Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 343

If he can't wait for the incense to burn to the end, he will be consumed by the illusory fire dragon in his field, lose all soul power and perish. Hemingway, Hemingway, it's really rare that you forced me to this step.

However, I can't keep you. Even if you have become a flaw in my heart, I still want to kill you. You're terrible. Even if I am a God, I can also feel your horror. Really let you continue to develop, you can be sure that one day you will surpass me. And I never want to see that day come.

Hemingway fought with Qianren snow in various forms. At this time, Qianren snow finally gave up his dream of conquering him. She deeply felt that this man was impossible to conquer, even if there was a gambling agreement. If you don't kill him this time, he may not be strong enough to see him next time. At that time, I'm afraid he will be defeated.

Hemingway insisted and made perfect use of some imperfect weaknesses of qianrenxue himself. However, he also successfully provoked qianrenxue to kill in his chest. Decided not to give him any chance again.

But at this time, Qian Renxue's face suddenly changed slightly, because she was surprised to feel that Hemingway's fist after fist bombardment not only did not mean the decline of soul power, but was better than a fist. Before he blew out, he still needed to completely collide with the golden fire dragon released by himself in order to break it. At this time, even if it was only contaminated with boxing style, It can also easily break a fire dragon.

The speed at which the fire dragon rallies and attacks again is far less than that of Shanghai Mingwei. How is this possible?

Suddenly, qianrenxue had a flash in her mind and understood. What a Hemingway. He didn't give up under such circumstances. He even used haotianzong's chicken rib random cloak hammer method. But also ingenious to punch instead of hammer, people have to say a word of service.

Qianren snow was not happy to find it. However, Hemingway's random cloak hammer method had also swung a full 80 fists. While he waved his last fist, all the surrounding fire dragons disappeared. The six winged angel, also the body of Qianren snow, had six wings on its back. The whole human body was like a transparent one, rushing towards him with a dazzling golden tail flame.

After this moment of rest, qianrenxue not only gasped, but also raised her divine power to the most powerful level. Without using artifact, it was almost her strongest attack.

It was Hemingway's last punch in the cloak dance that greeted her. The golden light on his fist suddenly converged and disappeared when Hemingway hit the last punch. His whole person seemed to become illusory in the air. Behind Hemingway, a disc-shaped virtual shadow flashed out.

It was a red disc, completely blood red, full of infinite killing. In that red, there is a special breath fluctuation. The breath of the surrounding Angel field was temporarily pushed back. All the power of Hemingway's punch is just the snow condensing to the front.

Eighty one fists in one, power superposition.

Although the power of each punch was weakened because it wanted to destroy a fire dragon, at this moment, when the 81 punch broke out, Hemingway also released all the energy condensed when his eighth Soul Ring exploded. There is no doubt that this is also the strongest blow he can achieve at present.

With the strongest touch, Hemingway's eyes opened just before the collision. From his eyes, two red and golden lights were emitted. Even a strong man like Qianren snow had no time to dodge in the process of rapid collision between the two sides under the condition of such a close distance. By the two red and gold rays.

Shennian was shocked. Qianrenxue only felt as if two sharp needles had stabbed into his brain. At this moment, the powerful shennian became disordered. The original attack of 12 points was sharply reduced by 4 points, leaving only 8 points at most. Even her angel field fluctuated violently because her divine mind was stimulated.

Boom, like the collision of eternal antiquity, like the roar of epoch-making.

Hemingway's fist covered with armed color was like a red golden angry dragon, which blasted a thousand feet of snow. At this moment, relying on the power of random cloak hammer and explosive ring, he forcibly raised his armed color hegemony to the divine level.

Hemingway knew that if he could keep the armed color domineering like this all the time, he would be God.

In the middle of the sky, a crack suddenly appeared in the completely golden sky. A figure swooped down from the sky and fell heavily on the ground. The huge air wave blew a huge pit on the ground.

The golden light in the air converged quickly at this moment. There is no doubt that Hemingway rushed out of the crack and fell to the ground. At this time, he only felt that his bones were about to be broken, and the armed golden light covered all over was consumed.

However, Hemingway is still excited, because with his wisdom and strength, he has just broken the divine field. You know, that's a god level field!

Qian Renxue's body appeared in the air and fell slowly, and her face became ugly. Of course not because of Hemingway's mental attack.

Hemingway's spiritual power is strong, but the realm is too different. It is impossible for spiritual attack to hurt thousands of snow thoughts. But it is because of this that qianrenxue is angry. She is clearly a God, but in the process of fighting Hemingway, she has a powerful feeling of nowhere to use. He couldn't give full play to all his strength, and Hemingway broke his field.

You know, this is her first time to show her divine realm! This is not a good start anyway.

Hemingway closed his eyes when he entered the angel field. That's not because he felt that vision was useless in the divine field. He was clearly accumulating strength for spiritual attack!

"You're ready to use your mental impact against me, aren't you?" The snow fell thirty meters in front of Hemingway and asked coldly.

At this time, Hemingway was like a naked lamb, and there was no threat to her. And there was only the last bit of incense left. Of course, under the divine perception of Qianren snow, when it will go out is clear. She has two last questions for Hemingway.

