The strong soul power burst out, and its sharp aura made Zhao Xuan feel as if he had been cut by a knife. Neat wounds continued to bloom on his body, but they were quickly shrouded in data light and shadow and continued to heal.
At a certain moment, all the power reached its extreme, and the golden-winged roc's body was like a sun, and its bright light attracted everyone's attention.
"Zhao Xuan!"
Tang San and others changed their colors and couldn't help but exclaimed.
That strong soul power fluctuation can be felt even from a thousand feet away, and the sharp breath blows against his face, as if a knife is rubbing against his cheek.
"boom!"
There was a roar in the sky, billowing air waves spread in all directions, and the void couldn't help but ripple.
Immediately afterwards, a somewhat embarrassed figure emerged from the center of the explosion. His clothes were messy and his eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, looking for another figure.
"As expected... I still can't make up my mind. I wonder what happened to Thunder Douluo."
The old man panted and glanced around while sighing slightly in his heart. He admitted that he was still afraid at the last moment. Sure enough, not everyone can die calmly, let alone him, who has lived for hundreds of years and is far away from the peerless fight.
Luo is only half a step away.
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly a faint voice came from behind the old man, and at that moment he suddenly felt a numb scalp.
Looking in the blink of an eye, Zhao Xuan, dressed in white, was standing quietly within three feet of him, looking at him calmly.
"You, you are unscathed?!"
Looking at Zhao Xuan's figure, the old man felt as if he had seen a ghost. Even a peerless Douluo couldn't be unscathed under his kind of attack, right?!
Zhao Xuan has a slender figure, and his white clothes also have signs of fragmentation, but his exposed skin is white and crystal clear, without any injuries.
"This? Didn't they tell you about my soul skills when you came?"
Zhao Xuan scratched his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression. He thought he wanted to die with him, but he gave up at the last moment.
Unknowingly, Zhao Xuan had a look of contempt on his face.
"What soul skill?"
The old man opposite was looking at Zhao Xuan in confusion. Hearing this, he subconsciously asked, but he did not notice the change in the expression on Zhao Xuan's face.
"Well..."
Zhao Xuan made a long final note, and while the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes suddenly flickered.
"Whoa!"
The spear in his hand suddenly stabbed towards the old man. The speed of the God-killing Spear was extremely fast. When it stabbed, a bone-chilling cold air escaped from the spear, making the old man's whole body stagnate.
Although he had been prepared for Zhao Xuan, when the spear struck, the old man sadly found that he still had no strength to resist. The bone-chilling cold air entered his body, making his body stiff and even his blood seemed to freeze.
, facing this shot, he had no way to avoid it.
He had burned most of his soul power just now, and now he is as weak as a candle in the wind. He has no power to resist. It would be better to die together with him just now.
For a moment, the old man's eyes were filled with regret.
"Pfft!"
When the spear entered the body, Zhao Xuan instantly activated the divine rules in the God-killing Spear, and the venom instantly infected the old man's body.
It was only then that Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, a problem was finally solved.
However, just when he was relieved, Tang Chen's urgent call suddenly reached Zhao Xuan's ears.
"Zhao Xuan, be careful!"
"Xisuo!"
The sound of chains moving followed Tang Chen's voice, and Zhao Xuan's heart froze. The God-killing Spear in his hand was instantly withdrawn from the old man's body in front of him, and then he blocked it in the direction of the source of the sound.
"clang!"
The sound of metal and iron clashing was heard, and the shape of the incoming object appeared in Zhao Xuan's field of vision. It was a string of pitch-black chains, made of an unknown substance, bone-chillingly cold, and covered with the breath of death.
It sprang out from the void not far away from him.
And at the other end of the dark chain is... the jet-black sickle speeding towards him.
Zhao Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to dodge, but the chains intersecting with the God-killing Spear flexibly came over to restrain him firmly.
"The third soul skill, activate!"
Zhao Xuan tried hard to keep calm and began to use the third soul skill to transfer himself, but...
"It actually lost its function?!"
Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he discovered that his third soul skill did not take effect.
"Wait...where have I seen this situation before?"
But before Zhao Xuan could examine it carefully, the pitch-black scythe flew over and landed on Zhao Xuan in full view of everyone. There was a moment of stalemate when the two collided, and then the pitch-black death appeared on the scythe.
With great power, he was slightly better in the end and cut off Zhao Xuan in the middle while looking at him in astonishment.
"Zhao Xuan!"
For a time, countless people felt their hearts tightening and exclaimed.
Among them, Tang San's voice was particularly powerful, full of shrillness, and his eyes turned red for a moment. He raised his eyes and looked towards the place where the chain flew out, and saw a figure in black robe slowly stepping out from it,
Looking in the direction of Zhao Xuan with great interest.
Then, he frowned slightly and looked at Tang San, murmuring: "The descendant of Poseidon? Now is not the time to collide with Poseidon."
After saying that, he held the small chain coming out of his sleeve with his right hand, pulled back the God of Death's sickle, and prepared to turn around and leave.
"stop!"
Tang San's violent shouts came out, his vast eyes were fixed on the God of Death, and the Poseidon Trident in his hand erupted with a strong blue-gold light. Under this rage, the aura on Tang San's body became even more powerful.
Got up and got a breakthrough on the spot.
"There is no return!"
With a wave of the Poseidon's Trident, waves of light flew towards the God of Death. The thin light made the God of Death frown.
"The Thirteen Styles of Poseidon? What a pity, you are not Poseidon yet."
The God of Death said leisurely, the Death Scythe fell on his hand, and then slashed out a jet-black light. When the black light collided with the blue-gold light, both of them disappeared at the same time.
Tang San couldn't help but fell into a daze. The God of Death shook his head and turned to leave, but the next moment he froze.
"I'm afraid it's a little unfriendly to leave like this after you attacked me..."
A long sigh sounded in the ears of Tang San and the God of Death. Their faces froze at the same time, and then their expressions suddenly changed. However, one of them was happy, while the other had a frown on his face.
With a look of disbelief.
Turning around and looking around, Zhao Xuan, dressed in white, was standing unscathed in the void. He was carrying a spear and looking at the God of Death with an unkind look.
"Grandson, I dare to sneak attack your grandfather."
Zhao Xuan gritted his teeth and stared at the God of Death.