Chapter 102 The world's number one weapon spirit, the King's Sword!
"Such attack power is worthy of the head of the Wangquan family." Yue Guan clenched his teeth, and the fifth soul ring on his body also lit up, "Fifth soul skill, the gathering of cold heroes!"
With Yue Guan's manipulation, the petals that were previously suspended in the air condensed frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two sharp blades formed flew towards Wang Quan Wumu without hesitation.
Wang Quan Wumu glanced at the petals of the flying chrysanthemum, and then his body retreated backwards. At this moment, the ten thousand year soul ring on his body also lit up.
"Sixth soul skill, King Sword Soul."
Wang Quan Wu Mu was suspended in the air, staring calmly at the Qirong Tongtianju martial spirit that was close at hand, then he raised his right hand high above his head, and countless phantoms of Wang Quan swords appeared out of thin air around Wang Quan Wu Mu's body.
When Wang Quan Wu Mu swung the Wang Quan Sword in his hand, countless Wang Quan Sword phantoms rushed towards Ju Douluo's fifth soul skill with an overwhelming force.
The collision between the two produced dazzling sparks, and the powerful force attracted the attention of many powerful men in the academy.
Nine soul rings...Title Douluo!
The Han Ying Gathering is originally a broadsword made of plants, and it has no qualifications to be compared with a real sword.
With a simple attack, the gathering of Han Ying in Juhua Pass exploded instantly, and he himself flew backwards under this fierce attack, hitting the wall hard and throwing up a cloud of dust.
Wang Quan Wumu stepped on the martial soul and looked calmly at the position of Yueguan.
Ju Douluo wiped the dust off his face, raised his head and looked at Wang Quan Wu Mu, who was as dazzling as the scorching sun, and said with a sly smile: "Okay, I didn't expect you to have reached this level at such a young age. It's really incredible."
"you flatter me."
Wang Quan Wu Mu said calmly: "The broadsword formed by plants is like this. Compared with a real sword, the gap between the two is still quite large."
Ju Douluo looked at the Qirong Tongtianju martial soul in his hand, and understood that even if his martial soul was of the best quality, it was still too far away from a real sword.
However, Ju Douluo was also a man who refused to admit defeat. He raised his head and looked at Wang Quan Wu Mu in front of him, and said softly, "In that case, let me see your true strength."
"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"
With the release of the seventh soul power, the energy in Ju Douluo's body instantly rioted, and countless golden lights were released from his body. Not only that, countless strange mushrooms surged wildly, causing the air here to become distorted.
Wang Quan Wumu lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the soul ring that symbolized strength and power also lit up instantly at this moment.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
"This……"
Seeing the spirit ring configuration floating on Wang Quan Wu Mu's body, Ju Douluo immediately broke into tears and said, "A Titled Douluo with six ten-thousand-year spirit rings and three hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, this... this... how is it possible?!"
Wang Quan Wu Mu nodded and smiled, "Nothing is impossible."
"Seventh soul skill, the king's true body!"
The moment Wang Quan Wu Mu released his true body, the sky, which was originally covered with rolling thunderclouds, suddenly became extremely clear.
Even those strong men who were still fighting stopped what they were doing, looked up in disbelief, with a look of shock in their eyes.
This is a terrifying energy.
What exactly happened ahead?
The sword of kingship fell vertically, and the huge sword covered the sky and the sun, about a thousand feet long. Even if you just stand here, you will feel the soul power in your body throbbing, and even your own martial soul is fighting frantically. Any martial soul will be completely suppressed in front of the sword of kingship, and will not even have the ability to resist. The same is true for those martial soul hall soul masters who rushed up.
The moment they touched the sword light, their bodies instantly turned into a wisp of silver-white smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The golden light spread out in all directions as if destroying the sky, and the stone walls on both sides trembled wildly.
Ju Douluo frowned slightly, and he understood that if he did not use his true strength today, he might not be able to complete the mission goal, and he might even be defeated by Wang Quan Wumu.
If this matter gets out, how can I gain a foothold in the Spirit Hall in the future?
Thinking of this, Ju Douluo's eyes gradually became firm. He exhaled deeply, and at the same time, the ninth soul ring on his body lit up.
"The ninth soul skill, the chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, the flowers fall and the heart is broken!"
The Qirong Tongtianju martial spirit was trembling wildly at the cost of Ju Douluo's disregard for his soul power. At this moment, Ju Douluo had decided to use his strongest soul skill to defeat Wang Quan Wumu.
Even if the final outcome is a loss for both sides, he does not want to be defeated by a teenager. This would not only be a slap in his face, but also a slap in the face of the entire Spirit Hall and even His Holiness the Pope.
Wang Quan Wumu didn't care too much. He just pointed his finger at the sky, and the incomparable sword light instantly enveloped the entire valley. With a majestic demeanor, he looked like a god descending, and his body slowly rose.
"This amazing deterrent force, is this the god-level martial spirit... the King's Sword?"
Wang Quan Wumu waved his right hand very naturally, and suddenly, accompanied by earth-shaking energy, Ju Douluo in front of him retreated almost instantly and hit the stone wall immediately.
The entire stone wall began to collapse instantly.
Perhaps even he himself did not expect that in front of the King's Sword, his Qirong Tongtianju martial soul would be so fragile.
However, just as he was about to take action again, a ghost figure came rushing over from a distance, and the air wave it brought up blocked Wang Quan Wumu's vision.
"Only a ghost but no soul ring, here comes another one."
Wang Quan Wumu frowned and stared at the man in the black robe, his eyes full of gloom.
"Old ghost~"
Yue Guan crawled out from the ruins and looked at the gathering black figures. He couldn't hold back the restlessness at the moment and said hurriedly.
That's right, the person who came was none other than Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, one of the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace.
The ghost rushed towards Wang Quan Wumu's position. Just as he was about to get close, a azure Seven Killing Sword instantly blocked his way.
Immediately, Jiandao Chenxin, wearing a blue robe, came riding on a sword. He stared at the people in front of him with an expressionless face, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face.
The ghost slowly emerged from the black smoke, his hands folded across his chest, and a hoarse voice rang out: "Juhuaguan, this time we are here to solve the mission target, why are you here to compete with Wang Quan Wumu?"
Juhuaguan patted the dust off his body, used his legs to jump onto Guimei, and then pointed his finger at Jiandao Chenxin and said angrily: "Chenxin, do you also want to get involved in this mess?"
(End of this chapter)