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

Ghost Shadow Douluo looked at the tip of the gun that was shining with deadly light, and his heart was filled with endless fear.

Cold sweat fell like rain, but he still said stubbornly:
"You... if you dare to kill me, my sect will never let you go. They will definitely avenge me and make you live a life worse than death!"

Tang Lan had a look of disdain on his face, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and sneered:

"Your sect? Even if they come out in full force, they will only have a few more defeated generals like you!"

"In the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain!"

At this moment, Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo looked at each other.
The two people's eyes met, like two lightning bolts colliding in the void, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding in an instant.

At that moment, their eyes conveyed firm determination and a common strategy.

Then, they took a step forward at the same time. Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.

The soul power in his body surged like a raging tide, and the powerful soul power fluctuations made the air around him become heavy.

Their momentum was as fierce as two volcanoes about to erupt, containing endless rage and majesty.

Xingchen Douluo's eyes widened, with flames of anger spurting out of them, and he shouted, "Tang Lan, don't be so arrogant!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo then shouted angrily: "With us waiting for you, how can you kill Ghost Shadow Douluo!"

"You are such an ignorant kid, don't think you can do whatever you want in front of us just by relying on your luck and some tricks."

"We are well-known Douluo masters. How can we allow a youngster like you to run wild here?"

"Today I will let you know how miserable the consequences will be if you go against us!"

Xingchen Douluo quickly formed seals with his hands, and his fingers were like nimble flying birds, drawing complex and mysterious trajectories in the air.

His first soul ring shone with dazzling light.

The light was like a blazing sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The light contains a powerful and mysterious force that seems to be able to swallow up everything.

He was mumbling something in a deep and penetrating voice, and every byte seemed to contain endless magic:
"The power of the stars gathers in my body, the starlight shines, and I defeat thousands of enemies!"

As he finished chanting the spell, countless starlight burst out from his fingertips.

Those lights are not of a single color, but colorful, just like the aurora in a dream.

Each ray of light was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if countless sharp blades were cutting the air.

These starlights, with a heart-pounding power, poured towards Tang Lan like an overwhelming force.

Wherever the light passed, the space trembled slightly at this powerful and terrifying force.

The space was like a piece of fragile silk, torn by this force and tiny cracks appeared.

At the same time, Ghost Scythe Douluo was not to be outdone.

He held the huge ghost sickle tightly with both hands, his arms were bulging with muscles and veins bulging.
Like thick earthworms crawling under the skin.

A strange black light appeared on the blade of the ghost sickle. The light was dark and deep, revealing endless gloom and terror.

Purple arcs flashed from time to time in the light, making crackling sounds that were frightening.

Along with his roar: "The ghost sickle takes my life, and my soul flies away!"

His voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying endless hatred and murderous intent.

The ghost sickle, accompanied by a howling gale, swept towards Tang Lan with unstoppable force and thunder.

The strong wind brought by the ghost sickle was like a violent tornado, sweeping everything away. The sand and rocks on the ground were swept into the air, forming a misty sand curtain.

The speed of the ghost sickle was extremely fast, leaving a black afterimage in the air.

It seemed that under this sickle, the whole world was about to be split into two, and Tang Lan was about to become the victim of this terrorist attack.

Tang Ya and the others' faces changed slightly. The excitement that had originally filled them because of Tang Lan's victory over Ghost Douluo instantly dissipated, and was replaced by deep worry.

Tang Ya's lips trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes. She said with a hint of anxiety, "What should we do? If the two of them attack together, can Tang Lan handle it?"

Jiang Nannan frowned, her beautiful eyes full of nervousness: "I hope Tang Lan will be fine, he will be fine."

Ma Xiaotao's expression was solemn. She bit her lip and stared at the battlefield. "These two guys are coming with great force. Tang Lan must be careful."

The color drained from Yu'er's face, and she said in a trembling voice, "Brother Tang Lan, you must be safe."

Ice Bear Douluo, Time Douluo and Falling Sword Soul Douluo snorted at the same time.
The hum was like a biting wind in the cold winter, carrying endless chill and anger.

The Ice Bear Douluo's mountain-like body trembled slightly, his eyes widened like copper bells, burning with rage, and he shouted:
"We are not dead yet! How can we allow you to be so arrogant here!"

Time Douluo frowned tightly, his eyes full of majesty and anger.
There was a resolute light flashing in the deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
He said in a deep voice: "Don't underestimate us! We are not soft persimmons that can be squeezed by anyone!"

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo tightly grasped the sword in his hand.

The sword trembled slightly and made a sharp buzzing sound, as if responding to the anger of its master.

He widened his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly due to extreme anger, and shouted loudly:

"You want to act so arrogantly in front of us? Forget it! It's just a foolish dream!"

Then, the three of them turned to Tang Lan and said:

"Just go ahead and kill Ghost Shadow Douluo, we will stop these two for you!"

Ice Bear Douluo's tone was firm, like an unshakable mountain, and every word was powerful:
"Boy, just do it with confidence. With us here, these two ignorant guys won't be able to interfere with you at all!"

"Even if we have to use up our last bit of strength, we will definitely protect you!"

Time Douluo's eyes were gentle yet powerful, and that look seemed to give Tang Lan endless courage and confidence.
comforted:
"Don't worry, just go for the fight. We will never let them get past the line! Their schemes and tricks will be exposed before us!"

Falling Sword Soul Douluo had a resolute look on his face, with absolute trust in Tang Lan, and his eyes were as firm as steel:

"Go ahead, we will guard this rear for you! Even if it means facing mountains of swords and seas of fire, we will never retreat!"

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointed directly at Ghost Shadow Douluo, his eyes revealing his determination to kill.

The soul power in his body surged, like an invisible storm surrounding him, causing his clothes to rustle.

"Ghost Shadow Douluo, today is the day you die!" (End of this chapter)