Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

The bald, burly man missed his target, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned around to give chase.

The fat man's earthenware jar also flew out of his hand, spinning rapidly in the air before crashing down on Su Mo.

The female soul master turned pale the moment she saw Su Mo heading straight for her.

But she was, after all, a Soul Master, and her strength was not weak. At the critical moment of life and death, she gritted her teeth, her third Soul Ring flashed, and she frantically urged her Soul Power.

Countless black vines burst forth from the ground in front of her, each as thick as a baby's arm, like living snakes, spreading out to coil around Su Mo!

However, Su Mo had no intention of dodging or slowing down at all.

He didn't even swing his sword to strike.

Suddenly, his body spun around like a top, crashing straight into the vines.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss...!

The black vines snapped inch by inch the moment they touched the black-gold sword wings.

Black sap splattered everywhere, and broken vines fell to the ground, still wriggling slightly.

"What! Help me!"

The female Soul Master's pupils constricted, and she screamed in terror. She continued to urge the vines on, trying to stop Su Mo.

Her only method of attack is to entangle the enemy with vines and then drain their life force.

Once the vines are broken, she is a lamb to the slaughter.

However, no matter how many vines there were, they were all useless against Su Mo's black sword wings.

In the blink of an eye, Su Mo arrived in front of the female Soul Master.

A flash of sword light!

The female soul master felt a chill on her neck.

She wanted to speak, to shout, to beg for mercy.

But no sound could be produced.

Because her throat had been completely cut open.

"Uh...uh..."

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and she covered her neck with both hands.

next second.

Her head slid off her neck and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling twice. Her wide eyes were filled with endless terror and resentment.

The headless corpse fell straight forward and crashed to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, Su Mo had already created distance again, flying back into the air and dodging the attack from the bald man and the fat man.

He hovered in the night, his black and gold sword wings slowly flapping behind him.

He knew that the real battle was yet to come.

The other two had much higher soul power levels than him, one at level 55 and the other at level 54.

He himself had just acquired his third spirit ring.

Moreover, maintaining the increase requires a constant consumption of soul power, and a protracted battle is very disadvantageous to him; a quick victory is necessary.

At this moment, the bald, burly man looked at the headless female corpse on the ground, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

It wasn't because he felt sorry for that female soul master.

They are fallen soul masters, and they never show any affection to each other.

The only reason they gathered together was to fight against the Spirit Hall's enforcement team.

After all, more people mean more strength.

What truly enraged him was that a mere brat who hadn't even reached the Soul Venerable level had actually killed two people right in front of him!

This is simply disregarding him, a Soul King!

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blood Bat Shattering Sky Chant!"

Chapter 20 Comprehending the Way of the Sword

The bald, burly man roared, and the fourth soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

The phantom of the blood-red bat suddenly expanded several times its original size, opened its blood-red maw, and roared towards Su Mo's direction!

Om-! !

Waves of sound erupted from the mouth of the blood-red bat.

The sound waves travel at extremely high speeds, cover a very wide area, and violently distort the air wherever they pass.

Su Mo's expression changed drastically; he had no way to avoid this attack.

He quickly folded the black and gold sword wings and held them in front of him.

boom--!!

An invisible, immense force slammed into Su Mo.

He felt his blood surging violently, a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, he flew backward from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins dozens of meters away, raising clouds of dust.

"Cough cough..."

Su Mo slowly propped himself up and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for the dual defenses of the external soul bone and the Asura Blood Armor, this attack would have been enough to seriously injure him.

He gritted his teeth, and the black and gold sword wings on his back suddenly flapped, rising from the ruins and soaring into the air once again.

At this moment, he looked disheveled, his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

The bald, burly man not far away frowned. A Soul Master had been hit by his fourth Soul Skill, yet he had only suffered minor injuries?

"Fatty, this kid's suspicious. Don't hold back, all of you attack at once, and finish this quickly!" the bald, burly man said in a deep voice.

"Alright, big brother." The fat man responded and moved, his first spirit ring lighting up.

Not far away, at the corpses of the tall, thin man and the female Soul Sect member, the still-uncongealed blood seemed to be drawn together, turning into two streaks of blood that floated toward the pottery jar in his hand.

Fatty's first soul skill is called Blood Lure, which can absorb the blood around him. After drinking it, he can amplify himself. The stronger the blood, the stronger the amplification.

Although Su Mo was unclear about the specific effects of this soul skill, he would never stand idly by and wait for the enemy to finish preparing, especially for a soul skill that clearly required time.

Interrupting the spellcasting directly is the best option.

"Third Soul Skill, Asura Sword Prison."

Su Mo activated his soul power, and the third soul ring under his feet lit up.

Several streaks of blood-red light converged in the air, instantly condensing into dozens of small blood-red swords, which whistled towards the fat man.

The small swords instantly pierced around the fat man, trapping him in the center, and a blood-red sword array instantly formed.

Countless crimson sword energies surged towards the fat man from all directions.

The fat man was forced to stop absorbing blood.

He could only hastily drink the blood he had already inhaled. Even so, the effects of the blood of two Soul Masters far exceeded those of ordinary villagers, and his aura surged instantly.

However, he was completely unable to defend against the dense sword energy.

The sword energy slashed at his body, leaving deep wounds. However, he was horrified to discover that a strange corrosive sensation emanated from the wounds, causing his soul power to stagnate. That was Su Mo's martial soul, with its accompanying Asura power.

The fat man dared not delay any longer and urged the pottery jar with all his might, smashing it fiercely towards the sword formation barrier.

boom!

The sword formation barrier rippled, but remained completely undamaged.

The fat man gritted his teeth and slammed the hammer down again and again.

Outside the sword formation, Blood Bat Baldy was already locked in battle with Su Mo.

Soul power clashed, sword energy crisscrossed...

After dozens of rounds.

Click!

The sword formation below suddenly shattered.

A dark red pottery jar flew out from the sword formation and smashed straight behind Su Mo.

Su Mo sensed the danger behind him and tried to dodge.

However, it was in this moment of vulnerability that the bald, muscular man unleashed his fourth soul skill once again.

A wave of sound erupted, sending Su Mo flying and crashing heavily into the ceramic jar behind him.

puff.

Su Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

Several of the sword feathers on the black and gold sword wings were even knocked off and scattered around.

He propped himself up, planted the Asura Demon Sword on the ground, and clutched his aching chest.

His soul power was far inferior to that of the two opponents, yet he continued to use his amplifying soul skills.

His spirit rings have a high age limit, requiring a large amount of spirit power to be consumed.

At this point in the battle, he had less than 20% of his soul power left.

This battle also made him realize his approximate current strength.

He had only awakened his martial soul a year ago. Although his martial soul and spirit ring configuration were top-notch, his combat experience was still somewhat lacking.

Over the past year, although he had learned a lot of combat skills and defeated many opponents of higher levels, those were just daily sparring sessions, and he had never experienced a real life-or-death battle.

Moreover, most of his current soul skills are focused on amplification, lacking strong offensive methods.

Facing two ruthless fallen soul masters working together right now is bound to be a bit of a challenge.