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

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

The big eyes of Ice Bear Douluo were as round as copper bells, full of disdain for Ghost Shadow Douluo and others.

Time Douluo smiled, and that smile was like the warm sun in spring, warm and calm.

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

"Ghost Shadow Douluo and others are trying to deal with Tang Lan, they are simply overestimating their own abilities."

He raised his head slightly, and his laughter was gentle but full of power, as if it could penetrate the clouds.

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 seemed so elegant and calm, like an immortal who transcended the world.

That calmness and confidence made people feel awe.

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

The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a sneer of extreme sarcasm,

like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, which made people shudder.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and two sharp rays of light shot out of his eyes, as if he could instantly penetrate Ghost Shadow Douluo and others, and said coldly:

"Just because they dare 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 mess, it's all their own fault!"

He straightened his spine and raised his chin slightly,

The whole person exuded an inviolable majesty,

as if a judge from above was ruthlessly judging the failure of Ghost Shadow Douluo and others.

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

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

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

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

"With your mediocre skills, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"

"Just now I just tried my hand 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 was so angry that his face turned blue. His originally gloomy face was even more distorted at this moment.

The veins on his forehead bulged like winding earthworms.

He shouted angrily: "You little brat, don't be arrogant!"

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

"This time I will not hold back, I will make you shattered to pieces and die without a burial place!"

After that, Ghost Shadow Douluo madly condensed his soul power again, and the black mist around him was like billowing smoke. The gloomy breath became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to swallow up everything around.

In this dim 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, and his soul power surged wildly, turning into a huge ghost claw.

The ghost claw flashed with cold light, and it was gloomy and carried endless murderous intent.

It pounced on Tang Lan with overwhelming force, and the air made a sharp whistling sound wherever it passed.

Facing the fierce attack of Ghost Shadow Douluo, Tang Lan was not afraid at all, but his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

He kicked the ground with both feet, and the solid ground instantly collapsed, and the gravel splashed.

His figure rushed forward like an arrow from a string, so fast that people could hardly see his figure.

The Overlord Spear in his hand emitted a series of deafening dragon roars as he waved it,

as if announcing its majesty to the enemy.

Tang Lan exuded a powerful and suffocating momentum,

the air around him was stirred by his power, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

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

"Come on!"

The voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the world.

He raised the Overlord Spear high, and his movements were smooth and full of power and beauty.

The tip of the spear flashed with dazzling light, as dazzling as a 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 environment around it.

With an indomitable momentum, he faced the gloomy and terrifying ghost claw of Ghost Shadow Douluo,

as if he 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 fluctuation instantly broke out.

The light and darkness intertwined, and the surrounding space seemed to be unable to withstand this power and tiny cracks appeared.

Tang Lan's Overlord Spear was now emitting a dazzling purple-gold light. On the spear, a dragon pattern appeared faintly, as if a giant dragon was entwined around it.

As Tang Lan's power was infused, a blazing purple flame spurted out from the tip of the spear, and the scorching heat seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

Tang Lan's power was like a tidal wave, and the Overlord Spear kept pushing forward, forcing Ghost Shadow Douluo's ghost claws to retreat step by step.

His moves were sharp and swift, and every attack was accompanied by a determination to kill.

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

He tried his best to resist, but found that he was becoming more and more powerless.

His heart was filled with shock and fear. He did not expect Tang Lan's strength to be so strong.

As the battle continued, Tang Lan's attacks became more and more fierce.

His figure was like a ghost, making Ghost Douluo unpredictable.

Every time he stabbed, the tip of the spear burning with flames was like a meteor across the night sky, carrying the momentum of destroying everything;

Every time he swept across, the purple flames turned into arc-shaped waves of fire, overwhelming Ghost Douluo.

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

Ghost Douluo exclaimed in his heart, and beads of sweat kept dripping on his forehead.

However, Tang Lan did not give him a chance to breathe. The Overlord Spear danced in his hand with great vigor and every shot was deadly.

Ghost Douluo could only be left and right under Tang Lan's attack, and was in a mess.

Just when Ghost Douluo was forced to retreat step by step by Tang Lan and had almost no power to fight back,

a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were full of determination and madness.

The Ghost Douluo shouted loudly, 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, covering his entire body, making it difficult to see his figure.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the first soul ring lit up. In the flashing light,

"Ghosts are everywhere!"

Countless black ghosts separated from his body, and those ghosts were distorted in shape, with hideous faces, and pounced towards Tang Lan with fangs and claws. (End of this chapter)