Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Ice Bear Douluo's heroic words were full of dominance, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle.

Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his eyes deep and far-reaching, and he said slowly:

"We must not underestimate the enemy. We need to plan ahead and formulate a comprehensive response strategy. The enemy we face may be more cunning and powerful than we imagined."

Tang Lan nodded.

Just as they were discussing, a sinister laugh suddenly came from a distance:

"Haha, none of you can escape today!"

The laughter echoed in the empty environment, sounding particularly terrifying.

Everyone's expressions were startled, their nerves instantly tensed up, and the atmosphere instantly became tense to the extreme.

As the eerie laughter came,

A suffocating evil aura quickly spread like a surging, boundless tide.
It seemed as if it was going to devour everything in this world.

Wherever this evil aura reaches, even the air seems to be polluted and turbid, making it difficult for people to breathe.
It was as if every breath I took inhaled endless darkness and fear.

Tang Lan's eyes were wide open, like torches burning with blazing flames, spewing out angry flames, and he shouted loudly:
"Where are the rats, hiding their heads and showing their tails!"

His voice was like thunder, booming in this empty and silent space.
With inviolable majesty and extreme hatred of evil.

At this time, a dark shadow slowly walked towards us from a distance, and his figure gradually became clearer in the dim light.

His entire body was completely enveloped by the thick, surging black mist.

The mist seemed to have life, swirling and surging, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
All I could see was a pair of eyes flashing blood red.
Those eyes were like will-o'-the-wisp fire from the depths of hell, revealing creepy evil and cruelty.

It seems that as long as one is stared at by this gaze, the soul will be frozen instantly.

Tang Ya and the other three unconsciously took a few steps back. Their faces were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Tang Ya's heart was beating rapidly, and the violent beating sound echoed in her ears like a drum, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second;

Jiang Nannan covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open, trying hard not to scream out in extreme fear;
Yu'er's legs were weak, and her body was shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind. She could barely stand and might collapse to the ground at any moment.
Although Ma Xiaotao pretended to be calm, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

But the panic and fear in her eyes could not conceal the fear deep in her heart.

Falling Sword Soul Douluo snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and anger, as if he was extremely annoyed by the black shadow's pretense:

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

After saying that, a sharp sword energy whizzed out from his hand.

The sword energy was like a dazzling silver lightning, shooting straight towards the black shadow with a powerful momentum that could tear through the void and destroy everything.

Wherever it passed, the air was cut and made a sharp sound.

The black shadow flashed sideways, and its movements were as light and agile as a ghost.
Without any hesitation, he easily dodged this powerful blow.
At the same time, a piercing laugh broke out:

"Is that all you have?"

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like a sharp needle piercing everyone's eardrums, as if it could penetrate people's souls.
It makes people feel an indescribable chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Ice Bear Douluo roared:
"Don't be arrogant!"

His voice was like a thunder that shook the earth, making people's eardrums buzz and their heads dizzy. His huge body, as big as a mountain, rushed towards the black shadow in an instant.
Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.
There was a dull roar, as if the earth was trembling and fearing under his feet.

Time Douluo waved his hands, and mysterious and complex runes flashed with strange light at his fingertips.
The time around me seemed to slow down.

The space seemed to be distorted, trying to restrict the movements of the black shadow.

The Sword Soul Douluo's eyes fixed, and a trace of determination flashed in his cold star-like eyes.
The long sword in his hand shone brightly, the dazzling light was like the scorching sun in the sky, and the sound of the sword chanting resounded through the world.
The voice was clear and passionate, as if announcing his determination to the enemy.

His figure flashed, and he rushed towards the black shadow like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky. His speed was so fast that people could only see a flash before their eyes.

The black shadow snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule.

With his hands dancing, the black energy instantly transformed into countless sharp blades, flying towards the Falling Sword Soul Douluo like a rainstorm.

These sharp blades flashed with strange light and carried a frightening evil aura.

The Falling Sword Soul Douluo swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword shadows weaved together, forming an impenetrable sword curtain.

Every time the sharp blade collided with the sword curtain, a dazzling light and powerful energy fluctuations burst out, and the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by this force.

Sparks flew everywhere, like brilliant fireworks, but full of deadly danger.

"Look, I'll break your evil magic!"

Falling Sword Soul Douluo shouted, his voice full of anger and majesty.

His sword force suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and ferocious.

Every sword carries the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

He displayed a set of exquisite sword skills. The sword shadows were intertwined into a gorgeous net, covering the black shadow.

The sword shadow was unpredictable, dazzling and elusive.

The black shadow dodged left and right, his figure erratic.

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, he was muttering something, and the dark energy was surging more and more violent.

The Falling Sword Soul Douluo became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and the light on the sword became stronger and stronger, like a blazing sun, as if it could completely dispel the boundless darkness.

Each of his swords contained powerful soul force and firm will. Every time he swung the sword, he carried an indomitable momentum, vowing to defeat the black shadow.

Veins bulged on his forehead and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes remained firm and he showed no intention of retreating.

The black shadow suddenly burst into laughter: "You think you can defeat me like this? Too naive!"

The laughter was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to penetrate one's soul.

After saying this, an even more powerful dark force burst out from his body. This force was like a huge black wave, surging and surging.

The Falling Sword Soul Douluo was instantly knocked back several steps by this force, and his feet left two deep marks on the ground.

Falling Sword Soul Douluo steadied his body, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the blood was particularly eye-catching on his resolute face.

But his eyes remained firm, without any fear or retreat.

He once again raised his sword and rushed towards the shadow, his posture upright, like an unyielding god of war. (End of this chapter)