#279Chapter 276 Exploding Rings vs. Stacked Rings
"Get out of my way!" Tang Hao held the baby in one hand and held the hammer in the other. With two soul rings, one black and one red, surrounding his body, he strode forward. Wherever he passed, the gravel under his feet was trampled into powder.
Tang Hao, who had just defeated two titled Douluo, was so confident that he seemed to be able to do it again. He had a special temperament about him, as if he was indifferent even if there were thousands of troops standing in front of him. Qian Xunji, who was the Pope of Wuhun Palace, was not taken lightly at all.
At this time, Qian Xunji had lost control of his body. His mind was controlled by Qin Xuan. Instead of being solemn or panicked, his golden eyes were like a clear spring without waves in an ancient well, deep and calm.
Nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and five black, burst out, and a huge seraph silhouette slowly emerged behind Qian Xunji.
He ignored Tang Hao, but slowly raised his right hand. The fifth soul ring suddenly lit up, and a golden vortex appeared in front of his palm. A golden lightsaber gradually appeared in the center of the vortex, and he held it in his hand.
The huge angel's shadow flapped its six wings, and Qian Xunji rushed towards Tang Hao with a single step.
He answered with his actions.
"Seeking death!" Seeing that Qian Xunji dared to fight himself in close combat while in the ring-exploding state, Tang Hao couldn't help but became furious.
His body was bathed in the black flame-like energy formed by exploding the first seven rings. His pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qian Xunji. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it with great force.
However, what surprised him was that the sword in Qianxunji's hand suddenly changed and did not face his hammer head. The golden lightsaber rotated against the Clear Sky Hammer, making a circle.
Qianxun quickly made a sliding shovel, leaned down to avoid Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, held the sword in his left hand, turned back and slashed diagonally, and a circle of sword energy rippled out, covering Tang Hao.
Tick. Blood dripped to the ground. There was a sword mark on Tang Hao's back that was deep enough to show the bone.
"How... how is this possible?" Tang Hao glanced sideways at the wound on his back, made a pop, and knelt down on one knee with the Clear Sky Hammer, his face showing shock and disbelief.
When did Qian Xunji possess such level of swordsmanship? He was seriously injured in one move.
Look at Qian Xunji again, holding a golden lightsaber in his hand and turning around slowly with an expressionless face. Without giving Tang Hao a chance to breathe, he stabbed with another sword.
Feeling the severe pain coming from his back, Tang Hao gritted his teeth, swung the Clear Sky Hammer and faced it. The two fought together again. Tang Hao knew that he only had two chances to explode the ring. If he failed, he would It's over with my son.
Therefore, I chose to use Haotian Jiujue to attack.
However, the more they fought, the more surprised Tang Hao was. His Haotian Jiujue was full of flaws in Qian Xunji's hands. In addition, he wanted to protect his son. Every time they fought, Qian Xunji would leave a gap in his body.
After several fights, Tang Hao's body was already covered in scars, and blood dyed the clothes and faces of him and his son Tang San red.
"Is this Haotian Douluo? It seems to be nothing more than that. I don't know how your grandfather Tang Chen defeated my father in the first place. Oh, by the way, I remembered that it seems that my father did not use the angelic power and gave up on his own initiative. I have gained air superiority and faced off against your grandpa who was in the ring-exploding state. Just like that, I only lost half a move. Now, I also gave up air superiority and did not use the angelic power. As a result, you are so vulnerable. It seems that Haotian Douluo is really inferior to every generation. Tang Hao, you have really embarrassed your grandfather Tang Chen."
Qian Xunji made sarcastic remarks while attacking.
Tang Hao was already suffocated from the beating, but he seemed to see the shadow of Qin Xuan in Qian Xunji. In addition, Qian Xunji made sarcastic remarks, and his lungs were about to explode in an instant.
"Ah, go to hell, Ling Tian strikes." Tang Hao roared up to the sky, his eighth soul ring lit up, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand instantly shattered, turning into an energy Clear Sky Hammer, blasting towards Qian Xunji's face from the side .
Now that the first seven soul rings have been exploded, although it has brought a huge burden to him, it still has an increase in his own. The superimposed power in the ring explosion state, coupled with the Lingtian's attack that has the ability to lock the enemy and cannot be avoided, Tang Hao is confident that he can severely damage Qian Xunji.
However, a scene that surprised and familiar appeared to Tang Hao.
Qian Xunji did not dodge, but let his Clear Sky Hammer hit his face.
Seeing that Ling Tian was about to hit with one strike, Tang Hao suddenly felt pain in his right arm holding the hammer. The energy Clear Sky Hammer in his hand stopped suddenly when it was less than five centimeters away from Qian Xunji's face.
Tang Hao's neck twisted mechanically, and he looked at his right arm in disbelief. At some point, it had been pierced by the Qianxunji Hengjian.
"How is this possible?" He wanted to ask Qian Xunji why he knew Qin Xuan's moves. Was Qin Xuan's swordsmanship taught by Qian Xunji?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao couldn't help but think deeply. He suddenly realized that he seemed to underestimate the Pope of Wuhun Palace in front of him, too underestimated the descendant of the Angel Clan.
at the same time.
...In an illusory space, everything around is full of blurred colors.
A figure covered in bloody armor floated there quietly. In front of him, a huge circular light screen showed the scene of Tang Hao being pierced through his right arm by Qian Xunji.
This figure is none other than God Shura of the God Realm.
He looked at the circular light curtain and said in surprise: "Huh? Although the descendants of this generation of angels have weak talents, their combat skills seem to be ridiculously high. The grandson of Tang Chen is already very talented, and he is no match for him at all."
"It doesn't matter, just throw away a little bit of divine power. As for who picks it up, it's none of my business. It doesn't count as interfering in human affairs." After God Shura finished speaking, he tapped his finger lightly, but the movement stopped abruptly.
He murmured, "Let's keep a closer look. Tang Chen's grandson can learn Tang Chen's explosive ring, which shows that his talent is not weak. If there is any real danger to his life, it will not be too late to take action."
While God Shura was lamenting, Tang Hao's eighth soul ring had exploded. The violent ring-exploding energy directly shattered Qianxunji's golden lightsaber, which was condensed with the fifth soul skill and had little soul power left inside.
Qianxun quickly appeared in the air, looking down at Tang Hao. Instead of continuing to attack, he used his seventh soul skill, Angel True Body, and his eighth soul skill, Angel Light Blade.
Fifteen small golden lightsabers were released around Qian Xunji himself, and then these fifteen small golden lightsabers were gathered into a large golden lightsaber, which was finally held in the hands of the real angel. It slashed across all directions, slashing towards Tang Hao.
This is already the limit of Qin Xuan's swordsmanship when he controls Qian Xunji.
After all, Qian Xunji has never practiced any serious swordsmanship. The foundation of swordsmanship is too weak.
Taking advantage of Qian Xunji's soul skills, Tang Hao got a moment of respite.
He looked down at his right arm that had been pierced and hanging down helplessly, and then at the baby in his arms held in his left hand. He gritted his teeth, resisted the severe pain, and used his injured right hand to quickly take out the soul guide from his waist. Wrap Tang San in cloth and tie him to his body. Planning to fight to the death.