Hemingway nodded and looked contemptuously at the snow, "Yes, I'm ready to use mental attack to deal with you. In my opinion, you won't let me fully display the random cloak fist technique and add 81 fists. With the power generated by my explosive ring, you are very sure to break your angel field with the help of the killing God field. You have two mistakes. One is that you didn't immediately use this fist as soon as the field was released The body attacked me.

At that time, I was the most vulnerable moment. I didn't even expect that, as a God, your reaction was so slow. You found out at last when my random cloak boxing was used.

So I broke your field. Although I didn't hurt you, it's enough for me. "

Qian Renxue smiled and laughed angrily, "Well, well, Hemingway, you are really a genius. However, I don't intend to accept you now. Because I find that I really don't have the ability to control you. Therefore, I must kill you now. Let your intelligence never be used on me in the future. The incense hasn't burned out and our bet hasn't arrived yet. It's not right for me to kill you now Default. "

As she spoke, she slowly raised her right hand, and the dazzling golden flame condensed into an angel sword in an instant. With a gentle wave of snow, Hemingway in front of her will disappear from the world immediately.

"Wait a minute." Hemingway suddenly said.

"Do you have any last words? The incense is about to burn out. You still have 30 seconds to express your last words. I have to admire your intelligence and strength. I'll give you this opportunity." Qian Renxue walked slowly towards Hemingway step by step with the Angel Sword condensed by divine power. Her speed is very slow, but in 30 seconds, she will come to Tang San and wave the sword.

"Thirty seconds? Thank you. In fact, I just want to tell you that I don't have the power to fight back. I actually have one last move. I just want to make another bet with you, and I can break your previous Angel defense with that move."

"Joke, do you think I'll be fooled by you? You don't have to delay. Well, you still have 20 seconds to break my defense, and maybe you can stick to the previous bet. Come on, let me see what attacks you have that can break my defense. Even if God wants to break my defense, he has to rely on artifact." Qian Renxue was very angry at this time. The reason why she didn't attack immediately was to recover a little dignity from Hemingway at this last moment when she had completely occupied the control position.

If Hemingway failed to break her defense and was killed by her sword, the flaw in her heart would be much smaller. You can also use this anger to kill Hemingway and leave no future trouble. So, as she spoke, the golden eggshell that had once appeared on her came again and wrapped her whole body tightly.

Hemingway nodded seriously, "I have to say that being a God really gives you great confidence and makes you blind. Well, let me teach you a lesson."

As soon as the voice fell, the red light surged, and Hemingway released his ghost white tiger spirit again. As Qian Renxue expected, Hemingway still had the power of the last blow. Before he exploded the seventh Soul Ring of the ghost white tiger, he was hit hard by the angel holy sword, but the eighth soul ring did not explode. Then he used the power of mermaid princess.

At this time, Hemingway displayed the eighth Soul Ring of the ghost white tiger.

What about the ring?

The power of the nether white tiger's fried ring is much smaller than that of the mermaid princess. How can qianrenxue believe that Hemingway will break his powerful defense when his body is seriously injured and his soul power is few?

Hemingway looked very calm after transforming the martial spirit. Qianren snow is still 15 meters away from him, and there are 15 seconds left, one meter at a time. This short distance is like death waving to him. Qianren snow was completely sure to kill Hemingway at the moment before the incense burned out.

Boom, as Qian Renxue expected, Hemingway blew up the last Soul Ring of his two martial spirits. While taking the eighth soul ring, he completely lost the red brilliance. At the same time, his consciousness communicated with the nether space and tried his best to extract the power of the dead!

Unfortunately, qianrenxue didn't think much of Hemingway's little moves. She never thought Hemingway could rise any waves.

Hemingway raised his right hand, exploded the last soul ring, and finally had the power of the last blow. With a puff, he spewed out a mouthful of blood. Miraculously, the mouthful of blood condensed on his hand. There was blood red energy gathering around, and finally the blood beads turned into a blood gun, about the thickness of small fingers, which looked unusually small.

But at this moment, qianrenxue suddenly felt that Hemingway seemed to have become a bloody magic gun!

The red light suddenly converged, and the fuzzy blood gun finally condensed into shape!

At this time, the snow was only ten meters away from Hemingway. Mingwei could even feel the burning of the golden flame on the angel sword, which was the burning felt by the soul.

However, Hemingway looked calmly at the bloody gun in his hand as if he hadn't seen a thousand feet of snow at all. "You should be honored, because I haven't used this move since I created it and because it costs too much."

He closed his eyes. This time, Hemingway really closed his eyes. The next moment, his whole person seemed to fall into nothingness. Even if it was a thousand feet of snow, he didn't see how he acted. The bloody small gun had quietly disappeared.

"You, Ming, God, gun!"

Qianren snow stopped, and the look on her face was frozen. Her eyes stared wide, her expression was completely stiff, and even the movement under her feet kept the appearance of stepping forward, but this step did not step out. It was hard to believe that she would appear on a God's face.

But Qianren snow looked like that at this time. Hemingway's body shook, but he didn't fall down. There was no blood on his face, but what showed in his eyes was the light of pride and victory.