Douluo: Wuhun Jiuyou Beast, inheritance of the throne of destruction

Chapter 251 Tang San was seriously injured and unconscious, Tang Hao, who dares to touch my son!

"careful!"

Dugu Yan and others exclaimed.

The fragments of the Eight Spider Lance carried Tang San's last bit of strength and flew towards the Demon at an extremely fast speed.

The demon swung his scimitar to block the fragments of the Eight Spider Lance coming from the front.

However, there were still a lot of Eight Spider Lance fragments attacking from the side and rear, at an unimaginable speed. This was the terrifying aspect of the hidden weapon technique 'Bat Wing Reincarnation'.

It is powerful and the angle is very tricky, making it hard to defend against!
Those fragments of the Eight Spider Lance instantly severely damaged the demon, causing him to disintegrate instantly and turn back into Hu Liena and Xie Yue.

Not only that.

There were many fragments of the Eight Spider Lance, and not all of them attacked the "Demon". Some of them attacked Dugu Yan and the other three.

Although Dugu Yan and the others reacted quickly, they still suffered serious injuries. The power of the Eight Spider Lance fragments thrown by the "Bat Wing Reincarnation" technique was too great.

The demons were comparable to Soul Saints, yet they were still severely injured, making it even more difficult for them to resist.

All of a sudden.

A lot of people fell down on the ring. Only Ye Lingling and the defensive Soul Master who was protecting her were still standing. Everyone else was lying on the ground.

"Hehehe, I'm seriously injured, don't even think about having an easy life!"

A stream of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of Tang San's mouth, and he sneered grimly.

"You are too happy too early."

At this moment, a cold voice came from a distance, causing Tang San's expression to freeze. He cursed in his heart, "Damn it, forget about that stinky bitch!"

"Ahem, Lingling, please treat us quickly!" Dugu Yan said weakly with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yanyan, it will be ready soon!"

Ye Lingling's fifth soul ring lit up instantly, and the white-purple light illuminated the entire arena. Then a white light enveloped Dugu Yan and others, rapidly healing their injuries.

In just a few breaths, the injuries of Dugu Yan, Hu Liena and others were completely healed.

At this time, Tang San was already seriously injured and almost lost the strength to fight again.

After Yan stood up, he saw Tang San lying there without saying a word, just staring at them fiercely, and he immediately sneered.

"You damn eunuch, since you won't admit defeat, I will teach you a lesson!"

Yan did not give Tang San a chance to speak. He suddenly raised his hand, a strong soul power fluctuation surged, and the first soul skill "Hell Magma Rush" was released instantly.

In an instant.

The temperature on the ring rose rapidly, and balls of magma spurted out from under Tang San, blasting him away with the momentum of destroying everything, straight up several feet high!

Tang San, who was already seriously injured, was now bleeding profusely in mid-air.

The boiling magma corroded his body, and the wounds caused him excruciating pain. His internal organs were severely traumatized, and he became completely exhausted.

If it weren't for the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Spirit, which gave him extraordinary vitality, Tang San would probably be in danger of death.

Yan looked at Tang San who was struggling in pain in mid-air, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to continue attacking Tang San.

Everyone saw this scene.

Bibi Dong on the high platform had a calm look in her eyes, and had no intention of speaking out to stop them. Dugu Bo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei also had indifferent expressions.

On the one hand, they naturally favor their own team.

On the other hand, as long as Tang San, the captain of the Tiandou Royal Team, did not admit defeat in person, the game would not be over. Yan's attack did not constitute a foul, so they did not need to interfere.

Just as Yan was mobilizing his soul power and preparing to use his next attack skill, an anxious and loud voice suddenly came from the audience:

"Tian Dou Royal Team, admit defeat!"

This voice was like thunder from a clear sky, coming from the leader of the Tiandou Royal Team.

However, Yan had no intention of stopping, and the power of fire gathered crazily on his fist, hitting Tang San who was falling from mid-air fiercely.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly when she saw this.

The rules were set by the Spirit Hall. As the Pope, she could not allow her team members to break the rules in public, otherwise the dignity of the Spirit Hall would be gone.

Bibi Dong gave Guimei a look, and Guimei understood what she meant. In an instant, she turned into a blurry ghost and disappeared on the spot.

next moment.

The ghost appeared beside Yan, stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed Yan's arm, and the powerful soul power suppressed Yan so that he could not move.

Yan was startled and turned to look at Gui Mei, "Elder Gui, why are you stopping me? Tang San deserves to be beaten!"

The ghost had a blank expression on his face and said in a low voice: "The Pope has ordered that the rules of the competition must not be violated."

Although Yan was unwilling, he did not dare to disobey the order and could only stop with resentment, but the anger in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Followed by.

Tang San fell from mid-air and landed heavily on the stage.

He had fallen into a coma, with burns all over his body and his clothes stained with blood.

The leader of the Tiandou Royal Team flashed to the stage, squatted hurriedly, and began to check Tang San's injuries, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

Bibi Dong stood up, looked around the entire field, and slowly said, "In this match, the Spirit Hall team wins."

"The Spirit Hall team won the championship of this Continental Spirit Master Elite Competition!"

Her voice echoed throughout the arena. Although it was not loud, it had unquestionable majesty.

The audience was in an uproar, everyone cheered for the victory of the Spirit Hall team, and almost no one cared about Tang San.

Amidst the ear-piercing cheers.

The leader of the Tiandou Royal Team pretended to pick him up, wanting to take him away from the arena as soon as possible to receive treatment.

At this time, Tang San had burns in many places on his body, and blood was still oozing out of the wounds, staining his clothes red, and his face was pale.

However, he hasn't met Tang San yet.

The ghostly figure of Guimei came to his side as if teleporting and grabbed the arm of the teacher in charge.

The speed was so fast that it raised a gust of cold wind.

The ghost's mouth curled up into an icy smile, and he said coldly: "Tang San, you have to stay, you can't take him away."

Upon hearing this, the teacher in charge's face darkened.

He turned to look at Pope Bibi Dong on the platform and asked loudly: "Your Excellency Pope, what do you mean by this? The competition is over and the winner has been decided. Why do you still want to embarrass a seriously injured person?"

Bibi Dong's eyes were calm. "Tang San is the son of Tang Hao, and Tang Hao once killed the former pope of our Spirit Hall. The son has to pay for the father's debt. This is a private matter between Tang San and our Spirit Hall."

Her voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like a bombshell.

After saying that, Bibi Dong no longer paid attention to the teacher leading the team, looked at Gui Mei, and ordered: "Capture Tang San."

The ghost nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a powerful and domineering voice came from the sky, "Who dares to touch my son!"

The voice contained endless majesty and anger, as if it could break through the sky and make the entire stadium tremble.

at the same time.

Inside the Holy Son Hall, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and endless pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, with the breath of destruction and life swirling around.

"finally come."

(End of this chapter)