakshasa was recovering rapidly, and at the same time it screamed, and the sound waves were like wild waves, shaking the void.

It struck out with a palm, and under that palm, it seemed that darkness covered the world. It was obviously just an ordinary palm, but it made people feel that the world was covered by it.

In the darkness, everything perishes.

And in the darkness, there is only the sword of Shenyang, which still shines brightly, drives away the darkness, and cuts it down suddenly.

One sword and one palm, fierce collision.

boom!
An astonishing energy shock erupted at this moment, with Qian Renxue and Sheng Luocha as the center, the surrounding land was blown away layer by layer, and the permeating black mist was completely shredded.

Those other ghost rakshasa who approached were directly shaken into wisps of black air.

In the stronghold, many eyes looked at the source of the berserk energy impact, but their expressions changed, because they could all see that the divine sun sword light was being squeezed out by the dark hand little by little. cracked.

Obviously, there is still a gap that cannot be ignored between Qian Renxue's strength and that Holy Rakshasa.

"Jie Jie! Cuckoo!"

Holy Rakshasa let out a piercing laugh, and immediately clenched his black palm, and with a cracking sound, the fiery and domineering Shenyang sword glow suddenly shattered.

"Your Highness, step back!" Zhao Yulan and Fu Xinyi shouted with pale faces.

Tang San stared fixedly at Qian Renxue's figure, the hand holding the straight knife trembled slightly, he resisted the urge to rush out, because he knew that with his strength, rushing out would only become Qian Renxue's It's just a burden.

Inside the stronghold, exclamations continued.

But unexpectedly, Qian Renxue did not retreat, her golden eyes reflected the shattered Shenyang sword light, her face was still calm, it seemed that this scene was also in her expectation.

This sword can't hurt the Holy Rakshasa of the Soul Sage level.

So, instead of retreating, she took a step forward.

She stretched out her slender palm and wiped the edge of the sword suddenly.

There was bright red blood flying and falling on the sword light.

At that moment, the shattering of the sword light suddenly intensified, as if there was an extremely hot breath rising from the broken sword light. That sacred air caused the strange and exaggerated smile on the face of Saint Raksha to stagnate. .

Immediately, it directly slapped Qian Renxue with its palm.

In the palm of the hand, the astonishing force of evil thoughts was compressed and condensed, as if forming a black vortex, which was enough to swallow any attack.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, as if there was a golden air flow flowing through her nose, her eyes were slightly closed, and her slender hand stretched out, reaching into the broken sword light, and suddenly grabbed a sword that seemed to be burning. Flaming light feathers.

"Yan Sheng Yu, everything is unclean, burn it to clean it."

On Qian Renxue's tender body, there was an overbearing flame that made people feel astonished. The flame was so sacred, as if it could burn away the filth of the world.

The light feather swept down like a sword light.

It actually avoided Saint Rakshasa's attack, but directly slashed at his face.

What a fierce posture of fighting for life.

Among the two options of protecting herself and killing the enemy, Qian Renxue directly chose the latter.

Qian Renxue's choice made the Saint Rakshasa obviously very surprised, but at this time it was too late to defend, and in the end, it could only watch helplessly as the light feather burning with the sacred flame was like a sword light. cut off.

The moment it slapped Qian Renxue with its palm, that feather of light also slashed at its weird grimace.

In the stronghold, all eyes looked at this scene, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

boom!
Outside the stronghold, a terrifying energy hurricane swept across suddenly at this time, and the ground was torn apart by the violent impact one after another deep marks.

The moment the two touched, Qian Renxue's slender figure flew upside down as if being hit hard, her delicate body landed on the ground, and the angel sword in her hand pierced the ground, cutting a bottomless trace .

cough.

Qian Renxue coughed violently, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the light soul power emanating from her body also became extremely disordered at this time.

This is the performance of a setback.

Obviously, the previous palm of the Holy Raksha directly seriously injured Qian Renxue.

However, Qian Renxue didn't pay attention to her own injuries. She immediately raised her head and looked at the Holy Rakshasa. The previous attack was the strongest attack she could launch.

That was her pinnacle shot.

The holy Rakshasa used weakening her own strength as a bait to lure her to take the initiative to attack, but Qian Renxue had also expected this point before, but she finally made the move without hesitation.

That's because she knew in her heart that although this move was dangerous, it also contained opportunities.

Chance to break the game.

As long as she can succeed, then they don't have to wait passively for the support that they don't know when they will arrive, and the crisis in the stronghold will be solved easily.

If not, Qian Renxue doesn't have much confidence in being able to rely on the stronghold's defense mask to support the past few days based on the many strange methods that this Holy Rakshasa has shown before.

So, she had to take a risk.

Qian Renxue's eyes focused on the previous position, only to see the figure of Saint Rakshasa standing there, and on its weird ghostly face, a golden crack appeared at this time, and the crack was slowly moving down, as if to Split it in two.

At the crack, there is still a golden flame burning.

　The enemy is invincible, the enemy is invincible
　　
　
(End of this chapter)