The hollow eyes of the flaming skull were blazing with raging flames. He bit the food that came to him in one bite, and then a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and the violent shock wave even lifted the surrounding floor away.
"Xiao Wu!" Oscar and others who had already withdrawn from the field were stunned when they saw this scene. If the surrounding guards hadn't stopped them, Zhu Xiong would have rushed to the Soul Fighting stage.
"Xiao Wu!" Tang San ignored the remaining fire around him, rushed into the huge sinkhole formed by the explosion, and hugged Xiao Wu who fell to the ground.
"Ahem! Third brother! You said you want to win the championship! Xiao Wu can only help you so far!" Xiao Wu coughed violently, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body became dying, but he still raised his hand tremblingly, as if he had used all his strength to gently caress Tang San's cheek.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie! I hurt your little lover, isn't it very painful now?" Yan was like a cat playing with a mouse and did not rush to attack. He just held his arms and watched with interest as Tang San put his beloved on the edge of the Soul Fighting stage, and his companions took him.
"Xiao San, come down! You can't beat him!" Dai Mubai looked at Tang San, whose face was expressionless but his eyes were blood red, and he shouted worriedly.
"Xiao Wu and my eldest brother both said that what I want to win is the championship! I won't give up just yet, help me take care of Xiao Wu!" Tang San's voice was unusually hoarse but also unusually firm. At this moment, he made Shrek's friends feel so strange.
"Xiao San is so impulsive! I told him not to do things just to save his life!" Grandmaster looked at Tang San who returned to the center of the Soul Fighting stage, and said with a livid face.
"Hahaha! I would like to ask now, based on your understanding of Xiao San, do you think he will really lose?" Madara laughed uncharacteristically and unscrupulously, looking at Tang San with appreciation and satisfaction.
Feeling the astonished look from Grandmaster, Madara turned his head and looked him squarely in the eyes, his slow tone contained rebelliousness. "Xiao San like this is still my Uchiha Madara recognized brother! Only he has the strength to truly become a strong man!"
Is it a measure to become a strong person?
Madara's captivating gaze seemed to burn through Grandmaster's body and shocked Grandmaster's soul. At this moment, in Madara's body, he vaguely saw the shadow of a peerless strong man who also despised the world.
If Xiao San only inherited your bloodline, then Madara inherited your will? It can no longer be said that I have inherited it. It should be said that I have far surpassed you, Clear Sky Douluo!
"Six-Ring Soul Emperor is indeed a powerful being, but I will definitely defeat you today!" Tang San's eyes were purple and red, looking at Yan with an extremely cold look and declared, his tone as calm as stating the facts that were about to happen.
"You are worthy of being that man's brother! You are so arrogant and unruly, but do you have his terrifying and despairing strength?" Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could see through Tang San the man behind him who was wearing blood-colored Battle Armor and was as despairing as a god.
"Then I invite you to give it a try!" As Tang San spoke, Clear Sky Hammer appeared on his left hand and swung forward unstoppably with a scream that broke through the air.
A fierce battle was about to break out. Yan's hands were burning with blazing black flames and he fought with Tang San fearlessly, making a dull sound of flesh collision that immediately became louder.
"This looks like a battle! Xiao San, the more things you carry on your back, the stronger your strength will be!" Madara looked at the fierce fighting below, with wisps of blood splattering out from time to time, and the blood in his body boiled with it. "When you carry the pain of a world on your back, you can win even if you are the enemy of the world!"
"Is this Xiao San at full strength? Too strong!" Others in Shrek stood in the audience of Soul Fighting and looked at the extremely familiar yet unfamiliar blue figure with shocked faces, shouting in disbelief in their hearts.
"Die to me!!!" Tang San exuded unwillingness and rage, and swung one hammer after another wildly. It seemed to be without any rules, but in fact it was the essence of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. The power was like an ocean wave, rising one after another, and erupting as if there was no end. Even at the same level, it would be difficult for anyone to take this blow.
"The strength is pretty good!" Yan swung his fist to block a blow but felt his arm was slightly numb from the huge force. He was extremely surprised by the terrifying power of Tang San.
Do you know that Tang San possesses the world's first device Martial Soul Clear Sky Hammer, which is even more powerful with Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, plus two pieces of power Spirit Beast's Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, Oscar's Berserk Sausage's half power increase has already been increased to a frightening level, but these still can't make up for the level gap with Yan.
The crazed Tang San was seized by Yan and punched hard like a rag bag, and flew away like a rag bag. Two deep ravines were plowed out when he fell on the ground. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his mouth. His original clothes had been torn into rags in the fierce battle and hung on his body like a beggar. Large and small wounds appeared on his exposed upper body. At first glance, he looked like a bloody man.
"Is that all? Then you just die!" On the other hand, Yan just panted slightly, the clothes on his body were slightly damaged, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which he gently licked with his scarlet tongue, and said extremely crazily.
Yan Zhuangruo laughed like a madman and raised one hand to the sky, as if endless energy of hatred was being continuously extracted from the void and concentrated into his palm. The whole world seemed to be flickering with light and dark because of her blow.
"Now!" Tang San's eyes suddenly regained clarity. The last sausage of Oscar that had been in his mouth swallowed into his stomach and turned into rich Soul Power. He raised his head suddenly and raised his left arm tremblingly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo felt this familiar fluctuation and suddenly his brows jumped, and he even stood up from Douluo's throne in an awkward manner. "This fluctuation! How is it possible?"
"What Soul Bone did you give Xiao San?" Grandmaster looked at Madara sitting next to him in great shock, and asked with a horrified expression that originally contained only the pearl of wisdom.
"My left arm bone!" Madara seemed to have anticipated this scene, and said with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth.
"Soul Bone After fusion, isn't it possible to peel it off only by forcefully digging it out?" Grandmaster said in shock. This really went against his knowledge.
"Indeed!" Madara smiled White Fang with an extremely bright smile, and vaguely saw a blood beast showing its pale fangs. "But it can be replaced!"
The next moment, the negative ion energy ball that expanded to the size of a house was thrown out by Yan with a hoarse voice.
The blue left arm of Susanoo also appeared on the field, but compared to Madara, he used it like a normal adult or baby, but this is enough!
"I don't accept it!" Yan looked at the giant hand that carried that person's aura like a god and slapped him on the head. He was as small as a fly under it and couldn't help but feel a trace of despair, but still roared unwillingly.
How could he lose? He has obviously worked so hard!
"So what if you don't accept it!!!" At this moment, Tang San's mind flashed to Grandmaster, the brother he hoped for, Xiao Wu who was seriously injured, and those friends who grew up together. It seemed that he was filled with strength to squeeze out the last bit of Soul Power from his already depleted body. The controller Susanoo made the last move.
Susanoo Slightly closed the palm of his left arm to grasp the huge negative ion energy ball, and slowly covered it towards the tiny ant-like figure in it.
A mushroom cloud rose from the arena, and the dazzling light instantly overwhelmed everything around it. The entire ground shook violently. This scene was like a natural disaster coming. It was hard to imagine that it was actually caused by two young juniors.
Just when everyone in the stands was panicking and even wanted to flee, Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the papal throne, looked slightly livid and snorted, and the scepter in his hand lightly touched the ground.
Everything suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing Tang San who was relying on Eight Spider Lances to support his body from falling, standing there quietly with his head lowered.