Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 674: Soul Fusion Technique - Walking in Disarray
"Dodge! Get out of the way! Defend!"

Lang Chengjin, who was hosting the banquet in the atrium square, was a Soul Saint elder and the sect master's younger brother, so he reacted the fastest.

He roared, and the soul power in his body surged like a river, instantly condensing into circles of green halos, turning into an indestructible shield, tightly wrapping the disciples beside him like a mother bird protecting her chicks.

At the same time, he activated his martial soul's true body without hesitation, transforming into a sky-high silver-winged wolf that was more than thirty meters long and more than ten meters high, with the pair of silver wings behind it suddenly spread open.

It shone with brilliant silver light, cutting through the sky, leaving behind dazzling silver trails, rushing straight into the sky, attempting to intercept part of the overwhelming sword light with its own martial spirit and true body.

But is Chen Hong’s ninth soul skill “Deep Sea Vortex of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin” so easy to resist?

As Chen Hong's sword finger lightly pointed, the sky suddenly became filled with sword lights. Thousands of sword lights intertwined and entangled in the air, forming an impenetrable sword net that tightly bound Lang Chengjin's green shield and the Sky Silver Wing Wolf.

Then, the sword net began to rotate, turning into a majestic sword energy tornado that drew everything around it in.

"No!" Lang Chengjin cried out in despair, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of the sword tearing apart.

After a few breaths, his body fell from the sky, dying.

Chen Hong's strength is like the vast ocean, unfathomable.

The light of his sword was like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other, ruthlessly washing away and devouring all obstacles.

As a result, the atrium square of Tianlang Gate, a prosperous place in the past, has now become a battlefield ravaged by swords, torn to pieces and full of devastation.

The entire sect was shrouded in a thick shadow of fear, and the air was filled with suffocating depression.

"What's going on?" Upon hearing the sound, several big men in the inner hall of the Tianlang Sect jumped out from the inner hall in an instant, like startled cheetahs. Lang Chengming saw his brother lying on the ground at a glance, and his eyes were filled with rage that was about to burst out.

He suddenly raised his head, his sight piercing through the chaos, pointing straight to the sky, locking onto the figure in the air, "Chen Family! It's you!"

Even though he didn't recognize the person's full appearance, the figure floating in the air with a sword and the sharp light of the Seven Killing Sword Martial Spirit were all too familiar to him.

Chen Cong, standing on the top of the void, was as cold as frost. "You hired someone to assassinate my Chen family bloodline. Today is the day when your Tianlang Sect will be destroyed."

After saying this, he murmured, "A sword cuts off a thousand miles of wind and dust, and the autumn scenery of ten thousand mountains sends me home. The eighth soul skill - Ten thousand swords return to the clan, and the universe is thrown away!"

As Chen Cong finished speaking, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and all scenes became hazy and illusory.

Then, the Seven Killing Swords, like a star that had broken free from its restraints, cut through the sky, leaving behind an extremely brilliant trail. The light was so bright that it looked like daylight, and the air was trembling, leaving behind deep cracks.

Wherever the sword light passed, the darkness was torn apart, and countless sword shadows emerged from it like a rainstorm, like a pouring galaxy. Each sword carried destructive power and an indomitable murderous aura, and fell directly on the people of the Tianlang Sect.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples of Tianlang Sect used their own soul skills to try to resist this catastrophic disaster, but even so, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Many disciples vomited blood and were seriously injured under the ravages of the sword shadows.

Lang Chengming's eyes flickered between anger and suspicion, and finally his gaze was like a knife, piercing Lang Weiyuan fiercely. He already had the answer in his heart.

However, Lang Weihong urgently reminded: "Master, now is not the time to pursue the matter. The most urgent task is to resist the attack of the Chen family and protect the foundation of the sect!"

Upon hearing this, a look of determination flashed in Lang Chengming's eyes, "Uncle Wei Hong, you organize people to resist, and arrange for the sect's seeds to evacuate. Wang Zhen, merge with me!" Wang Zhen's martial soul is the Purple Spirit Wolf, a leader among spiritual martial souls.

This kind of martial soul is good at mental attacks, making it difficult to defend against.

In the Tianlang Sect, Wang Zhen is a rare talent.

But the real reason for letting him be the grand elder is that he can form a martial soul fusion technique with the sect master Lang Chengming.

The Tianlang Sect and the Demonic Sheep Sect are completely different things.

The Demonic Sheep Sect is just a new upstart that has emerged in the past two hundred years, but the Heavenly Wolf Sect is a first-class force with a thousand-year-old history.

Although in terms of personal strength, the strong men on both sides may be almost the same, but when it comes to the foundation and accumulation of the sect, the Tianlang Sect is far ahead of the Demon Sheep Sect.

The Demonic Sheep Sect is just a modern sect, with many younger brothers and a large number of wolf-type martial spirits.

For example, the number of top-level martial spirits.

For another example, at this moment, the Wolf Clan's top martial spirits, the martial spirit fusion technique of the Sky Silver Winged Wolf and the Purple Spirit Wolf, is nothing to be underestimated.

This kind of fusion skill is not something that can be acquired casually. It requires a deep understanding and inheritance of the martial soul to master it.

His body and Wang Zhen's body merged instantly, transforming into a giant beast that had never been seen before - a perfect fusion of the Sky Silver Winged Wolf and the Purple Spirit Wolf. Its silver hair and purple stripes complement each other. The wolf has two heads, is twenty meters tall, and its silver wings are seventy meters long when spread out. Its soul beast-like energy body is shocking.

This martial soul fusion technique is composed of the 84th level Soul Douluo Lang Chengming and the 79th level Wang Zhen, and its power reaches that of a Titled Douluo.

The giant beast roared towards the sky, and its voice was mixed with mental attacks, forming a huge tornado that rushed straight towards Chen Cong's thousands of sword shadows.

The roar of the giant beast echoed in the night sky, and its silver-haired and purple-striped body looked even more majestic under the moonlight. It was not only a symbol of strength, but also a manifestation of the will of the Sirius Clan.

The sword shadow and the tornado collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar. The entire sky above the Sirius Gate seemed to be on fire, with radiant light that illuminated everyone's face.

Chen Cong saw this scene, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer, "Oh, it's a martial soul fusion skill, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Leave this to me, and leave the others to you, Old Hongtou."

After saying that, he did not take it lightly. Instead, he focused more on controlling the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin. The number and power of sword shadows continued to rise, like waves, submerging the tornado one after another.

"Traveling together in embarrassment" is the proud signboard of Tianlang Sect. For Chen Cong, it is not only a challenge, but also a bright spot that stimulates his interest.

After all, although the Tianlang Sect seemed a bit desolate, it was relying on its unique martial soul fusion technique to barely maintain its dignity and status among the first-rate sects.

Suddenly, a strange roar mixed with wolf howls and wolf cries pierced the sky, and the originally intertwined sword shadows and tornadoes collapsed and disintegrated in this instant.

Amidst the flying dust, a wolf-like giant beast suddenly appeared, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in its eyes. It suddenly spread its huge wings, flapped its wings and flew high, swooping down on the dust cong in the sky, vowing to tear the invader into pieces.

(End of this chapter)