668 Chapter 668. How Do You Want to Die?

People whose strength has reached the level of Titled Douluo have basically been able to master the use of mental power proficiently.

At this moment, the Elder of the Elder Hall, who is titled Golden Scissors, is holding the golden scissors that are one person tall in both hands, and every inch of his muscles are tense, like a bowstring stretched to the limit. The arrows fired from the bowstring are like thunder, killing the enemy with the momentum of thunder.

But now...

"Can't find it!"

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead along the bridge of his nose, and finally dripped down the tip of his nose.

There was a trace of fear and uneasiness in the title Douluo's expression, and his mental power spread out in all directions like a fishing net.

As usual, even if the enemy is an agility attack system soul master, whose speed is so fast that the eyes can't keep up with it, but if he has the mental power to catch him with a fishing net, he can still track the enemy's traces, and then choose a way to deal with it one step in advance.

However, since Yang Ming disappeared a second ago, it seemed that he had completely disappeared between heaven and earth. His mental power fishing net covered a radius of 200 meters around him, and he didn't find any trace of Yang Ming.

What the hell!

He wouldn't think that Yang Ming had already run away, because he could deeply feel that faint sight falling on him.

Just as the titled Douluo powerhouse retreated, Yang Ming's voice suddenly came from all directions:

"Larynx, spine, lungs, liver, carotid arteries, kidneys and heart, where are you going to start?"

Yang Ming landed with a sound, and the system prompt sounded.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of Naruto Momochi Zabuchi, and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"no."

Tao Di Bu Zhan is too weak, even if he can start the lottery roulette, it is estimated that there will be no good things to show, so Yang Ming simply continues to add up.

Yang Ming was like the devil's whisper, back and forth, left and right, erratic, like the last straw that crushed the enemy's psychological defense line, making the opponent reveal a flaw in the moment when he wanted to retreat in his heart!

"laugh!"

There was a subtle sound of drawing a sword.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scarlet sword light that seemed to tear the sky in half, and the Changhong pierced the sun, which was absolutely stunning.

Yang Ming appeared not far from the enemy as if in an instant. Because the mysterious sword in his hand was drawn out too fast, under the intense friction with the air, the sword was covered with a layer of scorching flames.

But the other party was worthy of being a titled Douluo powerhouse. While his pupils suddenly contracted into needle-like shapes, he made the best response with a reaction arc of 0.1 second, almost subconsciously raising the golden scissors in front of him.

At the same moment, under the light of the black soul ring on his body, he endowed the golden scissors with extremely tough characteristics.

However--

Useless!

In front of the mysterious sword, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, superimpose thousands of layers of sharpness, and even have the power to threaten gods, mere weapons and martial souls can't resist it at all!

The enemy opened his eyes wide in horror, watching in disbelief that Yang Ming's sword hit the center of the golden scissors, blocking the opponent for only 0.2 seconds, and the entire weapon soul was cut off from it, as if it was about to pierce the sky. The edge of the sword cut everything, and pierced straight into the throat of the desperate-looking enemy behind him.

The tip of the sword came out from the back of the neck, bringing out a scalding scalding blood.

Yang Ming easily pulled out the mysterious sword, and a hole the size of a thumb was cut in the enemy's throat. With his hands covering his throat, he fell on his back with a face full of unwillingness.

Perhaps, even if his death was imminent, he couldn't believe that he died under the hands of a soul sage.

Yang Ming shook his hand, and dirty blood dripped from the blade of the sword. Under the bright sunlight, the mysterious sword was as clean as ever.

However, the fact that he killed a Titled Douluo swiftly with his sword in his hand, fell into the eyes of everyone in the nearby Wuhun Empire, but it was no less than throwing a grenade in a pond, which shocked and horrified the crowd .

Sweeping around like a torch, Yang Ming found that Pope Bibi Dong was very cunning. He led a group of people to find several other senior members of the Zhatian Gang. Instead, he left the elders and priests of the Elder Hall to deal with him. That person was an elder from the Hall of Elders.

"Tsk!"

After thinking about it, Yang Ming sometimes really admires Pope Bibi Dong, but at this time, he still doesn't forget to use the trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone.

"Shuzi, dare you!"

Seeing this scene, Golden Crocodile Douluo said he couldn't bear it!

The moment he jumped down from the wall, the phantom of a huge golden crocodile appeared behind Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the next moment, the phantom merged into Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, and the moment he completed the possession of the martial spirit, he showed Martial soul avatar.

"Papa papa!"

A series of sounds like fried beans resounded from Golden Crocodile Douluo's body, his whole body developed horizontally, and his physique grew several times, his bulging muscles instantly burst his clothes and trousers, revealing a body like black copper, The skin is covered with golden crocodile scales, each scale is the size of a palm, as hard as steel, flowing golden light under the sun, making him look like a golden saint walking in the world, mighty and unyielding!

With a body height of more than two meters, broad shoulders, and burly and powerful arms, all of them reveal the strength of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

What's more, his standard soul ring, shining with yellow, purple, black, and red light, further magnified this feeling, like a humanoid crocodile.

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, a row of crocodile-like inverted triangular sharp teeth were revealed. Golden Crocodile Douluo bowed his upper body slightly, and the crocodile's long tail swung behind him. The noisy air waves left a pair of deep footprints on the ground, and the whole person rushed straight to Yang Ming at supersonic speed!

"Hoo hoo!"

The sound waves that surpassed the speed of sound roared into the ears, and the endless gusts of wind poured down, distorting the sunlight falling from the sky into a scene full of ghosts and ghosts. Golden Crocodile Douluo came like a demon descending into the world, carrying a heavy fist that shattered everything.

In front of the giant fist, the air was squeezed to the limit, and there were even low groans that could not bear the huge force, and the space cracks were torn open forcefully.

This punch can explode a mountain!

This is the strength of a level 98 Title Douluo!

This is also the reason why Golden Crocodile Douluo has so far subsided to the Great Priest Qian Daoliu!

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flashed violent excitement, and the corners of his mouth raised wantonly, because he could already foresee the scene where Yang Ming's head would be blown off by him in the next moment!

This feeling of killing the proud son of heaven in advance can excite him for a long time every time.