Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 413 Do you want to try whether my sword is sharp?
The flames lasted for several minutes before gradually showing signs of weakening.

Suddenly, the flame vortex twisted irregularly, as if something was struggling inside.

The golden light tore through the sea of ​​fire and rushed out from the vortex of flames.

Qian Renxue, dressed in angelic attire, reappeared and flapped her wings to return to her position on the field.

"Hu——" Qian Renxue was breathing heavily with complicated eyes.

With extreme skills, even the magical skills that carry the power of faith can be reflected back in a clever way, and the operation is simpler than hers.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Ning Rongrong asked aloud. After reaching perfection, she was no less than Qian Renxue.

The angel holy sword simulated by Ning Rongrong turned into nothing after just one strike.

However, even without weapons, she is not afraid now.

It's finally over.

As long as the gods don't take action, she dares to pull out the beard of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tower slowly fell into Ning Rongrong's palm.

The color of the soul ring doesn't seem to have changed much.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, bright gold, and red.

Because the blood-red color of the eighth soul ring was too bright, even the audience around would find it difficult to notice the subtle changes in the six black soul rings in front of Ning Rong without looking carefully.

The lifespan of all black spirit rings has been increased to 99999 years.

"The competition isn't over yet. This is the only Soul Master Competition I'm participating in, and I don't want to have any regrets." Qian Renxue said in a firm tone.

"Third soul skill - Angel's blessing."

A faint angelic glow falls.

The injuries on Qian Renxue's body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Qian Renxue recovering quickly, Ning Rongrong said, "You have been attacking all along, so let me take over this time."

"Ok?"

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, Ning Rongrong's golden pupils began to move, and the blue aura on the clock behind her dissipated, leaving only the golden clock, which was exactly the same as Ning Rongrong's left eye.

Feeling the oppressive aura emerging, Qian Renxue had to become alert.

At this moment, space-time gates opened up in the area near Ning Rong.

Ning Rongrong walked out, holding a spear or an angel's holy sword.

That’s right, it’s Ning Rongrong. Although her hairstyle looks a little different from her real self, her outline is exactly like Ning Rongrong.

"What skill is this?"

Qian Renxue frowned as she looked at the hundreds of Ning Rongrongs surrounding her.

Even Qian Renxue, who had seen tough storms, had cold sweat on her forehead.

Looking into the eyes of this group of Ning Rongrongs, I felt like I was being stared at by a wild beast.

Even when she was still Xue Qinghe, Ning Rongrong always gave people the impression of being weak.

"Go ahead, attack!" Ning Rongrong's voice rang out, and all the clones began to attack.

Whether it was Ning Rong with a pistol or Ning Rongrong with the Angel Holy Sword, they all attacked Qian Renxue from all directions.

Qian Renxue didn't dare to be careless. She didn't know the strength of Ning Rongrong's group, but it would be bad if she was beaten up by a group of people.

Qian Renxue spread her angel wings and flew quickly.

Move up, down, left and right to avoid the dense bullets and the attacking Ning Rongrong's clone holding the Angel Holy Sword.

Gradually, Qian Renxue grasped the pattern.

These clones are all quite powerful, but there is still a clear gap compared to the original bodies. Qian Renxue seized the opportunity.

The six-winged angel martial spirit burst out with strong light in an instant.

"The eighth soul skill - angelic image."

As a hundred thousand year spirit ring, it usually has two skills. Qian Renxue's eighth spirit ring is not only nearly one hundred thousand years old, but also the most suitable spirit ring for her.

Compared to another skill, Angel Judgment, Angel Illusion is a large-scale group attack ability.

Qian Renxue flew high into the sky, and her six-winged angel martial spirit emitted a dazzling light.

Countless feathers turned into golden flying blades, falling from the sky like falling petals. While resisting the attack of Ning Rongrong's clone, the intensive attack frequency destroyed Ning Rongrong's clone.

A few minutes later, Qian Renxue landed not far from Ning Rongrong again.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Angel's True Body"

With the blessing of the hundred thousand year soul bone set, Qian Renxue's angelic true form was like the angel god descending.

The holy aura gave the entire Wuhun City a feeling of inviolability.

"Ning Rongrong, this is my last attack. If you can't take it, just admit defeat!"

"Oh! Interesting." Ning Rongrong didn't seem to hear Qian Renxue's warning, and her eyes moved slightly.

Ning Rongrong clenched her hands slightly. A long sword similar in style to the Angel's Holy Sword, but in a light blue color, appeared in her hand.

“Is this the so-called power of God?”

The ultimate level of trickery!
It’s just like Tang San before, but compared to Tang San, Qian Renxue’s power is stronger and more terrifying.

"Well, I'll try my own strength." Ning Rongrong smiled knowingly, "Perfection... is not something a mere spirit master can compare to."

A hint of chill seeped out from every pore of Ning Rongrong.

This originally belonged to the power of the Ice Dragon King, but now this coldness has completely transformed into his own strength.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Angel Judgment"

"Sword Skill - One Sword Frosts the Nineteen States"

Almost at the moment when Qian Renxue's voice fell, Ning Rongrong's voice rang out.

The temperature of the entire stadium suddenly dropped by seven or eight degrees.

The extreme cold and extreme heat filled the entire Giant Sword Mountain at this moment.

The cold and the heat kept colliding.

The angel's shadow used the weapon in his hand to chop down fiercely.

The light was bright, like the roar of a galloping torrent, emitting endless power.

Compared to the grand and vigorous eighth soul skill from Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong's side seemed much quieter.

A hundred-meter-long sword energy filled with chill was slashing towards the sky.

Wherever it passed, everything was frozen.

Even the flame of the six-winged angel with a sacred aura condensed into blocks in an instant.

He fell to the stage with a loud noise.

Even a hundred thousand year old soul skill could not stop the erosion of the cold.

laugh--

The hundred-meter-tall phantom of the angel was cut in half by Lan Yan's ice.

The flames condensed into ice cubes and fell to the ground one after another.

"puff--"

Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood.

His spirit became weak, and he slowly fell to the stage with the faint six-winged angel spirit.

After Qian Renxue landed on the stage, she stood up shakily with a complicated look in her eyes:
"It's you, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, who won!"

At this time, the Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall and the Worship Hall gathered near the ring, and they were ready to rush in if they disagreed.

"Why, Spirit Hall can't afford to lose?"

Ning Rongrong raised her hand, and the Angel Holy Sword that Qian Renxue was holding tightly flew out of her hand and fell into Ning Rongrong's hand.

Gently giving birth to a sword flower, Ning Rongrong said coldly
"Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, do you want to test whether the Angel Holy Sword in my hand is sharp?"

Soon after he finished speaking, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi also landed on the stage.

The three of them displayed their respective spirit rings and levels.

Two level 89 Title Douluo, plus Ning Fengzhi, a level Soul Douluo, and Ning Rongrong, who is suspected to have the combat power of a Title Douluo.

Especially Ning Fengzhi, what if he is similar to Ning Rongrong, an old silver coin, who can fight and assist, and can tear off his shirt to reveal his eight-pack abs.

How can this guy fight?
How many Titled Douluo would the Spirit Hall have to recruit before it could defeat the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?

For a moment, the two sides were in a delicate standoff, but no one took the initiative to attack.

(End of this chapter)