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His knuckles turned pale, and his teeth clattered as if they were about to break.
"If I don't take action, I won't be able to report to my superiors when I return."
"I don't believe that a mere second-ring great spirit master has any heaven-defying means."
"Humph, maybe it was just Ghost Shadow Douluo's carelessness that allowed this kid to get the upper hand by chance."
"I think he's just lucky!"
Xingchen Douluo's eyes were as heavy as water, and every ray of light seemed to carry a thousand-pound weight. He said slowly:
"Don't underestimate the enemy. To be able to have such extraordinary abilities under such circumstances, this person is definitely not an ordinary person."
"We need to act with caution, observe carefully, and patiently look for his flaws. We must not act impulsively and blindly."
Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly, and the sound was like the cold wind in winter, cold and full of disdain:
"No matter what tricks he has, if we work together, are we still afraid that we can't subdue him?"
"Even if he has three heads and six arms, he is only a second-ring great spirit master!"
Xingchen Douluo shook his head, his face full of worry and caution: "Don't be impulsive, it's better to be safe than sorry. The battle situation is changing rapidly, if there is any unexpected change, it will be difficult for us to end it."
Ghost Scythe Douluo's eyes widened, bloodshot from anger and anxiety, and he roared, "If you hesitate any longer, Ghost Shadow Douluo will die!"
"How are we going to bear the consequences then?"
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Xingchen Douluo's dissuasion, his figure flashed like lightning, and with a fierce gust of wind, he rushed towards Tang Lan rapidly.
Seeing this, Xingchen Douluo sighed deeply in helplessness.
His eyes showed both dissatisfaction with Ghost Scythe Douluo's impulsiveness and worry about the current situation.
But we can only follow closely.
Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan and others were excited when they saw Tang Lan defeat Ghost Douluo.
Tang Ya jumped up and down excitedly, her face flushed red, and she cheered loudly:
"Tang Lan is amazing! She is simply invincible!"
Jiang Nannan covered her chest with both hands, her eyes sparkling with admiration, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"I never thought Tang Lan was so powerful that he could defeat a Titled Douluo!"
Ma Xiaotao was filled with emotion, her beautiful face was full of surprise and admiration, she murmured to herself:
"It turns out that Tang Lan is so powerful. It seems that he held back when he fought with me last time."
"I was so naive to think I could compete with him."
Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear in his hand and took steady and powerful steps.
Step by step, he approached the Ghost Shadow Douluo who had collapsed to the ground in a state of utter disgrace.
His face was full of contempt and ridicule, and he said mercilessly:
"Humph, Ghost Shadow Douluo, weren't you arrogant and insolent before?"
"Why are you shivering here like a stray dog with its tail between its legs?"
Ghost Shadow Douluo's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
His body was shaking like a leaf in the wind, but he still tried to remain calm and said:
"Boy, don't get complacent too soon! Things are changing, and it's still unknown who will win!"
Tang Lan sneered, and that laugh seemed to freeze the air around him, and said disdainfully:
"Proud? I am relying on my absolute strength to crush you!"
"Do you think your little tricks, those sinister means that are not worthy of being shown on the stage, can make any waves in front of me? It's simply a foolish dream!"
"Your so-called special moves are nothing but trifles in my eyes, not worth mentioning!"
"How dare you call yourself Douluo? I think you are just a weakling with a false reputation!"
Tang Lan's eyes were like two sharp swords.
He stabbed straight at Ghost Shadow Douluo and stared at him intently, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
Ghost Shadow Douluo gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, and said bitterly:
"You...you should not go too far! Leave some room for error so that we can meet again in the future!"
Tang Lan laughed out loud again, the laughter was deafening and resounded through the sky:
"Going too far? You asked for this!"
"You have committed many evil deeds, and today is your end!"
"Today, I will let you know what a truly strong person is and what an insurmountable gap in strength is!"
After saying that, Tang Lan raised the Overlord Spear, the tip of the spear pointed directly at Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat, and the soul power flowed wildly on the spear.
The light was so dazzling that it seemed to illuminate the entire dark world. (End of this chapter)
Chapter 807 The time of death has come
Ghost Shadow Douluo looked at the tip of the gun that was shining with deadly light, and his heart was filled with endless fear.
