Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 169 Admiration and Aftermath

"Sea of ​​fire and flood! Which descendant of this family made such a decision! What courage! There is a successor!" Chen Zixiu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sea of ​​fire spreading in the distance and the huge waves at his feet. I couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, he also frowned. So many large-scale soul skills just now had affected the injuries in his body. The Rakshasa power was about to be activated again, and there were signs of starting a riot again.

The fire that burned Bifeng Mountain just now undoubtedly plunged the wolf bandits outside the village in the southeast into chaos.

Right under their noses, the outside of Bifeng Mountain burned to a white ground. The heat wave of the sea of ​​fire and the smell of the scorched wolves and thieves came straight towards them. It was like the God of Death waving to them.

Darcy Rahman Khan, the wolf bandit lord who was always known for his calmness, was furious at this moment and broke through his defenses.

Its face was distorted and its expression was solemn, because its plan had failed, and what was even more unacceptable to it was that the main force attacking Bifeng Mountain this time came from his tribe.

This loss was huge for it. Not only did it lose two to three thousand elite men, but a leader-level wolf bandit also perished in the sea of ​​fire.

At that time, Ma Suyun was targeting the place where the wolf thieves were most concentrated, and the leader-level wolf thieves happened to be nearby, which meant that he was in the core area of ​​the sea of ​​​​fire. Naturally, he could not escape the sea of ​​​​fire.

The leader-level wolf thief is already in an absolutely high-level position in his tribe.

The strength and influence of this leader-level wolf thief are irreplaceable, and his death is a huge blow to the entire tribe.

Although there are nearly ten thousand wolf thieves in the Darsi Rahman Khan tribe, there are only four leader-level wolf thieves. This cannot be cultivated casually.

This leader is its powerful arm. It can be seen from the fact that it led a partial division to attack Bifeng Mountain this time. It can even attack a small city-level human city. It is enough for it to lead the team.

When the flood waves hit the sword peak, Chen Zixiu's sword peak began to shake, but he did not retreat, but stood more firmly on the top of the mountain. His eyes flashed with determination, as if telling everyone that he would not give up easily.

The wolf thieves turned around and ran away. They were so insignificant in front of the power of nature. A small number of wolf thieves who crossed the mountain col were even buried in the huge waves.

Most of the wolf thieves who were still climbing and attacking were unable to stand firmly, let alone attack. Many of them fell into the mountain stream and were bruised and bruised, or even died. This also gave Chen Zixiu a chance to breathe.

The force of the impact was more than a million kilograms. The sword peak built by Chen Zixiu was able to withstand it without falling. It was as strong as ever, which shows his power.

His soul skill back then was shattered by the Crimson Church, and he hated that his defensive soul skill was not strong enough.

Furthermore, in the past fifty years, only through in-depth study of the structure, composition, etc. of his eighth soul skill, coupled with the refinement of the Seven Killing Sword martial arts, can he create such a miracle in the world. This is what Chen Zixiu has worked hard for for fifty years. One of the results of practice.

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"Who is in command in the village?!" Chen Cong's mind quickly flashed through the faces in the village.

Xiao Wu? It's okay to let him lead the team, but he definitely can't come up with such a plan!
  Could it be Shaoping? No, maybe she has made this decision, but she would not have such a big picture view and resort to such a tactic. Moreover, just now Lingyun said that she was leading a team to stop the Southeast Gate wolf bandits. At this time, in the battle, there was no time to think.

Who else could it be?

Suddenly, an idea flashed across his face, the little brat Chen Xiaojun.

No, it's impossible. He is only six years old. How could he have such a character and be so determined?

Moreover, he has never been on the battlefield, and no one has taught him these war strategies. This strategy definitely requires rich war experience and large-scale operation capabilities to come up with. He must be thinking too much.

He asked himself that as the number one commanding talent in the village, it would be impossible for him to come up with a serial extermination plan such as using fire, sea and flood in a short period of time.

