As snow fell heavily, Xue Linglong's figure gradually came into view. Winter clothing
She was like an elf born from the snow, her silvery-white hair dancing in the wind.
The snowflakes that carried a terrifying chill around her became incredibly docile, swirling and dancing joyfully around her.
Then, the snowflakes gathered in her palm and transformed into a slender, transparent snow sword that exuded a chilling aura.
This scene was elegant and beautiful.
Even Jiangmo and Qianjun, who had lived for over 120 years, couldn't help but show a look of amazement in their eyes at this moment.
They were experienced and often saw Pope Bibidon's stunning beauty.
But the woman before them, in terms of both temperament and appearance, seemed to surpass even His Holiness the Pope!
That kind of aloof and noble air, so deep it seeps into the very bones, makes one dare not harbor the slightest thought of disrespect.
However, Qianjun Douluo quickly suppressed his amazement, frowned, and asked warily. Character Model
"You're the owner of this dueling arena?"
Xue Linglong glanced at them with her emotionless eyes, then spoke softly, her voice cold and clear.
"Anyone who causes trouble in the dueling arena will be executed."
That same phrase again!
The audience below, who had been watching with bated breath, became excited upon hearing these familiar lines.
This is the taste!
Not long ago, that Contra Douluo said the same thing, and now it's the turn of two Title Douluos!
Upon hearing this, the Demon-Slaying Douluo in the air showed a flash of anger on his face, but quickly put on an arrogant and superior attitude.
He snorted coldly and pointed at Xue Linglong with the dragon-patterned staff in his hand: "Little girl, you've got quite the nerve."
"I appreciate your hard-earned cultivation. As long as you hand over the three women on the list and submit to my Spirit Hall."
"I can recommend you to be one of the honored ones!"
"When my Spirit Hall dominates the entire continent in the future, your little dueling arena will also rise in status!"
But the next moment, Xue Linglong exuded an extremely cold aura, which suddenly shocked the two brothers and stirred up a storm! Winter clothing
This aura allowed them to clearly sense the formidable strength emanating from the woman before them.
They even seemed to have a slight advantage over them.
How is this possible? When did such a person emerge on the mainland, and they were completely unaware of it?
Despite the Demon-Slaying Douluo's words, Xue Linglong's cold expression remained unchanged.
Her answer was simple.
"Buzz—!"
In an instant, a bright sword light pierced through the void, so fast that even space itself seemed to freeze. Character Model
"not good!"
Jiangmo and Qianjun's expressions changed drastically. Without thinking, they instinctively raised their Panlong Staffs to defend themselves.
"Clang! Clang!"
Two extremely crisp popping sounds rang out in the air.
The terrifying recoil force traveled along the Panlong Staff, making the two men's hands go numb.
The two of them lost control of their bodies and took three steps back in mid-air before barely managing to regain their balance.
The Martial Soul Coiled Dragon Staff in his hand trembled uncontrollably, emitting a mournful cry.
"this...!"
At this moment, the shock on their faces could no longer be concealed.
Just one strike!
A casual strike actually forced back two level 96 Title Douluos?!
They had only ever experienced this terrifying sense of oppression from one person.
That's Qian Daoliu, the peerless Douluo of level 99!
However, they were not given much time to think.
Xue Linglong stepped into the void, her figure dancing like a snowflake, her slender sword transforming into a sword shadow as she attacked once more. Winter clothing
"Seventh Brother! Go all out!"
Qianjun Douluo roared, no longer daring to hold back in the slightest.
The two brothers worked in perfect harmony, their bodies intertwined, one on the left and one on the right, one above and one below, their dragon-shaped staffs shining brightly.
"Third Soul Skill: Coiling Dragon Tremor!"
The third spirit rings on the two of them lit up, and the two-meter-long Panlong Staffs instantly expanded several times, transforming into two towering pillars.
On the staff, there were even faint dragon shadows gathering and coiling, emitting a deep and terrifying roar. Character Model
"roar--!"
