Chapter 118 Yang Wudi kills the white dragon with one shot
Immediately afterwards, before Lin Xiao could speak.
The leader of the Fengjian Sect, who was below the stage, stepped on a long green sword, flew over it, and slowly came to the stage.
That graceful figure, like a sword immortal descending to earth, attracted many people's attention.
Even Lin Xiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This swordsman is so damn handsome.
Unfortunately, there is Sword Douluo Chenxin in front of him.
Feng Bailong, the leader of the Fengjian Sect, is still far from having the right aura.
"Wind Sword Sect! A level 88 Strong Attack Soul Douluo. I wonder which hall master of the Dragon Soul Sect is willing to come and fight?"
Feng Bailong stood on the magic sword, looking at Yang Wudi and Niu Gao who had not yet made a move with a cocky look on his face. His cold eyes seemed as if he was sure to win this battle.
Yang Wudi looked at the man who asked for a beating, and his heroic voice resounded throughout the venue.
"Then let me, the leader of Pojun Hall, come and meet you!"
"I want to see how powerful you, the leader of the Wind Sword Sect, are!"
Before he finished speaking, Yang Wudi kicked the ground with both legs.
The whole person jumped high like a cannonball, and then fell heavily on the ring.
"Bang!"
There was a dull sound, and the hard arena seemed to tremble.
At the same time, a dark soul-breaking spear appeared in his hand.
After absorbing the magical herb "Black Jade Bamboo", this martial soul became even more sharp and unstoppable, with an overwhelming murderous aura.
Just looking at the cold black jade light emitted from the tip of the gun would make one's eyes feel a sting.
Seeing this, Feng Bailong couldn't help but frown slightly and put away some of his contempt.
Yang Wudi held the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointing diagonally at the ground, and his whole body exuded an unparalleled fierce aura.
"Dragon Soul Sect! The leader of the Broken Army Hall, a level 85 pure attack-type Soul Douluo!"
He stared at Feng Bailong with burning eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Master Feng, my Yang Wudi's soul skills only have attack, no defense!"
"How about you just use your strongest spirit skill and we decide the outcome with one strike?"
Feng Bailong looked at Yang Wudi deeply, then nodded solemnly.
"Okay! Let's do as Hall Master Yang says!"
As the words fell, the seventh soul rings on the two suddenly lit up! The Soul-Breaking True Body and the Wind Sword True Body were quietly activated.
The two did not take action immediately.
Instead, they began to frantically mobilize their soul power, each increasing their own momentum, striving to unleash a power beyond their limits in the next attack.
The people below the ring held their breath again, nervously watching the upcoming climactic showdown.
Soon, the momentum of both of them reached its peak!
Feng Bailong spoke first, his voice like the sound of a sword, piercing through gold and splitting stone.
"Master Yang, pay attention!"
"Eighth Soul Skill—Wind and Thunder Sword Formation!"
After saying that, Feng Bailong put his two fingers together to hold the sword, then raised it above his head and pointed it at the sky!
In an instant, the situation changed drastically!
Countless sharp sword shadows appeared densely in the sky behind him!
Each sword shadow is several meters long and contains violent wind elements and destructive thunder elements!
The wind and thunder intertwined, making a dense "buzzing" sound, as if it was a thundercloud storm made up of swords.
On Yang Wudi's side, he was already on full alert and ready for battle.
The Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand trembled slightly, the tip of the spear pointed straight at the sky, and an unstoppable and domineering aura rose into the sky.
Feng Bailong swung his sword towards Yang Wudi!
"Buzz!"
In the sky, the dense sword shadows, as if guided, rushed towards Yang Wudi like an overwhelming force!
Every sword shadow flashes with the light of wind and thunder, and is incredibly powerful!
However, faced with such a terrifying attack, Yang Wudi did not dodge or evade, and did not even have the slightest intention of retreating.
He had a wild smile on his face and instead of retreating, he advanced!
He exerted force with his legs again, and his whole body was like an arrow shot from a bow, running rapidly towards Feng Bailong against the torrent of sword shadows!
at the same time.
The dark soul-breaking spear in his hand was danced by him like a black mad dragon!
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The gun shot out like a dragon, and each strike hit the incoming sword shadow with incredible precision.
The crisp sound of metal clashing was as dense as a sudden rain hitting banana leaves!
The sword shadows containing the power of wind and thunder were as fragile as glass under the sharpness of the Soul-Breaking Spear and shattered into pieces.
Even though the sword shadows were endless, they could not stop Yang Wudi's progress at all!
He was like a warship cutting through the waves, and he carved out a path in the storm of sword shadows, his figure getting closer and closer to Feng Bailong!
Feng Bailong, who was standing on the magic sword, no longer had the indifference on his face. His expression was now filled with inexplicable horror.
He had never imagined that his eighth soul skill, which he was so proud of and extremely powerful, would be shattered one by one by Yang Wudi in such a brutal and direct way!
Seeing that Yang Wudi's murderous figure was less than ten meters away from him, Feng Bailong's heart was filled with alarm!
"Fourth Soul Skill—Wind Returns to the Earth!"
"Sixth Soul Skill - Heart-Suppressing Formation!"
He didn't dare to hold back any longer, and his fourth and sixth soul rings lit up one after another!
In an instant, a green barrier composed of strong winds and a formation composed of thousands of wind swords appeared in front of him one after another.
These were his two strongest defensive spirit skills, and he only hoped to be able to withstand Yang Wudi's earth-shattering attack!
However, Yang Wudi, who had already rushed forward, looked at the two lines of defense with a sneer of disdain on his face.
"Hehe! Sect Master Feng, you've gone astray."
"The best defense is always an attack!"
"Watch carefully! My eighth soul skill - Destruction!"
The moment he finished speaking, Yang Wudi leaped up and arrived right in front of Feng Bailong who was floating above the magic sword!
He tightly grasped the Soul-Breaking Spear in both hands, and poured all the soul power concentrated in his body to the extreme into it without reservation!
Abandon all defenses, just for this ultimate attack!
On the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear, the black jade-like light was extremely dense, as if it could swallow up all light!
Then, he thrust forward with all his might, this spear that embodied his life's faith and strength!
"Puff!"
A slight tearing sound was heard, but it exploded in Feng Bailong's heart like thunder.
The green barrier formed by his proud fourth soul skill "Wind Returns to the Earth" was as fragile as thin paper in front of the black jade spear tip and was pierced through in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, the thousands of wind swords condensed by the sixth soul skill "Suxin Formation" were crushed to pieces by the devastating shot before they could exert their power!
The two lines of defense shattered almost at the same time, dissipating into light spots all over the sky.
The next moment.
The tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear, which was cold, sharp, and filled with endless murderous energy, was already firmly against Feng Bailong's throat.
The biting chill from the tip of the gun made Feng Bailong's hair stand on end and he dared not move.
He could even clearly feel that if the tip of the gun moved forward just a little bit more, it would easily pierce his throat.