293 That's it?
"Are you now calling yourself the winner?" Tang San just sneered, "Haven't you heard that true geniuses can fight above their level?"
"I have six ten thousand year spirit rings, and I also possess the world's number one weapon spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Fang Ling, you are too proud!"
Faced with Fang Ling's contempt, Tang San felt indignant.
You looked down on me before, and now you don't take me seriously, so all my practice has been in vain!
Even though it was his father and uncle who tried to kill Fang Ling this time, and Fang Ling was already in a situation where he was doomed to die, Tang San couldn't help but feel furious.
His rage grew stronger and stronger, and his murderous intent became more and more intense.
Faced with this icy breath, the two guards at the door could not bear it and fell to the ground trembling.
"Bang!"
The sound of weapons falling to the ground was particularly crisp.
Fang Ling used his own aura to destroy Tang San's aura, and said loudly:
"Generally speaking, a genius's cross-level battle only occurs between a genius and an ordinary person. That is, a genius can defeat someone with weaker talent but higher cultivation than himself."
"I have never heard of anyone being able to defeat someone with greater talent and cultivation."
"I am the world's number one genius, what are you?"
Tang San used the method of a fallen soul master to cultivate to level 68!
Fang Ling pretended not to know, and said, "You can cultivate to level 68 so quickly, and you have twin martial spirits, so your cultivation talent is not bad."
"But you can't even control your own murderous aura. How can you challenge me when you are so evasive and secretive?"
The impolite words made Tang San grit his teeth and his eyes tremble.
Damn Fang Ling!
How dare you humiliate me like this!
Seeing that Tang San was so angry, Fang Ling was overjoyed.
He knew that if he pricked Tang San's sore spots, with his pimples all over his body and disfigured face, he would definitely gain something.
This is really interesting.
Pretending to be serious, Fang Ling warned meticulously:
"The City of Slaughter affects people's will. This can be seen from the fact that you cannot control your murderous aura."
"Don't become a fallen soul master, or I will kill you regardless of the friendship of Notting Academy!"
Even the Eyes of Death could tell that the vitality in Tang San's body was mixed, and there were impurities in his soul power.
With Xuan Tian Gong and Eight Spider Lance being like this, he wouldn't have used the Eight Spider Lance to devour everyone in the City of Slaughter, right?
Fang Ling thought that this was most likely the truth, otherwise he would never have been able to cultivate so quickly!
Tang San's breathing became heavy, and he wished he could beat that bastard to death with a hammer right there and then.
But unexpectedly, he suddenly calmed down: "You said so much, are you afraid to accept the challenge?"
Fang Ling is about to die, I won't bother with him.
Have pity on him and let him be proud in the last moments of his life.
Fang Ling still responded calmly: "Have you chosen a location? I prefer outside the city."
"You choose the location, so you don't have to make excuses for your eventual failure."
A large fighting spirit arena is impossible.
If Tang Hao and his men wanted to take action, they would never fight in the city, otherwise they would be directly provoking the Tiandou Empire.
Although on the surface Tiandou is too weak, provocation is just provocation...
But Fang Ling took the initiative to consider them, seemingly insolently, and gave them the power to choose the battle location, which should have been theirs.
So what even if they are the two brothers called "Haotian Twin Stars"?
I can't kill you!
Fang Ling had not originally planned to attack the Haotian Sect. After all, there was no deep hatred between them.
But since the undead has come to our doorstep, we cannot miss it.
"What a proud and extraordinary genius! Let us lead the way." Tang Hao was extremely grateful that this first step was achieved so smoothly.
The two led the way in front, and Fang Ling followed behind.
Dugu Bo was also planning to go, but stopped after hearing Fang Ling's message.
"There is a Level 96 Titled Douluo lurking in secret. It could be Tang Xiao, the elder brother of Tang Hao, one of the former Haotian Twin Stars. There is no guarantee that there won't be someone else."
"For the safety of Yanyan and the others, please don't leave, teacher."
"What about you?" Dugu Bo hesitated.
"Teacher, you know, even if it is level ninety-nine, as long as it has nothing to do with God, it will just take a little effort at most." Fang Ling hinted at something.
But not everyone is Xue Di.
The Snow Queen is the ruler of the Far North, the incarnation of the ultimate ice-attributed spirit of heaven and earth. With the advantage of time, place and people, she can call upon the ice-attributed energy of heaven and earth on a large scale, and only then can she barely take on a magical skill.
Moreover, he himself is also eroded by the power of death.
Snow Queen is an ice spirit, but Tang Hao and the others are not.
Although the explosive power of a hundred thousand year soul ring is very strong, is it possible to rely on human flesh and blood to resist the power of death?
If you are dreaming, you can still think about it.
"Be ruthless and be careful." Dugu Bo's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent.
In a short while, it was restrained again.
"Don't worry, teacher." Fang Ling comforted him, and in the joy of Tang Hao and Tang San, he followed them and quickly left the city.
Tang Hao thought to himself: Without Dugu Bo, the troublemaker, let's see how Fang Ling, a little Soul Saint, can survive at my hands.
No matter how strong his fighting ability is, he is only a Soul Saint.
Can't we kill him with our big brother around?
At the same time, Tang San was already imagining killing Fang Ling, obtaining the broken limb and regenerating soul bone to restore his appearance, then practicing to become a Titled Douluo, and finally marrying Xiao Wu.
Fang Ling followed them.
In the spatial perception, the man who was over two meters tall, with a strong back and broad shoulders, and very tall and sturdy immediately followed.