The dragon's roar was deafening, carrying a powerful mental impact, attempting to disrupt Xue Linglong's mind.
"boom!"
The two brothers swung their giant clubs together, and two fierce and domineering club shadows crashed down with overwhelming force.
This terrifying blow directly shattered the surrounding snowflakes and even stirred up sand and stones on the ground.
The audience below stared in disbelief, many with their mouths agape.
This is a true showdown between the best!
They might only witness a battle between Title Douluos once in their lifetime!
Faced with this devastating blow.
Xue Linglong did not take the hit head-on. Instead, she lightly touched the air with her toes and gracefully flew backward.
Like a light snowflake, it avoided the violent wind.
After landing steadily, she raised her head, a hint of seriousness appearing in her indifferent eyes.
But that's all.
The next second.
Xue Linglong's aura suddenly erupted. Winter clothing
Nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.
Two yellow, one purple, three black—when Qianjun and Jiangmo saw the first six soul rings, they thought it was normal.
But then, three extremely alluring red lights, filled with a bloody and terrifying aura, appeared.
The two, who were about to press their advantage, suddenly froze.
"Wh...what?!"
Three 100,000-year soul rings!
The two men looked as if they had seen a ghost; fear instantly overshadowed their fighting spirit.
My heart sank to the bottom.
This is bad!
This is extremely bad!
As worshippers, they knew all too well what a 100,000-year soul ring meant.
That's not just a symbol of strength; more importantly, each red spirit ring possesses two terrifying spirit skills!
Before they could even recover from their shock...
The eighth red soul ring on Xue Linglong's body suddenly lit up.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Snow Dance Funeral".
With the swing of the rapier in her hand.
The snowflakes that had been scattered reappeared, and were even denser and more violent than before.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, painting a magnificent snowscape that was breathtaking and mesmerizing.
But Qianjun and Jiangmo, the two brothers who were in the middle of it, felt their scalps tingle.
How can one have the mind to appreciate beautiful scenery?
In their perception, each exquisite snowflake transformed into a sharp sword carrying a chilling aura! Winter clothing
"Quick! Defend!"
Ninth Soul Skill: Panlong Town
The two let out a shrill roar, using all their strength to unleash their strongest moves.
The enormous coiled dragon staff seemed to transform into a dragon, spinning rapidly and forming an impenetrable wall of copper and iron in front of the two.
However.
The snow swords, like a blizzard, descended with overwhelming force.
"boom--!!!"
After a loud bang.
The defense constructed by the Panlong Staff gradually crumbled and fell apart.
The endless snowflakes completely engulfed the two figures like a torrent.
Right now.
The entire dueling arena fell into complete silence.
Even the sound of a pin dropping on the ground can be clearly heard.
All spectators, including the competitors watching from inside the arena who were perched on the walls.
They stared wide-eyed, their chins agape, remaining motionless as they gazed at the scene in the air.
The snowflakes and sword energy slowly dissipated.
Two figures were revealed.
Both Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo maintained their defensive stances, holding the Panlong Staff. Character Model
At the same time, a total of eighteen spirit rings were still surrounding them.
But at this moment.
Both the spirit ring and the two of them were covered with a thick layer of white frost.
Their faces still held the expression of extreme terror and despair from that moment.
Lifelike, yet lifeless.
They remained suspended motionless in mid-air, becoming two ice sculptures radiating coldness.
Xue Linglong twirled her slender sword in a beautiful flourish. Winter clothing
Then it turned into snowflakes and dissipated into the air.
She didn't even glance at the two ice sculptures again, turning away aloofly and walking towards the dark interior of the dueling arena.
"Da, da, da."
The crisp sound of footsteps rang out again, gradually fading into the distance.
As she left, the snowflakes gradually dissipated.
But the two Title Douluo ice sculptures standing on the arena were forever frozen in that moment.
But at this moment.
Several powerful auras were still heading towards Tiandou City.
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