Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 85
Qingyang closed his eyes, not being moved by foreign objects.

There is no right or wrong in this dispute with Loston, but it is just a different position.

Unfortunately, Koyinol City became a pawn in the confrontation between the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall. From the perspective of both sides, everything that happened here was nothing more than a necessary sacrifice.

Without Qingyang's trip, no matter how the two sides win or lose, they will have to pay a greater price.

"Since I dare to come here alone, I am sure of convincing everyone."

Qingyang also got up and looked at Luoston at the same level. In the pure eyes, there was no trace of fear, and even a little overconfident.

It's like not paying attention to these people at all.

Loston's eyes were cold, and he just looked at the other party like this. He really wanted to know how the other party could react under the siege of the army.

Surrounded by the Lion Legion, even the titled Douluo, the elder of the Spirit Hall, had to seriously think about what to do next.

Not to mention Qing Yang, who is only the master of the first hall of the Wuhun Hall.

"Marquis of Loston, perhaps you have never thought that your so-called reliance, in my eyes, is nothing more than a bunch of collapsing dogs."

Qingyang raised his hand to the right, and bright three-color light slowly appeared on it. He kept his eyes fixed on the light in his hand quietly.

But this plain and usual, as if narrating the facts, completely angered the Marquis of Loston.

He laughed back in anger, and no longer endured Qingyang's excessive arrogance, his right hand formed a claw shape, and grabbed Qingyang fiercely.

"I'd like to see what your confidence is!"

As soon as the words fell, the lion's martial soul instantly possessed him, and a powerful, huge illusory claw exuding a cold glow grabbed Qingyang's right hand.

Eight spirit rings emerged around his body, and powerful power poured into his body. Although he didn't know what it was, what the other party wanted to do was to destroy it!
Qingyang's face remained unchanged, and his right hand took advantage of the situation to meet him.

I saw the supreme and precious sacred armor, emerging in the void, one after another, continuously turning into substance.

The three-color light then flowed around, gold, silver, and pure black intersected, and the armor combination wrapped his right hand, forming an extraordinary gauntlet.

And this is done in an instant!
At this point, Qingyang's right hand remained undiminished, facing the oncoming claw attack, he tapped lightly.

bump!
Intense collision of soul power!
Let the void ripples rise, and then spread suddenly.

It even expanded to form a circle of ferocious air waves, and at the same time it spread out, it also crushed the temporarily rebuilt high platform, causing it to sink by one meter in an instant.

The soldiers surrounding them stood there with long knives under the blast, swaying left and right, unable to maintain even the most basic standing.

If it weren't for the fact that they are all soul masters, and the heavy armor has raised the center of gravity and has a certain resistance, I am afraid that many people will be blown to the ground at this time.

"Eight-ringed Soul Douluo, the spirit power is level 81, not very stable, it looks like he broke through not long ago, overall his strength is pretty good."

Loston took two steps back and stabilized his figure. Hearing these words, his face suddenly brightened.

He raised his eyes and saw that Qingyang still maintained the posture of stretching out his fingers, and slowly withdrew his right hand while the pieces of the armor disappeared.

It seems that the collision just now did not affect the other party in the slightest.

This appearance made Loston feel embarrassed for a while.

"Your strength is indeed very strong. I couldn't believe it at first. How could you have the fighting power of Contra at such a young age? I didn't expect that the position of the palace master is well-deserved."

Taking two deep breaths, Loston calmed down the agitation in his body, like the burning soul power.

At this time, he had already looked at Qingyang squarely, and completely regarded him as a real master of the Wuhun Hall, an existence that could equal himself.

Rather than relying on special contributions to become the honorary elder of the Wuhun Hall.

"But just like this, it's not enough to make the Lion Army retreat!"

Loston's voice was still full of spirit, but it didn't have the conceited expression it had before.

As his words fell, the soldiers seemed to have heard some order, and quickly corrected their posture, facing Qingyang head-on.

The next moment, under the dilapidated high platform where he could barely stand, countless soul rings suddenly lit up. In a burst of dazzling light, the soldiers of the Lion Legion used their soul skills one after another.

White, yellow, a small amount of purple, even mixed with a very small amount of black!

I don't know how many soul skills with negative states, accompanied by huge fluctuations in soul power, all fell on Qingyang.

Gravity deepening, speed slowing, restraint, deterrence, horror stare...

In order to give full play to the advantages of the heavily armored corps, the soul skills of the soldiers of the Lion Legion are surprisingly consistent in nature, all of which are auxiliary in nature.

In the influence of the soul skills of thousands of people cooperating with each other, the soul saint is nothing. Even the ordinary soul fighting will fall with hatred if they are not careful for a moment.

Davis supported a pillar with one hand, supported his body and watched this scene, and his mind was shocked again.

He finally understood what it was like to form the Lion Legion formed by low-level soul masters, so that a soul sage could not even escape, and just fell so aggrieved.

Under such circumstances, let alone Soul Sage, even Soul Douluo, even Title Douluo, had to back away from the edge.

Because titled Douluo couldn't completely ignore ordinary people, the Star Luo Empire's huge legions were enough to win with quantitative changes!
And how many times can the eighth and ninth soul skills that can change a battlefield be used?
The Star Luo Empire has a huge and even terrifying army of soldiers that even he can't remember clearly!

This is the strength of the Star Luo Empire based on the Douluo Continent!
Qingyang only felt his body sank, the world in front of him suddenly became unreal, a slight tinnitus appeared in his ears, and an inexplicable sense of panic was born in his heart.

Various states emerged one after another, making it difficult for him to move forward.

"The Lion Legion has gone through hundreds of battles, and many of them have fought against or even killed high-level soul masters. After all, you are still young and energetic, and you are too big."

A smile finally appeared on Loston's face that had been stern since he was repelled.

He walked slowly to Qingyang's side, looked at this proud son of heaven, and sighed in his heart.

Luoston raised his hand, and the soul power was concentrated on it, and the huge almost substantial claw shadow was clearly visible.

He already intends to end this farce once and for all.

At this time, Qingyang's senses of hearing, smell, touch, sight, taste... were all affected. Facing the approaching Loston, with the help of mysterious guidance, he reluctantly raised his head.

If the emperor's armor fits together, with the protection of the armor, these negatively affecting soul skills, even if the combined soul power is not weaker than that of a Contra, it still won't have much effect on him.

Because the soul power of low-level soul masters is too vain and not solid enough, the quality is far inferior to that of high-level soul masters.

But that's it, if it's not strong enough to a certain level, even a Titled Douluo still can't ignore this quantitative change.

(End of this chapter)