Douluo's death sickle

The two Nether White Tigers, one behind the other, slowly approached Xueyu Zhu Zhuqing. They began to conceive, and even Dai Yunshan Zhu Qingcheng already had the idea of ​​dying with each other. Chinese website

"Rain of blood..." Zhu Zhuqing didn't understand what Xue Yu was waiting for. If he continued like this, he could drag them to death, but the variables were also huge. It was better to use all his strength to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Concentrate, try again." Xueyu inserted the death sickle into the ground in front of him, and the death energy lingered, forming a pure black protective shield in front of him.

The two Nether White Tigers launched attacks at the same time, hitting the protective shield hard with a muffled sound.

Davis Zhu Zhuyun's martial soul fusion skill was directly bounced away, while Dai Yunshan and Zhu Qingcheng's only took two steps back slightly.

The protective shield can withstand up to two attacks. Xue Yu no longer wastes time and is calm, keeping his martial spirit in the most balanced state and feeling Zhu Zhuqing's martial spirit.

Plop... Plop...

The two looked at each other, and they could hear each other's heartbeats. At this moment, their souls touched.

The clear sky turned into darkness in an instant, the whole world was filled with a hazy blood color, and the surrounding scenes completely disappeared into the darkness.

There were only two Nether White Tigers left on the spot, as well as those civil servants who had not escaped in time.

A breath of death spread like a haze, and wherever it passed, the originally dark ground began to squirm.

The next second, withered-looking arms broke through the ground, and people with pale faces and even skeletons climbed up from it.

Dai Yunshan and Davis led their own Netherworld White Tigers. They were both startled by this strange scene, but they soon came to their senses.

The zombie-like crowd staggered towards the two ghostly white tigers. Some of them still had weapons in their hands, and some even looked like they were possessed by martial spirits.

The Netherworld White Tiger's strength has reached the middle level of Titled Douluo. No matter how large the crowd is, it is impossible for him to do any harm.

As for Davis and his Netherworld White Tiger, although they are not strong enough, they cannot be hurt by such a lineup.

Two ghostly white tigers rushed into the crowd, tearing apart one such "person" after another like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Broken limbs and broken arms were flying in the sky, but no blood was seen. After a large part of the people were torn into pieces, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun's martial soul fusion skills finally couldn't hold on anymore, and they were reduced to two people.

The two people who had exhausted their soul power could only rely on Dai Yunshan and the others.

Just after the Netherworld White Tiger cleared a large area, the remaining limb fragments slowly merged into the ground, and in the next second, countless "people" were born.

"What the hell is this place?" Davis was terrified. If this continued, they were doomed.

"Is this a certain field?" Zhu Zhuyun didn't know why, but similarly, she had no strength at all and could only sit there paralyzed, waiting for death.

"Roar..." The Netherworld White Tiger once again exploded with soul power, sending the "people" flying towards him flying away.

He found that the "people" here were inexhaustible, but fortunately they were not very strong.

However, a pitch-black iron hammer flew from a distance and hit the Netherworld White Tiger hard on the face, causing him to stagger.

Turning around, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a rag cloak walking slowly towards him in the thick blood-colored fog.

What shocked Netherworld White Tiger was that this man had nine soul rings shining on his body.

The opponent appeared, and the Netherworld White Tiger didn't want to waste any more time, so he fired his huge body at the Titled Douluo.

However, when he got close to the other party and saw his face clearly, he was stunned, especially the huge Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

Tang Hao, this is actually Tang Hao!

Tang Hao jumped up in the air, and the Clear Sky Hammer swelled in the wind. As he swung it, its size had exceeded that of the Netherworld White Tiger. The large Sumeru Hammer hit the Netherworld White Tiger hard.

With just one blow, the Netherworld White Tiger instantly shattered and transformed into Dai Yunshan and Zhu Qingcheng again, flew out and smashed heavily into the pile of "people" before.

"How could this happen..." Dai Yunshan's face was distorted, the corners of his mouth were bruised, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Tang Hao..." Zhu Qingcheng had met Tang Hao before. He was the most outstanding genius of her generation, but how could he appear here?

In the thick fog, another figure appeared, tall and thin, surrounded by black fog.

Then another, and another, until seven figures appeared.

What makes Dai Yunshan and others despair is that each of them has nine soul rings.

Eight titled Douluo, what kind of lineup is this, and what kind of ability do they have?

At this moment, Dai Yunshan was sure that these people were not living people. They were all summoned by Xue Yu using some kind of soul skill.

Snap...

There was a sound like something falling to the ground. The originally dark sky suddenly brightened, and the surrounding red mist also disappeared. Even those "people" who couldn't be killed and the seven titled Douluo disappeared.

Xue Yu and Zhu Zhuqing stood there in a daze, and the sound just now was actually made by Xue Yu's death sickle falling to the ground.

"Rain of blood..."

"Zhuqing..."

The two spoke at the same time and looked at each other in disbelief. They successfully completed the martial soul fusion skill, but what made them unbelievable was the strength of this martial soul fusion skill.

There are many forms of martial soul fusion skills. It can be directly fused into a new martial soul image like the Netherworld White Tiger, or it can be released from the outside of the body based on a certain martial soul like the three masters.

There is also the fusion of Hu Liena’s evil moon, the realm of ghosts and the moon.

The martial soul fusion skills of Xue Yu and Zhu Zhuqing are similar to the Ghost Moon Pass, which combines the abilities of Xue Yu and Zhu Zhuqing to form a new realm.

In the realm, all people or soul beasts who have died in the hands of these two people will appear in the state of ghosts, and their strength will be more or less limited. But the scary thing is that in the realm, they are immortal.

After fully understanding the information about martial soul fusion skills, Xue Yu had an illusion that it was like a new world there.

"What on earth is that?" Dai Yunshan forced himself to stand up. He was not allowed to lose the majesty of the emperor.

"Martial soul fusion skill, Netherworld Hell."

"Netherworld..." Zhu Qingcheng has devoted his whole life to the Netherworld family. Before he died, he could see the reality of the martial soul fusion skill named Netherworld, so he died without regrets.

"Zhuqing, you are really kind. Promise me one thing..." Zhu Qingcheng was furious. It was obvious that her injuries were more serious than Dai Yunshan's.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't respond, but he didn't mean to refuse either.

"When you two have children, will one of you be named Zhu?" Zhu Qingcheng looked at Zhu Zhuqing with expectant eyes. This beautiful woman, who was originally very beautiful, in just ten seconds, her face was covered with tears.

Wrinkles and hair instantly turned white.

Life came to an end in the next moment, and she could not hear Zhu Zhuqing's answer.