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

His thick black eyebrows were raised high, like two sharp scimitars, showing his heroism and joy at the moment.

Ice Bear Douluo's big copper bell-like eyes widened wide, full of disdain for Ghost Shadow Douluo and others.

Time Douluo had a smile on his face, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and calm.

He gently raised his right hand, his eyes full of wisdom and insight.

"Ghost Shadow Douluo and the others are trying to deal with Tang Lan. They are simply overestimating their own capabilities."

He raised his head slightly, and his laughter was gentle yet powerful, as if it could penetrate the sky.

He put his hands behind his back, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his long robe fluttered in the wind.
Every movement seems so elegant and calm, like an immortal who transcends the world.

That calmness and confidence makes people feel awe.

Falling Sword Soul Douluo held his hands in front of his chest, and the tight and powerful muscles in his arms were prominent.

The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an extremely sarcastic sneer.

It's like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, making people shudder.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and two sharp rays of light shot out of his eyes, as if he could instantly see through Ghost Shadow Douluo and others, and said coldly:
"They dared to look down on Tang Lan. They really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Now they are in such a miserable state. It's all their own fault!"

He straightened his spine and raised his chin slightly.
The whole person exudes an inviolable majesty.

It was as if a judge from high above was making a ruthless judgment on the failure of Ghost Douluo and others.

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear in his hand, his posture as straight as a pine tree, standing firmly in place, like a towering and unshakable mountain.

His eyes were like lightning, and his sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything. He stared coldly at the embarrassed Ghost Douluo opposite him.

At this time, the wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, and the world was in chaos.

Tang Lan raised a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically:

"With your mediocre skills, you dare to act so presumptuously in front of me?"

"That was just a small test to let you know how powerful I am."

"Next, it won't be so easy. I will let you know what true despair is!"

Hearing this, Ghost Shadow Douluo's face turned pale with anger. His already gloomy face was even more distorted.
The veins on his forehead bulged out like winding earthworms.

He shouted angrily, "Don't be so arrogant, you little brat!"

"Just now I was careless for a moment, so you had the opportunity to take advantage of me."

"I will not hold back this time. I will smash you to pieces and leave you without a burial place!"

After saying that, Ghost Shadow Douluo once again frantically concentrated his soul power. Black mist surrounded him like billowing smoke. The gloomy aura became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to devour everything around it.

In this gloomy atmosphere, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world was coming.

He danced his hands rapidly, his soul power surged wildly, and turned into a huge ghost claw.

The ghost claws were shining with cold light, gloomy and filled with endless murderous intent.
It pounced towards Tang Lan with overwhelming force, and the air made a sharp whistling sound wherever it passed.

Facing the fierce attack from Ghost Douluo, Tang Lan was not afraid at all. Instead, a burning fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

He kicked the ground hard with his feet, and the solid ground instantly cracked, with gravel splashing everywhere.

His figure rushed forward like an arrow, so fast that people could hardly see his figure.
The Overlord Spear in his hand emitted deafening dragon roars as he swung it.

As if declaring its majesty to the enemy, Tang Lan exuded a suffocating aura.
The air around him was stirred by his power, forming circles of ripples that were visible to the naked eye.

His eyes were as firm as iron, his teeth were clenched, veins on his forehead bulged, and he shouted:
"Well done!"

The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing throughout the world.

He was seen raising the Overlord Spear high up, his movements were smooth and full of power and beauty.

The tip of the gun flashed with dazzling light, as bright as the scorching sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

As Tang Lan moved, a powerful soul power surged out of his body and poured into the Overlord Spear like a surging river.

The gun body instantly shone brightly, and the bright light illuminated the dim surrounding environment.

With an indomitable momentum, he faced the ghostly and terrifying claws of Ghost Shadow Douluo.

It seemed as if it wanted to completely crush all the evil in this world.

When the Overlord Spear in Tang Lan's hand collided with the Ghost Claw of Ghost Shadow Douluo, a shocking energy wave erupted instantly.

Light and darkness intertwined, and the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this force and tiny cracks appeared.

Tang Lan's Overlord Spear was emitting a dazzling purple-gold light at this moment. On the spear body, a faint dragon pattern emerged, as if a giant dragon was entwined around it.

As Tang Lan poured in his power, blazing purple flames gushed out from the tip of the gun, and the scorching heat seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

Tang Lan's power was like an overwhelming tidal wave. The Overlord Spear kept advancing forward, forcing Ghost Shadow Douluo's ghost claws to retreat step by step.

His moves were fierce and swift, and every attack was carried out with the determination to kill.

Ghost Shadow Douluo only felt an irresistible force coming from the opponent's gun.

He tried his best to resist, but found himself becoming increasingly powerless.

His heart was filled with shock and fear. He didn't expect Tang Lan to be so powerful.

As the battle continued, Tang Lan's attacks became more and more fierce.
His figure was like a ghost, making Ghost Douluo difficult to grasp.

With each thrust of the spear, the flaming tip of the spear streaked across the night sky like a meteor, carrying with it the power to destroy everything;

With every sweep, the purple flames turned into arc-shaped waves of fire, rushing towards Ghost Shadow Douluo.

"How is this possible? How can a second-ring great spirit master be so powerful?"

Ghost Shadow Douluo secretly exclaimed in his heart, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from his forehead.

However, Tang Lan did not give him any chance to breathe. He wielded the Overlord Spear with great force and every shot was deadly.

Ghost Shadow Douluo could only struggle left and right under Tang Lan's attack, looking extremely embarrassed.

Just when Ghost Shadow Douluo was forced to retreat step by step by Tang Lan and had almost no power to fight back,
There was a fierce look in his eyes, full of determination and madness.

I saw Ghost Douluo yelling, and the voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, full of gloom and terror.

The already thick black mist around him instantly became several times thicker, as thick as ink, enveloping his entire body and making it difficult to see his figure.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the first soul ring lit up. Between the flashes of light,

"There are so many ghosts!"

Countless black ghosts separated from his body, with distorted shapes and ferocious faces, and they pounced towards Tang Lan with their fangs and claws bared. (End of this chapter)