Chapter 509

In the woods.

Wang Jianyuan looked at Salas's figure and narrowed his eyes slightly.

To be the Lord of Tiandou temple, Salas is not weak. In fact, his soul power has reached level 95, and he is a real super Douluo!

As the long black gun appeared in Salas' hands, an indescribable sense of oppression floated out of him.

It was a cold and dead breath!

Wang Jian used the eye of exploration to get accurate information!

[Name: Salas]

Soul power: level 95

Martial spirit: the spear of death and thorns

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The nine circles of soul rings rise from Salas' feet in turn. This temple Lord of Tiandou, who has been in Tiandou city for more than 20 years, is not only a super Douluo with 95 level soul power, but also a super Douluo with 100000 years of soul rings!

When the scarlet one hundred thousand year Soul Ring appeared, the tyrannical and bloody smell instantly permeated the whole audience. On the spear of death thorns, there were many delicate and enchanting blood red lines, with the breath of death.

"Ho!"

Salas held the gun of death thorns and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, there was a loud shout. The long gun in his hand flew out like a black lightning.

In the sky, the expression of Yu Yuanzhen, who was fighting with Qing Falcon Douluo, suddenly changed.

Salas, who has a soul ring of 100000 years, puts more pressure on him than the slippery green Falcon Douluo.

"Don't worry, Salas, give it to me!"

Suddenly, the voice of Wang Jian came into his ears.

The forest burst out a white streamer, blocking the road of the spear of death thorns.

"Boom!"

The two collided, roared and burst, and the terrible air waves pressed down.

In the battlefield below, many figures who were fighting were forced to lie on the ground by the strong wind, and looked up at the sky in horror.

"Sure enough!"

Salas's face was so gloomy that he looked into the woods not far away.

There are really strong men ambushing in the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family. His guess just now is right!

But... Why did the martial spirit just now have an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

It's like I've seen it somewhere!

"Where is the strong here? Dare to fight!"

Salas looked at the direction of the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family with a gloomy face. His black spear of death bramble in his hand pointed away and yelled.

"Bishop Salas is a man of many things."

Suddenly, a tall and straight figure came out of the forest and looked at him with a cool smile.

"Wang Jian?"

When he saw this face, there was a moment of astonishment on Salas' face, but soon his heart sank.

Why is Wang Jian here?!

Nowadays, Wang Jian is very popular among the high-level of Wu Hun temple. As early as a few years ago, when the elite competition of senior soul teachers college was held in the whole mainland, Wang Jian made Bi bidong lose face and showed the terrible strength of Tian Xing soul teachers college to Wu Hun temple. This is a powerful force with several titles of Douluo!

Since Wang Jian is here, will the other strong men of Tianxing soul teacher college also be here?!

Thinking of this, Salas's face suddenly became dignified, and his eyes were constantly scanning around, as if a pile of Title Douluo would come out to capture him next moment.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jian couldn't help laughing.

"Don't look for bishop Salas. There's no ambush around."

Hearing the words, Salas didn't say yes. He just looked at Wang Jian with complicated eyes.

I remember when I saw Wang Jian for the first time, he felt that Wang Jian was just a little gifted young man, but later what happened in Wuhun city just slapped him in the face.

This is not only a slightly gifted young man, but also a mysterious young man.

Now it seems that perhaps the exposure of this operation has something to do with this man.

Thinking of this, Saras's eyes were full of murder!

The chance they found in the martial spirit hall was destroyed by this man. Damn it! It's time to kill!

"Thorn!"

Suddenly, the gun of death thorns in Salas' hands suddenly disappeared in his hands with the blooming of a black light.

Although Wang Jian's face was indifferent, he was always on guard.

Today, although his soul power has reached level 87, and his comprehensive strength is no worse than that of the title Douluo of level 934, among them, level 95 is a watershed, and the existence above this level can be called super Douluo, which naturally has his own reason.

At the moment when the spear of death and thorns disappeared, Wang Jian felt the fatal sense of crisis!

Seeing, hearing, lust and domineering spirit continue to send out strong warning, where is it?!

above?

No, it's on the left!

Seeing and hearing on the left suddenly beat like a needle!

Wang Jianwei took a breath, the ruler in his hand suddenly drew a line forward, and the gun of death thorns that came through the void was blocked by the golden line.

The black body of the gun was cold and cold, and there was a frost like spear on the sharp top.

Whew!

Saras's figure suddenly appeared beside the gun of death thorns, holding the end of the gun tightly.

The next second, Salas directly turned around the figure, like a ghost around the sword behind him, eyes cold, mercilessly holding the end of the long gun to swing to the sword.

The long gun breaks through the air, the sound explosion is unceasing, the space is also tearing, whistling sadly!

At the critical moment, Wang Jian gently touched the ground with his toes, and his figure immediately stepped back toward the back space to avoid the blow.

Whoo!

The long gun's attack failed, but its blast sounds like a tornado whistling, directly blowing the surrounding fighting soul division far away.

Even some soul masters who were close to each other were directly split into two and cut down by the force of the gun!

All of a sudden, all over the sky, scarlet dripping!

The other soul masters swallowed their saliva, and then fled to the distance in horror, for fear that they would become the cannon fodder in the battle.

Among them, the spirit masters who originally belonged to Tiandou temple were a little dull, as if they had known their temple master for the first time.

At the moment, Salas was full of cold breath, like Shura coming out of the dead realm, and his expression was even more calm and frightening.

Where does it look like the original elegant and deep-seated?!

Wang Jian looked at Salas, who was close to him, and his calm eyes looked at each other, and suddenly laughed.

"And Bishop Salas, please be merciful!"