Chapter 882 Guanyin Tears

"You two, are you sure you can beat me?!"

Tang San's eyes were cold, looking at the mother and daughter opposite with completely opposite auras, and with his free left hand, he grasped the summoned golden trident.

Covered in blood, he has a Shura sword in one hand and a golden trident in the other.

This also means that he will use all his strength from now on.

Bibi Dong sneered: "Back then, you relied on the status of God Shura to overwhelm us. Now that we are all about the same strength, you can only rely on the large number of people to bully the small people. Tang San, luck will not always be on your side. On your side."

Qian Renxue also followed up and said calmly: "It was those god kings who favored you back then, and even gave up two first-level gods. The so-called gods are not allowed to interfere with the lower world, and no god is allowed to commit suicide privately... But that's all It’s just bullshit.”

Tang San's temples twitched at the chorus of the two of them. He clenched the two weapons in his hands tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

He gritted his teeth and said: "That's nice to say! Wasn't it you, the angel god, who interfered with the lower world first?!"

As a result, Qian Renxue smiled softly, with a sarcastic look in her beautiful eyes, and said calmly: "You are so slanderous, but I was coaxed by that guy not to care about the war at Jialing Pass. Even if we did fight later, it would still be with us. When did that guy interfere with the lower realm when he was fighting with you?"

Tang San was furious: "You were one of the people who started the war. Don't you know what it meant to the Spirit Hall's army when you appeared as a god?!"

Qian Renxue was unmoved, and there was still a faint sarcastic smile on her lips: "I finally succeeded to the throne of God, and my heart is happy. Are you not allowed to take a look at the situation on the battlefield from a distance to satisfy my curiosity? Or are you someone who is so lenient that you even want to restrict my freedom of movement? Who are you, and do you deserve it?"

"Sharp teeth!" Tang San knew that he couldn't say anything, so he gritted his teeth and looked at Bibi Dong next to him with hatred, and asked angrily, "What about you, you are the murderer who directly started the war. Don't think I don't know, that's why you became a god. It will be more convenient to unify the Douluo Continent! If you interfere in the lower realm like this, as a law enforcer, if I don’t judge you, who will you judge?”

As a result, Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow: "I am the villain, are you trying to reason with the villain? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Tang San was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and the protruding veins on his forehead looked scary.

He waved the golden trident in his hand vigorously, and several waves of uncertainty were thrown out by him at lightning speed, flying towards Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong on the opposite side.

Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows, her wings swayed slightly behind her, and as she spun, her whole body turned into a flash of golden light and disappeared on the spot, leaving only pieces of fluttering feathers.

Naturally, the unsettled storm against her came to nothing.

On the other side, Bibi Dong also sneered and waved the sickle, not dodging or dodging, the purple flash passed away, cutting off all the undetermined waves.

Then he swung the scythe in a circle with both hands nimbly, then quickly rushed towards Tang San with the scythe in hand.

The speed at which the God King exploded with all his strength was so terrifying that Tang San only had time to raise his golden trident and block it in front of him.

But before Bibi Dong's attack came, he noticed that his "perspective" seemed to be pulled up into the sky uncontrollably, as if there was something there that was firmly attracting his attention.

And he saw Qian Renxue whose body and wings covered the sun in the divine world, allowing only the light to pass through the gaps between her wings, leaving a sacred silhouette.

See her eighth platinum-gold soul ring that lights up!

"Tang San!"

Her solemn voice echoed throughout the Kingdom of God.

"Come forward and be ordained!"

The eighth soul skill!

At this point, with the "power of angelic praise", recite the "poetry of sacred songs"!

Countless white feathers floated in the sky for a moment.

Then in the singing of young children.

In his sight that slowed down.

When he raised his sword and turned sideways.

The feathers suddenly turned into countless platinum cross swords, pouring in like falling rain.

Tang San's pupils shrank, and the murderous protector around him collided with those platinum cross swords, making a clanging sound.

The sickle that Bibi Dong slashed down also connected heavily with his golden trident at this moment.

Amidst the clanging sound, the purple-red light dispersed from the sickle like thick fog, spreading towards him like the minions of the evil spirit, but was forced to avoid it because of the obstruction of the murderous aura.

Tang San's jaw was numb from the force of this attack, and the golden trident almost came out of his hand.

It was not easy for him to wrestle with Bibi Dong in front of him and at the same time develop murderous aura to resist those cross swords.

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What's more, the weird purple-red mist is extremely corrosive, like the natural nemesis of his murderous aura.

He could clearly feel that his murderous intent was being corroded at an unimaginable speed, and when he was overwhelmed, he was scratched by the cross sword that took advantage of the situation.

What's even more hateful is that a cluster of white-gold flames suddenly burned on his left hand holding the golden trident. The burning pain that penetrated into his soul made him couldn't help but "hiss". As soon as he let go of his hand, the golden trident was like this. Falling straight down.

Without any barrier, Bibi Dong's sickle was pointed directly at Tang San's throat.

With no other choice, Tang San had no choice but to retreat immediately, and at the same time spread out the eight white Poseidon wings behind his back, making his retreat even faster.

But at this moment he saw the white feathers floating all over his body.

The feathers fluttered and then slowly stopped.

Then, with the singing sound that penetrated his mind, he looked back in alarm and surprise.

Qian Renxue held up the huge holy sword filled with holy fire and struck him hard on the head!

The blazing platinum flames exploded violently, almost filling the sky.

The figure with eight pairs of wings stained with the inextinguishable holy fire fell at such a rapid speed, and then landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

Bibi Dong slowly floated not far from Qian Renxue, holding the sickle and looking at her warily: "Your strength... is very wrong."

Qian Renxue glanced at the nine circles of purple-red light behind her head, and said casually: "After all, I have one circle more than you."

Bibi Dong looked at the ten white-gold soul rings behind her head: "..."

"Cough, cough..."

The sound of coughing and choking came from the smoke and dust below, attracting the attention of the two women.

The smoke gradually dispersed, revealing Tang San's embarrassed figure half-kneeling on the ground with his Shura sword in hand.

The eight pairs of wings behind him drooped dimly, with some embers of the holy fire still burning.

He wiped away the trace of pale golden blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but the blood randomly flowed out again.

So he no longer raised his hand, but stared straight at Qian Renxue in the air, and then suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect...you were still hiding your strength before...ahem..."

He said with a smile, but he couldn't help but cough twice.

Qian Renxue looked at him indifferently: "If you can hold on for a little longer, you might be able to see me exhausted and exit the state of "sincere detachment." "

Tang San was startled, and murmured in disbelief: "So your ability to surpass the God King in this way... is just the function of a soul skill?"

Qian Renxue: "Yes and no."

Such an ambiguous answer made Tang San silent for a long time.

After a long while, he laughed out loud again: "Really... really... why..."

He lowered his eyes and sneered.

"But I didn't lose to you, I lost to him."

Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows. Just when she was about to say something, she saw Tang San below suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of sternness.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and the light golden blood flowing out condensed into a ball under the control of the crane and the dragon.

Then he suddenly threw it towards Qian Renxue.

Guanyin has tears.

Guanyin tears!

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