Cold sweat fell like rain, but he still said stubbornly:
"You... if you dare to kill me, my sect will never let you go. They will definitely avenge me and make you live a life worse than death!"
Tang Lan had a look of disdain on his face, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and sneered:
"Your sect? Even if they come out in full force, they will only have a few more defeated generals like you!"
"In the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain!"
At this moment, Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo looked at each other.
The two people's eyes met, like two lightning bolts colliding in the void, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding in an instant.
At that moment, their eyes conveyed firm determination and a common strategy.
Then, they took a step forward at the same time. Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.
The soul power in his body surged like a raging tide, and the powerful soul power fluctuations made the air around him become heavy.
Their momentum was as fierce as two volcanoes about to erupt, containing endless rage and majesty.
Xingchen Douluo's eyes widened, with flames of anger spurting out of them, and he shouted, "Tang Lan, don't be so arrogant!"
Ghost Scythe Douluo then shouted angrily: "With us waiting for you, how can you kill Ghost Shadow Douluo!"
"You are such an ignorant kid, don't think you can do whatever you want in front of us just by relying on your luck and some tricks."
"We are well-known Douluo masters. How can we allow a youngster like you to run wild here?"
"Today I will let you know how miserable the consequences will be if you go against us!"
Xingchen Douluo quickly formed seals with his hands, and his fingers were like nimble flying birds, drawing complex and mysterious trajectories in the air.
His first soul ring shone with dazzling light.
The light was like a blazing sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
The light contains a powerful and mysterious force that seems to be able to swallow up everything.
He was mumbling something in a deep and penetrating voice, and every byte seemed to contain endless magic:
"The power of the stars gathers in my body, the starlight shines, and I defeat thousands of enemies!"
As he finished chanting the spell, countless starlight burst out from his fingertips.
Those lights are not of a single color, but colorful, just like the aurora in a dream.
Each ray of light was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if countless sharp blades were cutting through the air.
The light of these stars, carrying a heart-pounding power, poured towards Tang Lan like an overwhelming force.
Wherever the light passed, the space trembled slightly at this powerful and terrifying force.
The space was like a piece of fragile silk, torn by this force and tiny cracks appeared.
At the same time, Ghost Scythe Douluo was not to be outdone.
He held the huge ghost sickle tightly with both hands, his arms were bulging with muscles and veins bulging.
Like thick earthworms crawling under the skin.
A strange black light appeared on the blade of the ghost sickle. The light was dark and deep, revealing endless gloom and terror.
Purple arcs flashed from time to time in the light, making crackling sounds that were frightening.
With his roar:
"The ghost sickle takes your life, and your soul flies away!"
His voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying endless hatred and murderous intent.
The ghost sickle, accompanied by a howling gale, swept towards Tang Lan with unstoppable force and thunder.
The strong wind brought by the ghost sickle was like a violent tornado, sweeping everything away. The sand and rocks on the ground were swept into the air, forming a misty sand curtain.
The speed of the ghost sickle was extremely fast, leaving a black afterimage in the air.
It seemed that under this sickle, the whole world was about to be split into two, and Tang Lan was about to become the victim of this terrorist attack.
Tang Ya and the others' faces changed slightly. The excitement that had originally filled them because of Tang Lan's victory over Ghost Douluo instantly dissipated, and was replaced by deep worry.
Tang Ya's lips trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes. Her voice was filled with anxiety: "What should we do? If the two of them attack together, can Tang Lan handle it?"
Jiang Nannan frowned, her beautiful eyes full of nervousness: "I hope Tang Lan will be fine, he will be fine."
Ma Xiaotao's expression was solemn. She bit her lip and stared at the battlefield. "These two guys are coming aggressively. Tang Lan must be careful."
The color drained from Yu'er's face, and she said in a trembling voice, "Brother Tang Lan, you must be safe."
Ice Bear Douluo, Time Douluo and Falling Sword Soul Douluo snorted at the same time.
The hum was like a biting wind in the cold winter, carrying endless chill and anger.
The Ice Bear Douluo's mountain-like body trembled slightly, his eyes widened like copper bells, burning with rage, and he shouted: