Chapter 510

War!

The whole land of the blue Tyrannosaurus Rex family turned into a battlefield. The sky roared and the earth roared.

No matter you are strong or other soul masters, each of them is fighting hard.

The master and others also completed the martial spirit fusion technology, and the huge golden dragon rose up in the eyes of countless people, and killed the blue Falcon chased by the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Green Falcon Douluo was very angry, but he could only hide under the siege of two dragons. However, in the face of the siege of two dragons, even if it was extremely fast, it was a little weak.

Blood in the air, residual feather like snow!

"Bramble, open!"

Salas is fighting with the sword.

All of a sudden, Salas stabbed the land of death brambles to the earth, and along the black barrel of death brambles gun, black shadows like snakes spread around quickly.

Wang Jian looked at the shadow at his feet and frowned slightly.

What's this?

All of a sudden, there was a flash of light in his eyes, and the whole person soared into the air.

Whoa, whoa!

Where the dark shadow was diffused, the shadows that had been flat on the earth suddenly became three-dimensional, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a dark thorn bush. These thorns were bare, and there were no flowers and leaves on the branches, but only cold and shining thorns.

Standing in the middle of the black thorns, Saras looked up at the sword flying in the sky. His eyes stopped for a moment on the angel dance behind the sword, and his eyes flashed a touch of surprise.

Angel breath?!

This is... The soul bone?

No, not really!

Soon, he pulled out the spear of death thorns which was inserted on the ground, and swung the tip of the spear to the king's sword.

Whew! Whew!

The black thorns were like soldiers who ordered and banned them. Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air sounded like rain.

On the earth, spread hundreds of meters of death thorns launched a sudden stab toward the sky, instantly extended to grow dozens of meters, and continue to grow madly.

These dead thorns are like chains wrapped with many iron thorns, and they look particularly ferocious.

"Dang!"

Wang Jian stops, and the ruler collides with the dead bramble missed by his side, making the sound of gold and iron.

"So hard!"

Wang Jian looked at the dead brambles by accident, and was awed in his heart.

I'm afraid the strength of these iron thorns is not weaker than that of refined iron!

Below, Salas holds the gun of death bramble, and his figure is like a ghost, with a death bramble on his toes.

"Shua!"

A little cold comes first, then the gun goes out like a dragon.

The dazzling cold light first blooms in front of the eyes, and behind it is the gun body like a ferocious black dragon, with an unparalleled momentum, like a raging sea.

Wang Jian got up and retreated, but it was a little slow.

Immediately, a layer of illusory Ying white soul power shield appeared in front of his eyes. When the spear of death bramble pierced the Ying white soul power shield, there was a brief energy roar.

Waves of excitement swept across Salas's face, blowing his hair and tearing his cheek.

And he, as usual, calm, and even increased the strength of the hands.

With the crisp sound of breaking, the soul power shield in front of Wang Jian suddenly broke.

But Wang Jian's face was still indifferent. With the twinkling of soul ring, there were several more golden light curtains around Salas, which surrounded him.

"Huh?"

Saras's face changed and he took back his gun.

His eyes twinkled. The hand holding the end of the long gun suddenly changed, and directly moved up the gun body to hold the middle of the long gun.

Drink!

A deep drink came from his mouth, and his long gun stabbed forward.

There was no indestructible force to stop him, even he didn't feel the power of anti shock, but the long gun in his hand stopped when he stabbed the light screen in front of him.

Wang Jian looked at him calmly and his lips moved.

Because he was too far away, Salas didn't hear what Wang Jian was saying, but soon his eyes were attracted by the virtual shadow behind Wang Jian.

The virtual shadow couldn't see the shape clearly, but suddenly pulled the imaginary bow and arrow in his hand, and only heard a startling sound.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow was shot from the bow without any arrows, and the target was on Salas.

In the narrow space, Salas could not avoid at all!

The crisis seemed to come in an instant. Salas's face was uncertain. He gritted his teeth and waved his long gun.

However, in the narrow space, there is no room for the long gun to be used. The golden light curtain limits the use of the long gun,

Poof!

The arrow went through Salas' arm.

The dazzling blood shot out, instantly dyed the gun of death thorns in Salas' hands.

Suddenly, Wang Jian suddenly found that the dead thorns around him seemed to be dyed red and became more and more enchanting.

Bang!

The effect of painting the earth as a prison disappears, and the golden light screen is broken.

The dead brambles around suddenly and madly stabbed Wang Jian, not only faster and faster, but also in the process, they seemed to be growing and becoming stronger and stronger.

Wang Jian's face changed slightly and his figure suddenly retreated.

But in front of these dead brambles, as if they had eyes, they were chasing Wang Jian crazily.

Shua!

A dead bramble suddenly stabbed through his back. Wang Jian couldn't avoid it for a moment. He was cut a bloody hole by the sharp thorn on his back.

Hiss!!

Nima, it hurts!

Wang Jian suddenly widened his eyes, and his whole face became distorted because of the pain.

No, no!

Wang Jian suddenly noticed something was wrong. It seemed that there was something in the wound behind him that wanted to drill into his body along the wound. It was itchy and painful!

This kind of thing is cold and pale, like the ice that doesn't melt.

This is... Dead breath?!

Wang Jian's eyes moved and his momentum changed.

The breath full of nature and vitality began to emanate from Wang Jian. The itching feeling behind him disappeared, and the dead thorns around him seemed to be shaking and struggling.

"The breath of life?"

Salas looked at Wang Jian with an ugly face and scolded him in his heart.

What kind of soul master is this guy?!

From what he has seen and heard, this guy is not a normal soul master at all. His abilities are so strange that he is not a normal soul master at all!

Just ask, which soul Douluo can get benefits in the hands of super Douluo?!

On the sky, the dead brambles are waving randomly. These brambles, like iron chains, break through the air and send out heartbreaking sounds.

There were bright green light spots around Wang Jian, as well as the air of death as black as ink.

The two collide constantly, and the sound of hissing comes out.

Salas clenched the gun in his hand, and the scarlet ring of soul began to light up.