Dou Po: I can upgrade everything

Chapter 196: One Enemy Three
Space and time are distorted in this Light Sacrifice Tower. Even a momentary difference will affect the latecomers from reaching the top.

Fortunately, the speed of Yang Shou's full firepower had surpassed the obstacles of the space in the Light Sacrifice Tower. In less than a few minutes, he was on the top floor of the Sacrifice Tower.

At the same time, the battle on the top floor had just ended, and three top fighting sects with considerable strength stood in front of the destroyed formation, wary of each other.

His arrival made the stalemate atmosphere even more subtle.

Yang Shou looked at the three people standing in a triangle in front of him, and it was not difficult to identify their identities.

On the left, a tall and burly man looks wary. He is wearing a set of silver robes. The silver robes are covered with thunder and lightning patterns. From a distance, it looks like a living thing, constantly flowing, even There was a vague sense of thunder coming out of him.

This person is the current direct descendant of Fenglei Pavilion and the future Lord Lei.

On the right is a man in black robes, about thirty years old, with a long sword on his waist. The swords around him are awe-inspiring, surrounding him, as if they are protecting him invisibly.

The next master of Wanjian Pavilion, the future Sword Master.

The red-haired man standing in the center has a thin figure, an angular face, and his blood-red eyes exuding hot fluctuations.

The owner of Fenyan Valley, Tang Zhen.

Unexpectedly, the competition for the treasures of the Light Sacrifice Tower could attract the young and strongest from the three major forces.

Since no one broke the deadlock, he, Yang Shou, was the one to break the deadlock.

"Everyone, there is only one Holy Glory Cauldron. How about we determine the outcome here and the winner keeps the treasure?" Yang Shou glanced at the three of them and laughed softly.

The man in silver robe with a thunderous temper said bluntly: "Then let's have a free-for-all, whoever wins will win!"

The taciturn swordsman in black robe nodded and responded: "Yes."

Seeing that both of them agreed with this method, Tang Zhen looked at Yang Shou with his bright red eyes, frowning slightly, but he had no objection.

"Three of you, I think you have misunderstood." Yang Shou shook his head and smiled, and then said: "I mean, if you three come together, I can solve it at once."

After saying these words, the other three people looked stunned for a moment, and then their expressions of anger rose as if they were being looked down upon.

"Friend, do you know what I'm talking about?" Lei Ming said slowly with an unkind look in his eyes.

Yang Shou glanced at Lei Ming and said, "I say, the three people present are trash."

After saying this, the peak aura of the Nine-Star Douzong surged out, overwhelming the three of them with its strength.

Tang Zhen, Jian Yan, and Lei Ming's expressions changed suddenly. They were all top-notch strong men, so they could naturally feel the aura exuded by the former, which was extremely threatening.

"Then let me weigh your strength!"

The impatient Lei Ming didn't say anything, and took the lead in attacking Yang Shou. His body flashed, and countless electric snakes danced. From a distance, it looked like the arrival of the God of Thunder, with a terrifying sound.

When Tang Zhen saw this scene, he was stunned and thought to himself: "He actually used the 'Thunder God Body' directly. It seems that Lei Ming wanted to crush the opponent with his tyrannical body."

Jian said nothing, but his eyes were always fixed on the white-robed figure blasting out like a silver cannonball. His face was solemn, and he was obviously very afraid.

Yang Shou was slightly surprised when he learned Lei Ming's thoughts and smiled coldly.

The Qilin beast pattern on the chest roared, and the thunder body opened.

Blue thunder and lightning burst out, and the infinite power of Qi and blood was injected into every part of his body, making his body even taller.

In the blink of an eye, the oppression of Lei Ming, which was wrapped around his body by thousands of silver snakes, came, carrying extremely violent thunder and crashing into him.

Yang Shou was fearless, stepping on the wind and thunder lotus in the sky with his feet, and rushed with the force of the shock, and the thunder suddenly sounded.

He saw a nearly [-]-foot purple unicorn standing behind him, looking up and roaring.

On the other side, the flashing thunderbolts on Lei Ming's body gathered into a nearly 200-meter silver python. It opened its bloody mouth, coiled its body, and wandered in a zigzag shape to kill.

The purple unicorn's hind hooves are as solid as the roots of an old tree, and its front hooves are raised high, and then stepped down fiercely, like a giant mountain falling from the sky.

The terrifying pressure that could suppress everything in the world erupted the moment it came into contact with the silver python.The silver python retreated instantly, unable to bear the weight of the Qilin's hooves, and then died with a mournful cry.

The difference is clear at a glance.

The silver-robed figure was like a broken kite, flying hundreds of meters upside down and hitting the tower wall, leaving a human-shaped depression and cracks spreading out like a spider web.

Lei Ming didn't even know what was going on. His head felt like it was being struck by a heavy hammer, making a buzzing sound. There were even two streaks of blood dripping from the wings of his nose.

Yang Shou was a little disappointed. He had not tried his best. The so-called Fenglei Pavilion body training and fighting skills were just paper tigers, far from being worthy of his attention.

Tang Zhen and Jianyan's eyelids twitched slightly. They never thought that Lei Ming would lose so quickly.

"He is really strong." Tang Zhen gave an intuitive evaluation in his heart, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Lei Ming came back to his senses and shouted: "Let's work together to deal with him first!"

After the words fell, Tang Zhen and Jianyan looked at each other and took action decisively!

Tang Zhen took a step forward, and unusually majestic red fighting energy burst out from his body.

The fiery red fighting spirit was like a burning cloud, covering the entire sky.

I saw firelight lingering on his palms. During this period, his palms gradually grew larger at a visible speed. From a distance, they looked like cattail fans.

"Pure Yang Fire Palm!"

A cold shout suddenly sounded.

Immediately, the flaming red palm strangely grew in size again. Tang Zhen waved his arm and struck the green shirt fiercely.

Not to be outdone, Jianyan took out the long sword worn on his waist.

He held the Fengming Sword in his hand, stretched out a finger and tapped the hilt lightly.

"Ding!"

There was a clear echo and the sword trembled slightly.

The sound of the wind is melodious, but actually it hides a secret.

The sound spreads like waves...

A ripple of sword edge suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, and sword marks slowly appeared in the void, from small to large.

Feng Ming Sword Mark!

One of the martial arts of Wanjiange Pavilion, Jianyan has reached the level of perfection in the hands of Jianyan. When the sword is slashed horizontally, the sword mark can break the space. Even if he is facing a strong person who has just entered Douzun, he will not be at a disadvantage.

Lei Ming's eyes were filled with coldness, and his previous defeat made him feel unhappy.

Only bright lightning suddenly flashed from his body, and countless silver lightning condensed into a [-]-meter thunder dragon.

"Thunder Dragon Electric Staff!"

The sound of loud shouts suddenly resounded from Lei Ming's mouth. Immediately, the thunder dragon transformed into a huge thunder staff, and the fluctuations it emitted were extremely terrifying.

The thunder staff appeared, without any hesitation, and struck down with an angry swing, aiming at the man in blue shirt suspended in the void.

The space the staff passed through was distorted, and harsh sonic booms continued to sound.

Looking at the three major killing moves that were constantly enlarging in his pupils, Yang Shou's heart was not disturbed at all. His indifferent expression showed no emotion at all. His hands moved like lightning, and afterimages flew around.

In the meridians, poison-type fighting energy, fire-type fighting energy, and wind-type fighting energy were all mobilized, like a flood, flowing along his arms and lighting up the words engraved on the palms of his hands.

(End of this chapter)