Follow behind at a distance to ensure that you will not be discovered.
If it were someone else, they really wouldn't be able to notice it, but who made Fang Ling cheat?
They were all high-level soul masters with extremely fast speeds, and soon they arrived at a naturally formed open area.
The soil is thin and rocky underneath.
It is surrounded by mountains and lush trees, and the leaves rustle when the wind blows.
Full of natural and harmonious beauty.
It's also a good place to kill people.
Tang Hao said: "Just here."
"That's fine. Shall we start right away?" Fang Ling saw that they were very excited but still pretending to be excited. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
Without waiting for the two to reply, he arrogantly taunted them:
"Tang San, you are so secretive, what is there to be ashamed of?"
"Woman, take off that outfit and the mask and let's see."
Tang San sneered and stopped covering up. He took off the bronze ghost mask and his black robe, revealing his hairless head covered with pink keloids.
Only then did Fang Ling see what he looked like.
To use an appropriate word to describe it, what is Douluo Continent Deadpool?
Just like an evil spirit, it makes people feel sick when they see it.
Fang Ling was curious, would he dare to meet Xiao Wu in his current appearance?
"Tsk!" Even though he tried his best to hold it back, he still let out a light laugh.
He smiled and said:
"How did you become like this? You used to be a strong and sturdy man, but now you have become an ugly thing that everyone hates?"
The sarcastic words made Tang San's brows twitch wildly.
This bastard really knows how to seek death. There is nothing wrong in killing him this time!
And Fang Ling didn't stop talking: "What kind of suffering did you suffer in the City of Slaughter? Did you fall into the hot magma sea of blood on the road to hell?"
"Will that satisfy my curiosity?"
"There's no need for a dying person to know so much!" Tang San was furious and revealed his martial spirit. The six pitch-black spirit rings emitted a deep and dangerous black light.
He desperately wanted his father to kill Fang Ling, but the theory of inner demon was not false.
Not letting Dugu Bo follow him meant that Fang Ling was not on guard at all.
He hadn't realized at all that he had fallen into a dangerous situation where he was sure to die!
In this case, before killing him, I will make use of the waste first, as nourishment to improve my state of mind and relieve the grief and anger that has been suppressed for so many years.
"Let's fight!"
With an angry roar, Tang San strode towards Fang Ling like a flash of lightning.
A white halo spread out instantly, and the God of Killing Field was used right from the start.
The cold murderous intent that penetrated people's hearts even frightened the surrounding trees and grass.
Both of them have the Killing God Domain. Tang San does not expect this to weaken his opponent Ling. He only uses the domain to increase his own strength.
But unexpectedly, it was blocked by a gray light.
The thick deathly aura made the weeds on the ground wither instantly, and then turned into ashes. With the circulation of soul power and the blowing of wind, they drifted away like falling snowflakes.
"In addition to the Killing God Domain, there is actually a second domain?" Tang Hao, who was watching the battle on the side, had a serious look in his eyes and lamented Fang Ling's talent.
After coming out of the City of Slaughter, he had already acquiesced to Fang Ling's existence in the realm of the God of Killing.
It's a pity that such a genius will die in my hands soon!
Tang San didn't think so much. As he rushed forward like lightning, his spirit ring flashed.
The second soul skill is gravity suppression, the fourth soul skill is hammer of the sky, and the sixth soul skill is martial soul clone.
Bright red blood gushed out of his body, and in an instant his body became more muscular, his muscles knotted, and veins bulged.
The hideous face exuded a disturbing bloody aura, just like some forbidden bloodthirsty demon.
After using the fourth soul skill, the dark golden martial soul was covered with blood-colored magic patterns and expanded a lot. Under the effect of the sixth soul skill, it directly turned into two swords.
I have seen the first two in the Soul Master Competition, but this sixth soul skill is the first time I have seen it.
Soul clone is almost a top-notch skill for weapon spirits. It can release another identical weapon spirit for attack, and soul skills can still be used on it.
The attack power can be said to be doubled.
Tang San threw out the martial spirit of his clone.
He had already used gravity suppression and Clear Sky Flying Hammer to block Fang Ling's position, and was also ready to face Fang Ling's teleportation soul skill.
But something unexpected happened -
Fang Ling walked over so calmly, the sickle in his hand flashing with stars.
It seemed as if he didn't take Tang San seriously at all.
Not to mention teleportation, even the spirit ring is not activated.
It's just that the sickle blade is covered with a layer of combat light that is a fusion of mental power and soul power.
What was even more shocking was that he actually used his sickle to swat away the flying hammer as easily as slapping a mosquito.
Ignoring Tang San's gravity suppression, and the force of almost more than ten thousand pounds after being superimposed by layers of attributes.
Fang Ling went forward with the sickle, just like using a bamboo pole to lift a fragile branch.
"boom--!"
The huge crash was so deafening that the nearby hills seemed to be shaking.
Fang Ling stood still, blood gushed out of Tang San's mouth, and the scars on his body were shattered. He could not withstand such a strong force and was knocked away.
"How is this possible!" Tang Hao's eyes flashed with disbelief.
Even when facing this attack from his son Tang San, he had to be careful. He could not completely ignore it like Fang Ling!
How strong is he?
How long has it been since the Soul Master Competition!
It's only been three years. I thought Xiao San was powerful enough. How could Fang Ling be so powerful?
"That's it?" Fang Ling said softly.
The disdainful look made Tang San feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife.