Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Battle Begins

The handsome man in black turned around and asked the man next to him.

"Don't talk to me in this tone, I'm panicked, I really haven't heard of anything immovable Ming King Zao Wou-ki, is it very powerful?" The man next to him said with a wry smile.

"Are you two determined to go against me?" When Zao Wou-Ki heard this, he directly activated the Martial Soul True Body, although he didn't like to cause trouble so much because of some things, he was not afraid of causing trouble. The name of the King of Fudo was not blown out, but typed by him.

"Yo! It's still a soul saint little guy. The man in black with a good figure said with a little teasing, and as soon as the words fell, the nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and black appeared in front of everyone, and this person in front of him was actually a Titled Douluo, the peak powerhouse of the Douluo Continent.

"Lao Ju, why can't you bear loneliness so much? Is it bad to release the soul ring later? It scared the hell out of these little guys. The guy called the old ghost said this, and nine soul rings appeared behind him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black. The same soul ring configuration as the previous Titled Douluo, the same four nine-ring Titled Douluo.

"You ...... The two of you are actually Title Douluo. Zhao Wuji was a little panicked, he was just a soul saint, and he couldn't even beat Contra Douluo, let alone a top figure in the continent like Title Douluo.

"You said that the two of us are Title Douluo, should you give us face, or should we give you face?" The man with a good figure, or the Title Douluo, looked at Zhao Wuji with a smile and said.

"It's the juniors who give face to the seniors." The situation is stronger than people, and at this embarrassing time, Zhao Wuji had no choice but to relent, and the deterrence of Title Douluo was not a joke.

"Then I'm going to take her away." It was still the man with a good figure, who unceremoniously pointed to Xiao Wu next to Tang San and said, as if everything was taken for granted.

"No way, Xiao Wu is my sister, I want to move her unless I step through my body." Tang San said angrily when he saw that the man in black said that he wanted to take his sister Xiao Wu away, and protected Xiao Wu behind him with his arms, proving everything with his actions.

"Little guy, with your humble soul power, you dare to talk about protecting others, can you protect yourself?" The man with a good figure said with some mockery.

"Even if you can't protect her, if you want to move her, you have to step on my body." Tang San looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with tenacious eyes and said, there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"Don't come here, my father is the sect master of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, my Grandpa Bone, Grandpa Sword is a Title Douluo, and he is the strongest powerhouse in the world, you feel that we have the slightest hair, and I will punish you nine clans."

Ning Rongrong saw these black-clothed people getting closer and closer to them, and looking at the appearance of the soul ring, the lowest, the lowest was not lower than the Soul Emperor level, and she was a little frightened, although she was a little witch in the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, she was not afraid of the sky and the earth outside, but she was just a little girl after all!

"Who are you? was so bold and reckless, robbing in broad daylight. Ying Su said proudly, in fact, he knew who the two were, it was the Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo that he asked Sui Nian to find.

However, he remembered that he only asked the two of them to catch Xiao Wu, and did not say that he would bring a group of younger brothers.

"Boy, you are so young and impatient that you dare to speak in front of us." Ghost Douluo saw Ying Su get up and speak, and said with a smile, he hadn't seen Ying Su, he hadn't been a Title Douluo for many years, plus he had been by Bibi Dong's side all year round, so naturally he hadn't seen Ying Su.

"Fifth Soul Technique - Ghost Shadow Earth Pool Hand." Ghost Douluo didn't give Ying Su time to react, so a large black shadow appeared under the opponent's feet, and many black shadow hands stretched out from the black shadow to grab Ying Su.

"With only one fifth soul skill, you can't help but look down on me too much." Ying Su smiled faintly, and easily dodged the hand of the black shadow stretched out from the black shadow.

"Your kid's strength is good, and you can actually resist my fifth soul skill." Ghost Douluo said with a strange smile, his smile made people feel frightened, and he couldn't see any joy at all.

"It's just a fifth soul ring, if you have any tricks, I'll take them." As soon as Ying Su's words fell, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, eight powerful soul rings appeared in front of everyone, and the three purples and five blacks were very dazzling.

"Old ghost, persimmons are looking for soft pinching, leave this guy alone." The man with a good figure on the side said to the Titled Douluo next to him with a look of surprise and panic, Three purples and five blacks may be very strange to outsiders, but he Ju Douluo Yueguan As an elder, he naturally knows some things that ordinary people don't know.

For example: Their soul power has reached the level of Contra Douluo, and his soul ring is three purple and five black, which is very dazzling, and he is unbeatable, even if it is the golden generation of the Martial Spirit Hall that the Pope has recently begun to cultivate, he can only say in front of him - nothing.

"Isn't it just an eight-ring Contra Douluo, what's there to be afraid of? Xiao Juju, you are too timid. The man, who was also Ghost Douluo, said with a strange smile, as if he was laughing at Ju Douluo's timidity and cringe.

"Old Ghost ......" Hearing Ghost Douluo say this, he didn't know what to say, did he want to directly say that the eight-ring Soul Douluo opposite was called Ying Su, the Holy Son of our Martial Spirit Palace, the grandson of the Great Worship Qiandaoliu, and the son of the current Pope.

If he really wanted to say that, he felt that Ying Su would definitely settle accounts with them.

"There's nothing to say, this Contra taught me, and others taught you." Ghost Douluo said arrogantly, in his opinion, a Contra Douluo. In the soul master system, the gap between each level is huge, and the higher the soul power level, the bigger the gap.

In front of him as a ninety-five-level Sensitive Attack Title Douluo, a mere Contra Douluo is not at will.

"Okay." Ju Douluo readily agreed to Ghost Douluo's division method, anyway, it wasn't him who beat the Holy Son, even if he wanted to settle accounts with the Autumn Queen, he couldn't find his head.

As Ju Douluo's good words fell, the originally tense battlefield officially started the war.

Ying Su is struggling to support, the gap between level 90 Contra Douluo and level 95 Title Douluo is completely different, and it is the limit that he can remain undefeated.

On the other side, Zao Wou-Ki was fighting Ju Douluo, or it was more appropriate to crush unilaterally. In less than a minute, Zao Wou-Ki was already covered in scars.

And the dozens of black-clothed people who followed the two black-clothed people on the side set their sights on Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.