But before he had time to think about it, Alexey Astana, the most powerful lord, finally came into view.

Alexei Astana's appearance is impressive. He has the characteristics of half wolf and half human. He is tall and slender, with smooth and powerful muscle lines. He seems to hide endless majesty and power, blending wildness and humanity. , unique and mysterious.

The dark blue hair is smooth and smooth, shining with a cold light, extending from the top of the head to the waist, like an exquisite cloak, showing not only its wild charm, but also its unchallenged authority. He is vigorous and powerful in his movements. Every movement is as graceful and powerful as a cheetah. His steps are steady, and he seems to feel the trembling of the earth every time he steps down.

Master! At least it's a high-level Contra!
  If converted to a human Soul Master level, it would be at least level 87 or above, which cannot be ruled out as being equivalent to a level 89 Peak Soul Douluo.

Chen Cong's face suddenly became solemn, "Astana, can you finally sit still?"

In fact, when Mohamed Vazquez blew the assembly whistle to summon Günter Stryker, it also heard it and immediately increased its attack intensity.

How could he not hear the loud noise of Chen Zixiu's ninth and eighth soul skills? Especially the eighth soul skill, with such a towering sword peak standing there, for a great master like him, it was like The pearl in the dark night is clearly visible.

Later, it threw all its three leader-level wolf thieves into battle, but was blocked by the three soul saints Zhao Lin, Zhao Derong, and Ding Hui (Ding Dang's brother).

You know, there are only six leader-level wolf thieves under it. Except for the one who stayed in the lair and the leader-level leader who presided over the battle in Xiangxue Mountain, one of them sneaked into the village (was killed by Chen Wu), and the rest are all here.

In other words, it has invested almost all its power.

As the largest tribe of Gale Wolf Bandits in the central part of the Sierra Mountains, it brought 13,000 wolf bandits this time, entering around 4,000 early. After the previous battles and floods, losses were almost certain. Almost exhausted.

At least 4,000 people died in the North Gate battle, which means 8,000 people died in the battle. Its tribe's loss ratio has reached 60% to 70%.

In this case, it had no choice but to take action, otherwise it would never be able to lead the tribe again.

"Chen Family Contra, you have angered me." Astana walked out of the darkness, his eyes flashing with cold light. Although his voice was calm, it was full of majesty and domineering
  He stopped and took a deep breath, as if the fishy wind in the air was inhaled by him.

Its gaze swept across the Chen family and others, and finally rested on Chen Cong. A trace of vigilance and fear flashed in its eyes, but it was quickly hidden by him.

"I will not forgive you for killing so many of my tribe. Today, I will make you pay the price." Astana's voice echoed in the silent night sky, full of threats and domineering.

Then it mocked coldly: "And haven't you been waiting for me?"

Everyone felt the powerful aura on it, and their hearts became heavy.

This wolf thief lord is not joking, he has enough strength and confidence to carry out his threat.

Chen Cong also felt the coercion on Astana. He stood there calmly, with a flash of light, but he was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his heart.

The most important thing now is to stay calm and not be overwhelmed by Astana's momentum.

Chen Cong said coldly to Astana: "Astana, you may have forgotten your identity. You are a wolf thief and our enemy. His enemy is our hero! Today, you must He will be buried here!”

Astana wore a cloak made of dark cyan hair. The cloak was inlaid with several wolf fangs, shining with a cold light. It held a spear in its hand. The spear was also inlaid with wolf fangs, and the tip of the spear shone with cold light.

It stopped and took a deep breath, as if feeling the surrounding atmosphere.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes shining with expectation.

"The moment has finally come," it whispered to itself.

Chen Cong looked at Astana and couldn't help but feel a pressure in his heart. This powerful wolf thief lord was ready to take action.

At this time, Astana suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, the sound shook the valley. His spear instantly turned into a blue light and attacked Chen Cong fiercely.

(End of this chapter)