Douluo Dalu 3: Legend of the Dragon King Chapter 85: White-clothed Blue Sword , Sky Ice Snow Cold
Guang Biao stared blankly at Wu Zhangkong. Since Soul Beast is on the verge of extinction, few Ten-thousand Years Soul Ring appear. Even if it's Spirit Transferring Pagoda, isn't it extremely difficulties if you want fabrication Ten-thousand Years Soul Spirit?
But why? Why does Ten-thousand Years Soul Ring appear on him? Who is he? Being able to get Ten-thousand Years Soul Ring is by no means what natural talent can do for a long time. It is very clear what kind of forces Guang Biao need behind this. He was more impulsive at character, facing a Six Rings Soul Emperor with two Ten-thousand Years Soul Ring and cultivation no less than oneself, he was no longer sure.
Wu Zhangkong didn't look at him at all, but looked down at the long sword in oneself's hand.
Sky Frost sword, his Martial Soul. It hasn't been shown for a long time. He has been condensing Martial Soul with Spiritual Power for a long time, and when he saw his old friend again, his eyes were a little faint. At this moment, ice-cold is no longer like Lover looking at oneself, gentle like water.
"Roar!" Guang Biao roared loudly at the sky. At this time he couldn't care much. In front of many men, if he was so timid, how could he lead them again? So, no matter what, this battle is inevitable.
The First Soul Ring lights up, and the whole body of the scaled armor shoots out ray of light and Armor-Plated Dragon of iron ash-grey instantly!
Guang Biao The left foot suddenly slumped, like a hurricane, and went straight to Wu Zhangkong and swept away.
At his level, speed, strength, have already been extremely terrifying.
On the huge Fist, the dragon scales is completely erected. It is hit by such a Fist directly. It will never be much better than Ling Chi.
Wu Zhangkong is still watching the Sky Frost sword of oneself, standing still without moving. Like hurricane Armor-Plated Dragon boxing, thick and heavy, Guang Biao of enormous, it seems that this moment can not affect his mood.
"Teacher(s), watch out!" Tang Wulin yelled from a distance.
At this moment, Wu Zhangkong moved, turning his right wrist and turning on the Sky Frost sword, Six Soul Rings even converged, the tip of the sword was light, just on the Fist like a mountain.
"dīng dīng dīng dīng Ding ..." A series of crisp beeps sounded.
When the first sounded, the Guang Biao like violent dragon stopped, and with each crisp sound, a scales on his Fist was picked up, and his majestic body would follow retreat.
He wants to resist, and wants to release stronger Soul Power, but when the Sky Frost sword touches the first of his Fist, all the ice-cold extreme sword qi have penetrated into his Fist, like a sharp needle Sticking bloodline into his body, he had to All-Out to raise Soul Power to deal with, where else can release Soul Skill!
Seven crisp sounds, retreat seven steps, but Wu Zhangkong seems to be just a sword.
light blue's ray of light rose from his body, and in the short moment of the collision, the momentum of Wu Zhangkong had surprisingly condensed.
His ink-green eyes suddenly turned into purple, light purple ray of light bloomed from the eye pupil, and Sky Frost pierced the sword.
This is a simple action that cannot be simpler. From start to finish, the eyes of Wu Zhangkong are only on his Sky Frost sword.
However, when he was stabbed out, Guang Biao only felt that something was ignited in the body of oneself. The sharp and extremely cold sword qi burst at the same time. Not only that, he only felt that oneself's spiritual It seems to be slow, blood seems to be frozen. And the powerful Martial Soul that oneself is famous for, can't even have any protection for oneself at this moment. It's like that Armor-Plated Dragon has completely abandoned oneself.
The purple giant snake Soul Spirit beside Guang Biao finally moved. The huge body suddenly swelled. A block of silver scales was drilled on the body of purple. The huge tail was drawn directly from the side to Wu Zhangkong. The enemy must be saved!
To everyone's shock, Wu Zhangkong didn't dodge, yes, he didn't even have a little bit of dodge. azure-color's ray of light rose up, his eyes was still purple glittering, which was left to Thousand Years Soul Spirit. One hit on the oneself.
"Oh!" The light blue sound, the moment of being drawn, the blue on Wu Zhangkong clearly became stronger. At that moment, everyone felt that oneself seemed to be in front of the eyes, and Wu Zhangkong itself seemed to become A sword, exactly the same as the Sky Frost sword in his hand.
The tail of purple giant snake Soul Spirit is drawn on that sword edge.
Purple light passes, the fracture is smooth and flat, Soul Spirit screams, and the luster on the body is dimmed instantly. And at this moment, the Sky Frost sword has also arrived in front of Guang Biao.
Guang Biao teeth clenched. At this time, he could not even mobilize strength of Martial Soul. The opponent's extreme cold sword qi sealed his connection with the sword of Martial Soul, which slowed his thinking. What he can do is only Lift your palms and urge all Soul Power who can move to block in front.
"Oh!" Blu-ray stopped.
Standed out in front of the tip of Guang Biao's nose, but the cold of ice-cold seemed to be a sword net, which sealed him all. His a pair of palm was completely pierced and instantly became The same light blue as the Sky Frost sword.
"You, your eyes ..., you came from that place ..." Guang Biao said blankly, his sounds|voices was obviously not shaken by the Control, and he didn't know whether it was too cold or fearful.
Wu Zhangkong said faintly: "I was kicked out of that place because of my bad temper. So don't let me see you again."
The blue light converges. As if there are countless blue air streams condensing towards the body of Wu Zhangkong between Heaven and Earth, Sky Frost disappears into a stream of light and disappears. He has turned around and walked towards Eastsea Academy.
Only the innumerable icy air flow, including the part that penetrated into Guang Biao, followed him.
White-clothed Blue Sword, Sky Ice Snow Cold, Wu Zhangkong!