Douluo: time travel, I became Tang San

Chapter 85 Seeing Death as Homecoming

The extremely dark Haotian Hammer was superimposed with the Zhenzi Jue and was thrown towards it.

On the head of the Clear Sky Hammer, a gorgeous and threatening black soul ring emerged.

Tang San is back!

However, among the many shocked looks, Tang San, who landed in front of the stronghold, reached out and touched a handful of wet hair, then looked directly at the Holy Rakshasa, pointing the tip of his ivory knife at the latter, and shouted like a thunderbolt

, the momentum is like a rainbow.

"I am Tang San of the Knights of Wuhun Palace. Look directly at me, you bastard."

The dark sky and earth are filled with chaos.

But the battlefield seemed to be divided at this moment.

It was obviously only the strength of the soul master realm, but at this moment, the torrent of ghost Rakshasa stopped abruptly, and at the same time began to retreat in panic.

The strange smile on the face of Saint Rakshasa further behind also faded away bit by bit at this time.

Because it sensed a very strong threat from the black giant hammer.

It's not because of the foot-long hammer, but because of the black soul ring filled with evil aura.

Outside the stronghold, the originally chaotic and cruel battlefield suddenly became strangely quiet at this time.

It seems to be caught in a strange harmony. It's really disgusting.

It is clear that this stronghold will be slaughtered with blood soon, let's taste these fresh flesh and blood!

Saint Rakshasa had a look of rage and ferocity on his strange face, and his gaze towards the black giant hammer began to turn cold.

No one can stop it from tasting these flesh and blood today!

And Tang San also sensed Saint Rakshasa's hostile gaze for the first time, but the current situation was complicated, so he didn't directly take action. After all, his Blue Silver Grass still had three spirit rings. In essence, now

Tang San is still a soul master.

At this time, the power of powerful evil thoughts began to rise from Holy Rakshasa's body, like billowing smoke, rising straight into the sky.

But when it showed its power, it still tried its best to maintain some restraint.

On the high wall of the rear stronghold, Qian Renxue, Hu Qingming and everyone else were watching this confrontation with some nervousness.

Tang San did come back alive as they wished, but he was not promoted to the Soul Sect, and they didn't know where the ten thousand year soul ring was attached to the Clear Sky Hammer. Even so, after this battle, Tang San

, the effect it can produce is still minimal.

If the Holy Rakshasa becomes fierce, it will definitely massacre their stronghold.

Moreover, although Holy Rakshasa is cruel, it also has some wisdom. This can be seen from the fact that after it came to the battlefield, it always made tentative attacks and did not directly attack the stronghold.

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on Hu Qingming's fair forehead. This atmosphere was really torturous.

"Why do I feel that we have become more dangerous? Tang San seems to have angered it." She couldn't help but whisper.

Others also felt sad. The scene in front of them made many people feel weak in their legs.

"Tang San isn't afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Qian Renxue said calmly.

After she said this, everyone was a little silent, and their eyes turned to the Holy Rakshasa and Tang San who was less than a kilometer in front of them.

They were hiding behind, all bearing such pressure, and how much pressure would be on Tang San, who was being targeted by such a vicious creature as the Holy Rakshasa?

At this moment, Tang San can still stand there with a normal expression, which already makes people admire his character.

"But be prepared, we are already in a desperate situation anyway, do you really think Tang San can stop this Holy Rakshasa with a soul ring hammer?" Qian Renxue said again.

She didn't want everyone to have too many expectations for Tang San. After all, the current situation and the crisis were still unresolved.

In other words, as long as Holy Rakshasa is not severely damaged, this stronghold will still be bloodbathed at any time.

"Captain, if they continue to confront each other like this, the situation will not be good for us." Fu Xinyi said in a low voice.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly. She didn't know this. Once this deadlock and confrontation continued, as the Holy Rakshasa gradually calmed down, the situation would become more difficult to control.

At that time, their only variable disappeared.

It’s just that at this time, no one dares to break the deadlock easily. If Qian Renxue and the others take action, it may anger the Holy Rakshasa. Once it shows the slightest dissatisfaction and rage towards the stronghold, then the next

The one who was torn to pieces was Tang San.

Therefore, the first one to move must not be the stronghold.

Then who can move?

Some complicated eyes were cast on Tang San, who was in front of the Holy Rakshasa.

At this time, Tang San is the best person to break this deadlock.

But once he does this, there is a high possibility that he will be in danger of life and death immediately, because if he retreats or enters, he will be killed by the Holy Rakshasa.

To retreat is to weaken the momentum, to advance is to seek death.

In their view, this is almost a dead end.

And Tang San, would he be willing to pay this price?

Everyone was silent and did not say such words, because they saw Qian Renxue's increasingly cold face. Obviously, the latter also understood this.

And with the relationship between Qian Renxue and Tang San, I am afraid that this situation will never be allowed to happen.

However, their silence did not last long, and some commotion gradually came out.

Then, all of their eyes suddenly widened because they saw Tang San, who was standing in front of the fierce creature, suddenly slowly raise his palm at this moment.

He tilted his head and seemed to smile at the people on the other side of the high wall.

Then he waved his palm down violently, making a charging gesture.

"kill!"

He let out a roar, holding an ivory straight sword, like a lone knight holding a flag, charging towards the enemy troops all over the mountains and plains.

Looking at his back, at this moment, the eyes of many students on the high wall turned red.

Some female students even cried loudly.

"Tang San." Hu Liena stared blankly at Tang San's indomitable back. Moisture rose in her big, watery eyes, blurring her vision.

Hou Yuxuan stared at Tang San's figure, as if he wanted to keep it in his heart.

"This guy."

Xie Yue took a deep breath and said softly: "This is the first time I admire a person so much, a real man."

Yan was silent on the side, staring at Tang San's back. In the past, he only felt that among the students in the same grade, only Xie Yue could be considered brave and courageous, but now, he felt that the current Tang San was far superior to them.

Hu Qingming was also looking at Tang San. She didn't show any emotion, but her eyes were a little complicated, and finally she turned to Qian Renxue.

At this time, the latter's eyes seemed to be fixed on Tang San. The hand holding the hilt of the angel sword slowly exerted force, and the knuckles turned white.

And under the gaze of many eyes from behind, Tang San's figure rushed into the attack range of the torrent of Ghost Rakshasa.

The protagonist dies and the whole play ends

(End of chapter)