Douluo: The God of Death comes to the world, staining the sky with blood

Chapter 42: Peak Douluo, so can’t help but fight?

"not bad!"

Seeing the destructive power caused by his casual blow, Lu Chen nodded with satisfaction.

If he faced Tang Hao again at this time, Lu Chen wouldn't even need to summon the martial spirit.

Just one wave of his bare hand is enough to make the opponent disappear into ashes.

This is the gap!

"Who is this person? Dare to trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the worship hall?"

Suddenly, a roar of anger suddenly sounded from the back mountain.

Immediately afterwards, an iron rod with complex lines suddenly shot toward Lu Chen.

Snapped!
  Lu Chen raised his arms, stretched out his hand lightly, and slapped it on the iron rod.

clang!
  There was a crisp sound, and the iron rod was like a stream of light, shooting backwards like lightning.

In the darkness, a figure with an upper body full of muscles came from a distance and immediately grabbed the iron rod.

rub rub!
  Under the effect of the counter-shock force, the figure instantly took more than ten steps back.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, it could be seen that this man's eyes were full of shock.

"Qianjun Douluo?"

Seeing this person's appearance, Lu Chen thought for a moment and figured out the identity of the person.

Enshrined in the Sixth Enshrinement Hall, a level 96 peak Douluo of the attack system, a martial soul coiling dragon stick, and the title "Qianjun"!
  "who are you?"

Hearing the other party's words revealing his identity, Qianjun Douluo's expression changed and he stared at Lu Chen unkindly.

In his mind, he couldn't find any information about this person at all.

After the transformation, Lu Chen not only became fairer and more handsome, but his temperament also changed drastically.

The original feeling of fear all over his body turned into an evil aura.

Therefore, Qianjun Douluo did not recognize his identity.

But one thing Qianjun Douluo was certain of was that the opponent must be a powerful person with a title of Douluo or above.

Although he didn't use much force in his attack just now.

But judging from the counter-shock force coming from the Panlong Stick, this person is definitely not a simple figure.

"hehe."

Lu Chen smiled faintly, and instead of answering Qianjun Douluo's words, he raised his fingers towards him.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this scene, Qianjun Douluo was immediately furious.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, nine soul rings instantly rose from under their feet.

Immediately, he kicked off the ground with one leg, and his body suddenly rose into the sky.

Whoosh!

He held the Coiling Dragon Stick tightly with both hands, and with a sound of breaking wind, he hit Lu Chen hard.

"So weak."

Lu Chen frowned, feeling a little disappointed.

After all, this Qianjun Douluo is also a peak level 96 Douluo. Why does he feel that his opponent's power is so weak?
  In the midst of the lightning and flint, the coiled dragon stick was only one meter away from Lu Chen's body.

However, he didn't even have the intention to dodge, he just stayed motionless, waiting for the attack to come.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the other party looked down upon him so much, Qianjun Douluo snorted coldly.

The strength in his hands could not help but increase a bit.

In this blow, he used 90% of his strength.

"Since you are seeking death yourself, you can't blame me!" Qianjun Douluo thought to himself.

However, in the next second, something happened that completely ruined his outlook.

Peng!
  The Panlong Stick hit Lu Chen firmly.

However, the bloody scene he expected did not appear.

On the contrary, Lu Chen, who had received a solid blow from the stick, still stood calmly as if nothing had happened.

In fact, he didn't even move his body.

Under Qianjun Douluo's horrified gaze, Lu Chen slowly raised his palm.

His movements seemed slow, but his speed was as fast as lightning.

Snapped!
  The white palm directly hit Qianjun Douluo's chest. Poof!
  With one palm strike, Qianjun Douluo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down.

"How can this be?"

Qianjun Douluo was lying on the ground, his face instantly filled with panic.

He has never seen such a terrifying opponent in his life.

With a single slap of the hand, you can hit yourself until you vomit blood.

The most important thing is that he didn't even have the ability to resist at all, and could only watch the opponent's attack fall on him.

What scares Qianjun Douluo the most is that he can't feel a trace of soul power fluctuations in the opponent's body!

What kind of monster is this?

"You can't help but beat me?"

Lu Chen looked at Qianjun Douluo on the ground speechlessly.

He didn't even use one-tenth of his strength in that palm strike just now.

As a peak Douluo, couldn't he even catch a casual palm from himself?
  "Who is so brave that he dares to come to the worship hall and act wild?"

While Lu Chen was thinking, an angry shout came from afar.

In just one breath, a figure instantly fell next to Qianjun Douluo.

"Brother, are you okay?"

He lifted Qianjun Douluo up from the ground and looked him up and down.

Seeing that the other party was not fatally injured, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Demon-Conquering Douluo?"

Lu Chen recognized the person at a glance.

It is said that the six and seven worshipers in the enshrinement hall are twin brothers.

The two have been partners for nearly a hundred years, and their tacit understanding of cooperation is perfect.

"This person's strength is unfathomable. Let's go together. Don't hold back." Qianjun Douluo, who had just taken a breath, said directly to Demon-Conquering Douluo without saying any nonsense.

"it is good!"

Having said that, Demon-Conquering Douluo also instantly summoned the spirit ring.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, nine soul rings, the same configuration as Qianjun Douluo.

boom!
  The two peak Douluo suddenly released their aura, each holding a coiling dragon stick, and their bodies suddenly rose into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Qianjun Douluo's eighth soul ring lit up, and Demon-Conquering Douluo's ninth soul ring lit up.

"The eighth soul skill: Evil Dragon Break!"

"The ninth soul skill: Sky Breaking Strike!"

Two shouts sounded at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, blocking all Lu Chen's escape routes.

"I'm just bored, so I'll practice with you guys!"

Lu Chen chuckled lightly, flapped his wings behind his back, and faced the two attacks directly.

There was a muffled sound, and two coiling dragon sticks, carrying the power of the mountain, hit Lu Chen's outstretched left arm directly.

However, before the two of them could be happy, Lu Chen's right hand turned into a fist and struck them instantly.

Peng Peng!

The bodies of Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Conquering Douluo flew out like meteors under this punch.

puff!
  After landing, the two of them spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"What a powerful force!"

Demon-Conquering Douluo's eyes were full of horror, and a cold air shot straight into the sky.

"Second brother, martial soul fusion skill!"

"it is good!"

At this moment, the two peak Douluo no longer dared to hold back and directly launched their strongest attacks.

I saw that they simultaneously threw the coiling dragon sticks in their hands into the air.

After a moment, the two coiling dragon sticks instantly merged into one.

Immediately afterwards, a huge iron rod about several hundred meters long and tens of meters wide suddenly floated into the sky.

Above the iron rod, a terrifying aura continued to emit, making the air explode.

The next second, the iron rod was like a pillar of strength, cutting through the space and flying straight towards Lu Chen.

(End of this chapter)