Tang Wulin rushed towards the leading man in black, holding the golden Bloodline Power in his right fist, and blasted out with his left fist at the same time. The air wave forced the other two men in black who were trying to approach back.
Blood Soul Fusion technology, Golden Dragon Fist!
This is the trump card that he slowly created after Long Yuan taught him the skills of Blood Soul Fusion. It is also a Self-Created Soul Skill in the true sense. Bloodline Power and Soul Power resonate at a special frequency, erupting with terrifying destructive power that far exceeds simple superposition.
The golden fist exploded in the air, and the strong man in black and the thin man in black were forced to retreat, and the contempt on their faces finally turned into solemnity.
However, Soul King is Soul King after all.
The siege of three Soul King is far from being easily solved by a head-on fight.
The fifth Soul Ring headed by the man in black lights up, and the black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring bursts out with dazzling light.
A shrill wail came from the void, and a huge black resentful spirit came out of his body and pounced on Tang Wulin with its teeth and claws.
The resentful spirit was more than two meters tall, completely black, but its shape was distorted, and it was impossible to tell what species it was before it was born. Its eyes burned with green will-o'-the-wisps, and the air wherever it passed became bitingly cold.
Tang Wulin was entangled by the wraith. It was not a physical Entanglement, but a mental impact. The wail of the wraith directly impacted his Sea of Consciousness, giving him a splitting headache and slowing down his movements for half a beat.
The strong man in black and the thin man in black seized the opportunity and struck simultaneously, one on the left and the other on the right. The intact arm of the strong man in black condensed a black blade of light and slashed hard at Tang Wulin's back.
The ghost claws of the thin man in black protruded from the side and clawed at his ribs.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Tang Wulin groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Dragon Scale blocked most of the damage, and only a shallow white mark was left on the surface of Dragon Scale. However, the impact still penetrated the defense and damaged his internal organs. A fishy sweetness surged in his throat, and he swallowed it back.
Blue Silver Grass spewed out again. This time, all the vines did not go to Entanglement the man in black. Instead, they exploded instantly under the control of Tang Wulin, turning into countless tiny seeds that scattered in every corner of the car - under the seats, on the luggage rack, in the vents, and in the gaps in the door.
It takes time for these seeds to germinate and grow, but what he lacks most at the moment is time.
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and activated Bloodline Power in his body, and the second Blood Essence Soul Ring lit up again.
The effect of Golden Dragon Tyrant Body was not over yet, and the scales were still as smooth as mirrors, but he could feel the Bloodline Power in his body passing away rapidly, as if being swallowed by a bottomless pit. He couldn't hold on for long.
Another round of fierce confrontation.
Tang Wulin's fist broke the other arm of the strong man in black.
This time he caught the opponent's flaw exposed due to pain, stepped forward, and struck the strong man in black's elbow joint with his right fist from bottom to top.
"Click--"
The sound of bone cracking was extremely clear, and the left arm of the strong man in black was twisted at a weird angle, completely useless.
The strong man in black let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, staggered back, blood gushes from the broken bones, and black blood droplets splashed on the seat, making a corrosive sound.
But the black light blade of the thin man in black took advantage of the gap between Tang Wulin's punches and slashed his right leg.
The light blade was extremely sharp. Although most of the force was blocked by Dragon Scale, it still left a bone-deep gash on the outside of his thigh. Blood instantly poured out, dripped down his calf, and formed a small puddle on the floor of the carriage.
Tang Wulin's legs went weak and he almost fell to one knee, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
Then he received another slap on the chest.
The leader of the man in black came around to his side at some point and slapped his left chest with a palm. This palm was filled with strong dark power. Although it was cut by Golden Dragon Tyrant Body, the remaining power still made him feel as if his chest had been hit by a hammer.
There was a crisp cracking sound from the ribs - at least one was broken, maybe two.
Tang Wulin endured the pain and waved his hand, Bloodline Power came out of his body and rushed towards the Blue Silver Grass seeds scattered around.
The next moment, the Blue Silver Grass seeds that had absorbed a large amount of Bloodline Power grew like crazy, and in an instant they became a dense mass.
Immediately afterwards, the Blue Silver Grasss spontaneously began to twist and gather, turning into spears with golden Dragon Qi Shields on the surface, stabbing the three Evil Soul Masters from all directions.
Blood Soul Fusion Tech·Blue Silver Piercing Array!
This is another Blood Soul Fusion technique he has developed over the past three years, and it is currently his only large-scale offensive method.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black immediately gave up the opportunity to pursue and retreated. At the same time, he blocked the resentful spirit in front of him. Blue Silver Grass spear pierced the resentful spirit, bringing up a puff of green mist, but failed to break through the resentful spirit's defense.
The other two Evil Soul Master were in a worse situation. They were pierced by several spears in succession, but they retreated very quickly, even if some of their flesh and blood were taken out by the spears.
A large mouthful of blood poured out of Tang Wulin's mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth, dripping on the golden scales, and then falling to the ground.
This blow actually failed to kill one or two Evil Soul Master, which made him a little disappointed.
Blood was dripping down the corners of his clothes.
Tang Wulin held on to the back of the seat and gasped for air.
There is no part of my body that is not in pain, as if there are countless needles pricking me.
The wound on his right leg was still bleeding, the broken bone in his chest brought excruciating pain every time he breathed, and the place on his back where the light blade was struck was burning.
But he is still standing, even if he is crumbling, he is still standing tenaciously.
But fortunately, the three men in black on the other side didn't have a hard time either.
The strongest man in black had both arms broken and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and temporarily losing his fighting ability.
The thin man in black had a pale face and weak breath. His Soul Power was greatly consumed. It was obvious that the series of attacks just now had almost drained him dry.
The leader of the man in black was also breathing heavily, his hands shaking uncontrollably. And his resentful spirit was full of pits and had several holes through his body, which made his breath a little weak.
However, relatively speaking, his combat effectiveness did not drop too much. It was more because Golden Dragon Tyrant Body's counter-injury made his body numb.
Three men in black glared at Tang Wulin.
The three of them besieged a three-ring kid, and how could he be beaten like this?
The leading man in black couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to face this fact. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by crazy killing intent.
"The final blow!" The leader in black gritted his teeth, and the fifth Soul Ring lit up again.
He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which blended into the black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Soul Ring The light shines brightly, even more dazzling than before, even with a trace of blood. The black resentful spirit condenses again. It is no longer the two-meter-tall resentful spirit before, but a behemoth nearly three meters tall. Its body is covered with ferocious bone spurs, and its eyes are burning with bloody flames.
The resentful spirit let out a deafening roar, and the entire carriage trembled.
Tang Wulin raised his head, there was no fear in his golden eyes, only stubbornness.
He had no extra energy to dodge, and no time to dodge.
He also has the ability to do one last trick.
If he couldn't kill them with this punch, he really had no choice.