Chapter 429

"The trough! How handsome

Oscar looked at the figure and murmured.

Tang Hao stands on a treetop, his face is firm, his eyes are calm, looking at the title Douluo blocking in front of him. The short brown cloth on his body gently blows in the breeze, which is in sharp contrast to the gorgeous robes on the title Douluo of the martial spirit hall.

"Tang Hao! You are here

In the crowd, bibidong is watching Tang Hao coldly.

Tang Hao's stubble covered face also took on a cool color, and the color of hatred flashed through his eyes.

At the beginning, he and a Yin were besieged by the pope in the temple of martial spirit. After he fought back with his own strength, the Pope who was not seriously injured suddenly died.

It was this woman who took over the throne and raised the flag of revenge and attacked haotianzong.

In that war, haotianzong was seriously injured, and several elders, including his father, the previous leader of haotianzong, fell.

The loss of more than half of the disciples and elders forced haotianzong to cultivate himself in seclusion. The hatred between them could not be explained in a few words.

Tang Hao, dressed in coarse cloth and short brown, with a Haotian hammer in his hand, is calm in the siege of the martial spirit hall. His demeanor is very admirable.

Without too many words, both sides know what they want to do.

Bibidong's beautiful face is covered with frost. He stares at Tang Hao and only spits out a word.

"Up

In front of Tang Hao, there are three white haired men named Douluo in the hall of martial spirit. One is an old man with a long and thin sword, and the other is an old woman with an ice sword.

The skin on their faces is white and delicate. They look like a newborn baby without any wrinkles.

The rest of the man was a middle-aged man in black. His eyes looked at Tang Hao indifferently. His body was full of blood. There was a big golden clock hovering over his head.

Smell speech, three people in succession toward Tang Hao launched an attack.

Aware of Tang San's nervousness and worry, Wang Jian said with a smile: "don't worry, it's called Haotian. It won't be impossible to cope with this kind of situation."

According to the results of systematic observation, the soul power of the three Title touluo in the hall of martial spirit is not high.

Level 93 soul power!

Bingji Douluo, level 93 soul power!

Jinzhong Douluo, level 94 soul power!

Tang Hao's soul power has reached level 95. Even if he has some hidden injuries, it doesn't hurt. After all, when he was promoted to Title Douluo, he had a fight with several Title Douluo.

When the three Title touluo and Tang San fight, bibidong finally looks at Wang Jian with profound meaning.

"Dean Wang, do you really want to come here to run this muddy water?"

Although the purpose of this time is Tang Hao, the biggest variable is Wang Jian.

The smile on Wang Jian's face also gradually cooled down. He looked at bibidong and said with a sneer, "Your holiness, this is your... Trouble for me!"

Originally, he had arranged everything. Xiao Wu didn't expose himself, and Tang San didn't expose Haotian hammer.

But I don't want to. These gifted kids in Tianxing soul teacher college have aroused the curiosity of the martial spirit hall. After some investigation, I noticed something.

He doesn't want to have a bad relationship with the martial spirit hall now, but it's something that the martial spirit hall takes the initiative to find. The clay figurine is still a little angry!

Originally, he just wanted to cultivate the students and live to the end, but the martial spirit hall took the initiative to look for trouble. He was also not a good temper!

When the negotiation broke down, bidong did not expect Wang Jian to retreat.

She took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "up!"

She stood in the same place, but the spirits of the emperors and saints around her moved, like locusts swarming in the sky.

Frande and Zhao Wuji are numb. There are too many people!

All of them have been like this, not to mention the other students. Looking at the strong men coming from the martial spirit hall, they all look pale.

"Dark night!"

Wang Jian looked at the sky and said calmly.

At the foot of the crowd, a shadow suddenly covered them, forming a gray shield to cover them.

Bibi has finally come out!

At the moment when the strongman of Wuhun hall attacked, the sky was full of shining soul rings, white, yellow, purple and black, shining in all directions like morning glow.

With the outbreak of strong soul power, countless soul skills are pressed down!

Wang Jian raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. Instead of entering the shadow field, he chose to face the strong man all over the sky alone.

The snow-white clothes were hunting in the strong wind, and he finally raised his ruler.

An illusory wall of air blocked him. The white turbulence swept away all the falling attacks, leaving him with thousands of soul skills, but he could not spread, like rain melting water, quietly.

Facing Wang Jian, countless soul masters in the martial spirit hall were all stunned.

They so many people's attack, unexpectedly by a soul skill to block down?!

Looking at the seven rings of white soul on Wang Jian's body, they felt that they had some dreams, not only for Wang Jian's soul ring, but also for everything just now.

The same soul saint, why are you so strong?!

"Everybody! This man is eccentric. Don't take it lightly. Try your best to attack in batches! "

In the crowd, someone arranged in a deep voice.

All of a sudden, the strong men in the hall of martial spirit scattered again, and were roughly divided into three echelons.

Wang Jian glanced at it and made it clear.

The purpose of these people is to break through their own defense through the continuous attack.

But

"Who said I was going to defend?"

Wang Jian looked at the strong man in the martial spirit hall all over the sky and suddenly showed a smile.

"Shua!"

A pair of white wings suddenly spread from the back of Wang Jian. The wings are full of light. Each feather is as light as a pure white cloud, full of beauty.

The dance of angels!

When these wings appeared, chongqiang, who prayed in front of the statue of the angel God day by day, had a look of shock on his face.

No, it can't be said to be startled. It's more appropriate to say it's thrilled.

From Wang Jian's wings, they felt the closeness to the angel God.

In the distance, the pupils of bibidong also shrank.

This pair of wings... No, it's not the one in qiandaoliu's hands!

"Where do you come from?"

In the crowd, the elder of the elder hall asked Wang Jianzhi in a deep voice.

Wang Jian smell speech the corner of the mouth suddenly sketch out a touch of radian, a face is just color of announce a way.

"Of course, the angel God gave it to me. He said he was very disappointed with you and asked me to purify you!"