It’s a Showdown, I’m Really a Titled Douluo

Mo Zihong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, quickly played the magic musical instrument, and knocked back the charging evil soul masters with one blow. He said weakly, "Ahem... is it still too reluctant?"

Nangong Yi gritted his teeth and said, "There are too many evil soul masters, and we won't be able to hold on for long!"

Jiang Zhanheng clenched his fists, "Damn it...even if you die, you still have to send the information back. All of this is a trick of the Holy Spirit Sect!"

The only ones who are still alive today are the three gods of war and several legion members. As for the others, they have obviously turned into mummies and mutilated bodies on the ground!

The whole scene was extremely bloody...

The leader of the evil soul master glanced coldly at them who were at the end of their fight, "Haha... I have already reminded you why you have to ask for trouble. Being able to invite you to join the Holy Spirit Cult is already the greatest honor in your life!"

"However, you obviously did not seize the opportunity!"

The other evil soul masters also echoed, "Yes! If this was not what the leader requested, you would have died long ago!"

"The mantis arm is just a chariot, just kill it directly. If it can absorb the blood essence and soul of Super Douluo, its strength will definitely be greatly improved!"

"My soul power level has been raised several levels by killing these legion members from the Temple of War. This feels really great!"

Jiang Zhanheng took a deep breath, his eyes already showing the intention to die, "Now that things have happened, there is no other way. I will break these restrictions. You must escape and send the information back to the Temple of War!"

Mo Zihong vetoed decisively, "No, how could we abandon our companions!"

Nangong Yi also frowned and said, "If we want to live together, we will die together!"

Jiang Zhanheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled miserably and said, "It's worth it to be able to hear these words, but it's not time for you to die yet, so please!"

The next second, the seventh soul ring under his feet lit up...

The seventh soul skill, the true form of the martial soul!

In an instant, he suddenly threw the Lei Yan gun emitting cold light into the air...

Visible to the naked eye, the size of this Lei Yan gun began to skyrocket, and it transformed into hundreds of meters! Covering half of the sky, a terrifying aura instantly filled the air...

But it's not over yet,

The ninth soul ring under his feet lit up...

The ninth soul skill, the spear is shocking!

The whole person jumped suddenly and merged with the hundreds of meters long spear, making a sound that was about to tear the sky apart...

It bombarded straight towards the restriction in the sky. When the two collided, violent sparks immediately burst out, causing the violent wind in the entire space to begin to rage...

Soon, an evil soul master discovered something was wrong, "No, this guy wants to attack the restriction, stop him quickly!"

However, it's too late!

"This is a mere restriction, break it for me!!"

As Jiang Zhanheng's roar resounded through the sky, the entire restriction was successfully defeated by the spear, exploding like broken glass...

Looking at this scene, Nangong Yi shouted loudly, "Jiang Zhanheng!!"

After using the martial soul avatar and the ninth soul skill, oneself will become extremely weak, as if the former has no hope of surviving at all!

The purpose is to fight for a chance of survival for the two of them!

Mo Zihong held back, "Stop talking nonsense and let's go! We can't let the opportunity he fought so hard for go to waste!!"

After hearing this, Nangong Yi took a deep look at Jiang Zhanheng who was gradually falling from the sky...

Immediately, with a cruel heart, he left with the former as quickly as possible...

Without the restriction, if the two of them want to escape, no one can stop them!

Seeing the two of them fleeing, the evil soul master who led him knew that he could not stop him, and his face became terrifyingly gloomy...

"You actually let them escape!! Damn it!"

After saying that, the whole person instantly appeared in front of Jiang Zhanheng who fell on the ground...

He said in a gloomy tone, "You... ruined our Holy Spirit Church's plan, have you figured out how to die?"

Jiang Zhanheng spit out a mouthful of blood, exhausted all his strength, and said disdainfully, "Haha...hehe, the evil soul master...isn't good..."

Before he could finish speaking, the evil soul master concentrated his soul power on his legs and stepped hard on his head...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The deafening sound of collision continues to rise and fall...

It wasn't until Jiang Zhanheng's breath disappeared that he stopped moving...

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think death is enough? I want to refine your soul or body into my puppet!"

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The two people who had escaped for some distance temporarily slowed down their movement speed...

Nangong Yi said in a deep voice, "Jiang Zhanheng...should have...sacrificed."

Mo Zihong, who didn't know how to comfort him, could only calmly say, "Well, I can't feel his breath anymore!"

Nangong Yi suddenly smiled, "Really... I didn't expect that he, who has always been tough-tongued, did not disgrace our War Temple in the end!"

Seeing this appearance, Mo Zihong said solemnly, "Nangong Yi, are you okay?"

Nangong Yi forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. Contact the palace master first. The situation must be reported! Otherwise, the consequences will be serious!"

But just when Mo Zihong took out the communicator, there was suddenly a strange applause, "Pah, pah, pah!"

In an instant, both Mo Zihong and Nangong Yi shrank their pupils and quickly looked around...

I don’t know since when, there has been a figure wearing a black robe and a mask around them...

Nangong Yi swallowed his throat, "When! We didn't find out!"

A few drops of cold sweat flowed from Mo Zihong's forehead, "The situation... is a bit troublesome."

Even their senses can't detect each other. Obviously, the strength of the two is not on the same level! !

The man in black robe stopped applauding and said in a hoarse tone, "You can actually escape from being rounded up by so many evil soul masters, but... I prefer to eradicate the roots!"

After he finished speaking, nine soul rings suddenly floated under his feet...

Several dazzling red soul rings gave the surrounding area an aura of despair...

Especially the ghost king behind him who seems to be able to swallow everything and is mixed with overwhelming malice, makes people tremble...

Nangong Yi stared at the former's martial spirit, "You are... the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Sect!"

Mo Zihong smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect would actually take action himself... It seems that our fate is in danger!"

I thought that with Jiang Zhanheng's delay, the information could be sent back to the Temple of War...

But now they met the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, a ninety-ninth-level Extreme Douluo. Even if their soul power was exhausted, even if they could survive for five minutes, it would be their limit!

The Ghost Emperor's eyes showed strong murderous intent, "It seems that you have all recognized my identity... Then, prepare to die!"

A huge evil aura kept roaring out of his body, sweeping towards everything around him...

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