Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Back then, both Tang San and his son harbored the idea of ​​killing him and actually took action.

Otherwise, why would he have left?

He didn't say anything more.

Since he still harbors those unrealistic fantasies.

Let him be!

His expression turned cold, and a bloodthirsty glint appeared in his eyes.

All of the dozen or so bone-piercing nails pierced through Ye Qiu's body.

"how come!?"

Ignoring Tang San's shock, Ye Qiu opened his mouth and spat out.

A fireball more than two meters in diameter, carrying billowing heat, hurtled toward Tang San.

Chapter 169 The defeated dog

Tang San's expression hardened, and the first yellow spirit ring beneath his feet lit up.

"The first soul skill, entanglement!"

call out!

Dozens of thick blue silver grasses, like vines, surged forward layer upon layer, intercepting the large fireball halfway.

Bang!

With a loud bang, all the blue silver grass was reduced to ashes.

Tang San's face paled slightly.

His gaze was fixed ahead, and he had just raised the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow in his hand.

Ye Qiu was no longer in front of him.

From the side, a blurry figure threw a punch at his face.

Xuanyu hand!

Tang San lowered his knees and twisted his hips, his jade-colored palm as hard as iron.

He met Ye Qiu's fist head-on.

“Hey~!”

Ye Qiu sneered, and frost suddenly formed on his right fist, covered with a layer of ice crystals.

Tang San frowned.

I don't understand what kind of soul skill he used.

His martial spirit should clearly be his eyes!

Snapped!

Their fists collided, producing a crisp sound.

Ye Qiu threw his other fist at him.

Just as Tang San was about to pull his left hand back, he suddenly felt a chill.

His pupils dilated in shock; his left hand had been frozen solid.

Their fists were joined together and frozen inside the ice.

Ye Qiu wouldn't let him create distance at will, turning into a porcupine or a jetpack warrior.

"Damn it!"

Tang San cursed angrily and fired the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow in his other hand directly at Ye Qiu.

"Hmm? Ha... You're really asking for it!"

Seeing that Ye Qiu neither dodged nor avoided his Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

A cruel look immediately appeared on his face.

In his view, such a close distance.

The arrows fired from Zhuge's repeating crossbow are so powerful that even the gods cannot dodge them!

"How is this possible! It missed... Ah!"

Tang San exclaimed in shock.

He watched helplessly as the arrow he had shot pierced Ye Qiu's body.

The imagined blood blossoms did not appear.

The arrow, as if slicing through the air, embedded itself in the ground some distance behind Ye Qiu.

"Ah... Pfft!"

When he was shocked.

Ye Qiu, however, showed no mercy.

His left fist was the color of cold jade, and it was covered with irregular ice blocks.

It looks like a transparent, hard boxing glove.

One punch smashed half of Tang San's face.

Blood was streaming from his nose, his face was a bloody mess, and he was spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were a little dazed, but quickly recovered.

The Purple Demon Eye was still flashing.

'No! I didn't miss just now; he passed right through my attack!'

As Ye Qiu used the connected ice blocks to pull him back, intending to let his head hit his fist again.

Tang San had already figured it out.

His face was ashen, and the muscles in his chest twitched.

The hidden trap was immediately triggered, unleashing a dense barrage of poisonous needles and a cloud of poisonous mist.

Since we can't hit the target with a stab, let's add poison!

"Hehe..." Ye Qiu sneered, still neither dodging nor avoiding, and punched Tang San in the face again.

"Impossible... Pfft!" Tang San spat out another mouthful of blood.

The bruised and battered areas on his face, soaked in the poisonous mist, caused a tingling, ant-like pain.

Ye Qiu punched his entire head backward.

With its head tilted back and its waist bent backward, it even appeared to float slightly in the air.

Unfortunately, Ye Qiu was holding her hand, so she couldn't fly backwards.

"How can this be!"

He opened his eyes, which were already lacerated and bleeding, and his eyeballs rolled as he stared intently at Ye Qiu, who had already inhaled his specially made poison gas.

How could he be alright?!

Ye Qiu threw a punch and smiled contemptuously.

Long before he consumed the two immortal herbs, the Fiery Apricot and the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass, he had already become immune to all poisons!

Without stopping.

Ye Qiu tried to pull Tang San back again, intending to use his blood-stained, flesh-stained icy gauntlets to deliver another punch.

The fist loomed larger in front of Tang San once again!

Panic and fear were already evident in his eyes.

His hidden weapons and poisons, which he had always been so proud of, were ineffective against Ye Qiu!

If this continues... he will lose!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Xiao Wu in the distance, looking over with a worried expression...

'No! We absolutely cannot lose!'

Tang San's eyes widened suddenly, and he hid his right hand behind his back.

Ye Qiu pulled him back with ease, and he gritted his teeth to meet Ye Qiu's iron fist.

The incoming fist, with its gust of wind, brushed against his wound, causing a burning sensation.

A smug smile appeared on Ye Qiu's face.

Tang San also gave a cold laugh, muttering something through his blood-stained lips.

"First Soul Skill! Entanglement!"

Whoosh! Dozens of thick blue silver grasses wrapped around Ye Qiu's right arm.