Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Tiandou Empire, Imperial Palace

"can it"

Sword Douluo stepped forward and hesitated for a moment.

Pointing to His Highness the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, he asked: "Can you judge whether his martial spirit is real?"

Han Tao frowned.

This is not a simple question.

If Xue Qinghe's true martial spirit is revealed and the plan to steal the country fails, the Spirit Hall will not let him off easily.

And if he helps Xue Qinghe to cover up, Sword Douluo will definitely embarrass himself when her identity is exposed.

"snort!"

Just as Han Tao was hesitating, Yu Xiaogang stepped forward rashly.

His tone and look were very dissatisfied: "Sword Douluo Chenxin."

"Just now, I have given my analysis. Xue Qinghe's martial spirit is a swan. There are no problems with the details."

"You are coming to see Han Tao now. Do you think you don't believe my theory?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened and his tone was slightly questioning.

"Um"

Chen Xin frowned, but his expression was a little strange: "You don't seem to take me seriously?"

He lives a privileged life in the Qibao Glazed Sect, but no disciple in the sect dares to talk to him like this, and I don't know where this bullshit "master" got the courage.

"Seven Killing Swords!"

The white robe waved, his arm stretched out, and a simple long sword about two meters long appeared in the air, and the rotating sword body was placed in the palm of his hand.

The nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and black broke away from the original form of the soul rings and turned into nine stars engraved on the ancient sword.

And with Chen Xin’s empty fingers concentrating,

The edge of the Seven Kills Sword pierced through the sound barrier and suddenly struck Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.

"Master!" Tang San shouted eagerly.

Tang San kept his purple devil eyes at all times, and was the first to notice Sword Douluo's offensive, and quickly tugged on his father's clothes.

"snort!"

Tang Hao hummed, breathing heavily, and suddenly tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer.

The rotating body used the legs, waist, shoulders, and arms to complete the coordination of the power side. The Clear Sky Hammer's "Sky Strike" was fully unleashed, colliding with the Seven Kills Sword that pierced the sound barrier.

Strong air waves rippled across the center of the collision.

"Is this the strength of a level 95 Titled Douluo?"

Han Tao felt the surging air waves and took two steps back slightly while his heart was shocked.

The soul power stirred quietly, extending from the ground to the sky. Light and shadow filled the entire palace. The power of the two illusions enveloped all the furnishings.

Palace walls, bricks and tiles, portraits, martial arts spirits.

The collision between the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Killing Sword, and the soul power are synchronized one by one in the fantasy scene.

"pity."

"Today, I still don't understand the microscopic aspects of the soul power structure. If I master and understand this part of the theory, perhaps the battle of Titled Douluo can be simulated accurately."

The inside and outside of the fantasy are like the development of two worlds.

The strong air wave caused Han Tao to take two steps back, but Yu Xiaogang was in misery.

As a great soul master, he was at the center of the collision of soul powers. Facing the collision of soul powers of two level 95 titled Douluo, his whole body was overturned by the huge force.

Bang!

A heavy object hit the ground.

"Grandmaster!"

In Yu Xiaogang's ears, the voice of his apprentice Tang San came vaguely.

"Master, how are you?"

Tang San quickly stepped forward and helped up Yu Xiaogang's trembling body.

"Fortunately, fortunately!"

He waved his hands, his expression turned from low to high, and he looked at Tang San and warned: "Sword Douluo doesn't like my theory!"

"So Xiaosan, you must practice hard and become the strongest person on Douluo Continent."

"Yeah!" Tang San nodded repeatedly: "I will prove your theory and slap him in the face with the master's theory."

Then, Tang San turned his gaze to the center of the battle.

Seeing Sword Douluo's simple long sword, the Shrek school motto "It's mediocre to dare not cause trouble" came into mind, and he asked in a sharp tone:

"Master is kind and kind to help you identify the authenticity of Xue Qinghe's martial spirit. Even if you don't agree with his theory, you shouldn't take action against him!"

Tang San's tone was angry and firm: "Doing such an ungrateful thing? Don't you have any sense of shame?"

"Oh?" Chen Xin was also stunned: "Are you talking about me?"

"If you don't say you, who else could it be?"

Soul power suddenly seemed to be stagnant in the air. Sword Douluo stared at Tang San's face, his expression conveying an inexplicable meaning.

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly: "Master has taught a good apprentice."

But he was praising the master, and the light of increased soul power poured into Sword Douluo's body without reservation, forcibly raising Sword Douluo's combat power to level 97.

"Tear!"

The Seven Killing Sword collided with the Clear Sky Hammer again.

It had been a long time since the ring was exploded, and the Clear Sky Hammer could not carry such vast soul power for a long time, and Tang Hao's strength was declining rapidly.

On the other side, there was the super powerful Sword Douluo blessed by Ning Fengzhi.

ticking

The cold sweat on his forehead streaked down the side of his face.

It fell to the ground and made an extremely clear sound, but no one present noticed this detail.

Except Han Tao in the fantasy realm: "It seems that Tang Hao is no longer good at it."

Sword Douluo looked past Tang Hao and stared at Tang San behind him: "Perhaps Haotian Douluo's presence here gave you more courage to question me."

Don't look away: "But if it were another time."

"Your question is enough for me to kill you!"

Jian Douluo's expression was calm and calm, his white robe was arrogant in the sun, and the Seven Killing Swords were circling around him, pretending to be a banished immortal.

"Damn it." Tang San's face was gloomy.

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time he saw such a despicable and vicious person, who did not act according to the rules of the world at all.

"Jian Douluo" Tang San warned coldly:

"Although you are powerful, if your heart is not right, you cannot be called a strong man."

He put himself at the top of morality and accused Jian Douluo of the mistake of sneak attack.

"Hmm?" Jian Douluo was surprised.

On the Seven Killing Swords, a trace of soul power emerged again.

Tang San quickly retreated,

quietly came to his father, lowered his head and whispered.

"Chen Xin, you don't take me seriously?"

"If you attack my son now, I will also abandon my bottom line and attack your disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

Looking at Han Tao, his tone was cold and resolute:

"If I'm not mistaken, Ning Rongrong, Han Tao, and Ning Tian are all disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

"Puff!" Han Tao laughed when he heard it.

Even if Tang Hao was in his prime, with the ring explosion and the big Sumeru hammer fully opened, there might be a chance to defeat him.

But that's all.

Inside and outside the illusion, the situation on the battlefield tended to be synchronized,

The millimeter of time was critical, and the deduction of the illusion was one step faster, presenting half a beat earlier than the real situation on the battlefield.

"In this case,"

"It's basically impossible for Tang Hao to sneak attack me!"

Han Tao's heart showed a little confidence.

But at this moment, a situation completely different from the illusion appeared.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly jumped to the center of the battlefield: "Yes!"

Looking at Yu Ningfengzhi, he pretended to be arrogant and confident:

"If you dare to attack my apprentice Tang San, don't blame me for disregarding the master-disciple relationship of Shrek Academy."

"Even if I, Yu Xiaogang, pay my life, I will definitely make you, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, pay the price!"