Chapter 309 Wang Zhao: Haozi, please be my stepping stone for the launch of my new alias!

At this time, Wang Zhao listened to Tang Hao's words and couldn't help but secretly "tsk tsk" twice.

As expected, his Death Scythe Martial Soul with only one soul ring is very confusing. Without suspecting any "twin martial souls", normal soul masters will inevitably have some contempt for him even if they are on guard against him.

After all, the traditional concept of soul rings in Douluo Continent soul masters is that unless it is the legendary blood-red 100,000-year soul ring, it is absolutely impossible for a soul ring to contain more than one soul skill.

Not to mention, although Wang Zhao's strange gray soul ring is a bit strange, it is not impossible for some people to think that it is a "10,000-year black soul ring" with a lower age or mutation...

And all this is exactly what he wants.

So.

Wang Zhao thought that he finally got a new martial soul that he could show off, and it would be unreasonable not to take this opportunity to open a "new vest".

He quickly thought of his identity as the "Son of the Spirit Hall" who had never been officially revealed. In this case, he could just use this identity to create a different "Dead Soul Scythe Spirit Soul Master" with his third spirit.

This vest is very unique. His spirit is a sickle, which has the attribute of dead spirits, but it is unusually not "cold", but warm like light; his spirit power level seems to be very high, but he only has a strange gray spirit ring; and his "soul skills" seem to be a lot, even ridiculously many, in fact, they are all spirit skills disguised as dead spirit magic...

Well, in this way, it is just right to distinguish the "Son of the Spirit Hall" from Wang Zhao's identity as the "Dragon King Hall Master".

In the eyes of the world, as long as the Spirit Hall has another world-class genius like "Dragon King Hall Wang Zhao", who has the demonic strength of the Titled Douluo level at a young age, it will undoubtedly bring great pressure to the group of guys who have been planning to form an anti-spirit alliance.

In disguise, it can also stabilize the status of Wang Zhao, a "traitor" hidden in the anti-spirit alliance camp.

After all, Wang Zhao knows very well that although Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye's group treat him kindly on weekdays and regard him as a sharp sword against the spirit hall, they are actually more afraid of him.

At least in recent years, Wang Zhao can clearly perceive that as the forces under the names of Dragon King Hall and Free Guild are getting bigger and bigger, their development has gradually been obscurely obstructed from many aspects. Not surprisingly, it is Xue Ye's feudal emperor "Old Goose" who joins Ning Fengzhi to restrict his development.

In this case.

Let the "Son of the Spirit Hall" put a little pressure on these guys who like to jump around, and Wang Zhao's life will be much more comfortable...

These thoughts emerged in Wang Zhao's mind when he quietly arrived here just now, so he summoned his Death Scythe Spirit, entered the scene "openly", and took the lead to injure Tang Hao who was about to leave, and then revealed his identity through the "Son of the Holy Order".

That's right, Wang Zhao's idea is to let this Tiantian Douluo, who once had a record of killing the previous Pope Qianxunji of the Spirit Hall, become a stepping stone for his Son of the Holy Son to "peak at the beginning" and become famous in one battle!

Of course, the premise is that Wang Zhao needs to force Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer first, and really hang the notoriety of "Fallen Soul Master" on him.

While thinking like this, Tang Hao's unparalleled iron fist had already arrived in front of Wang Zhao. Wang Zhao was not panicked at all. He just curled his lips and suddenly turned the Holy Scythe of the Dead Soul in his hand.

Seeing this, Tang Hao couldn't help but grin.

He thought that at such a close distance and Wang Zhao's current posture, it was impossible for the long-handled sickle of the Son of the Spirit Hall in front of him to directly cut him with the blade.

Even if he could do it, it would definitely be too late with his punching speed. If this Son who likes to play tricks is not stupid, he will definitely choose to block him with the handle of the knife.

In this case, it is time to compete for who has more power. In terms of power, Tang Hao, as a top power-type Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master, believes that he is not inferior to anyone. Even if he has not summoned his own spirit now, not everyone can touch him!

"Bang!"

Soon, as expected, Wang Zhao's necromancy sickle handle met Tang Hao's fist that was hitting in front of him. For a moment, neither side could do anything to the other, as if they were equally strong.

What...what? !

Tang Hao couldn't help but be surprised by this.

What's the matter with this Spirit Hall Saint? How can his power be so great?

There is no obvious sign of soul skill amplification on his body, which means that even if this Spirit Hall Saint does not use his own spirit, he can fight with him with his fists alone?

Tang Hao's heart was complicated, but his movements were not slow. Looking at Wang Zhao's hands tightly holding the sickle handle, he quickly used his other fist that was accumulating power at his waist.

You can barely compete with me in strength, perhaps because you use two hands to deal with my one hand, which is indeed enough to be proud of.

Tang Hao thought to himself.

At the moment, he only thought that the reason why Wang Zhao was able to block his first punch was because Wang Zhao held the handle of the Holy Scythe of the Dead Soul with both hands, using the strength of both hands to help him.

In this case.

If he uses his other fist, how will this Spirit Hall Saint respond?

In this tense atmosphere, Tang Hao suddenly heard a "Haha".

"Bang!"

Then, another explosion-like collision sounded. Tang Hao looked down and saw that Wang Zhao directly used his fist to fight him!

What the hell?

This Spirit Hall Saint has both hands... When Tang Hao's eyes glanced at Wang Zhao's Death Scythe, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that Wang Zhao had blocked his right fist with only one hand holding the Death Scythe, and the other hand was free, and he also clenched his fist to block his left fist.

Tang Hao finally raised his head slowly again.

Just then, Wang Zhao's face was full of smiles.

"You..."

"What about me?"

"Are you surprised by my strength?"

While talking and laughing, Wang Zhao quickly swung the Death Scythe in one hand, seizing the moment when Tang Hao was a little stunned, and quietly moved the blade up to his front.

Then, a sharp cut.

"Shua!!!"

Instantly, a deep cut appeared on Tang Hao's chest, and blood gushed out of Tang Hao's body like a water column.

"You, are just like this."

Listening to the mocking voice of "profound power" from the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall who was so close at hand, Tang Hao couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.