"Douluo's fifth skill, love dance!"

This is the strongest move among his own Doulogi Techniques.

However, this is only for the moment. In the future, he wants to develop Douluotech into a Tangmen Town Martial Arts.

There is no way to have only five styles, and there will be the sixth style and the seventh style in the future...

He wants to make Doulogitech an extension of his future martial arts.

Let the word Douluo resound throughout the Central Plains.

This move is a martial arts he has created for a long time and has been improving it.

At that time, after his deceased wife died, Tang Jian adopted Tang Wu.

After memorizing day and night, I couldn't help but understand this move.

This move already contains artistic conception.

In an instant, the void changed color and Zhang Jing frowned.

He felt something was wrong.

He seemed to feel a feeling of sadness.

With the movements in Tang Jian's hands, an illusory figure of a woman gradually condensed in front of him.

The woman couldn't see the specific appearance clearly, and could only see the red robe on her body moving with the wind.

"Then, is it the woman the adopted father has always loved?"

In front of a palace in the Tangmen, a young woman was watching the illusory figure in the sky, and suddenly felt a little throbbing in her heart.

Her name is Tang Wu, and this name was given by her foster father.

When she first thought the name was very good and she liked it very much.

But later, she gradually discovered the meaning of this name and no longer thought so.

It turned out that she has always been a substitute for that woman, and she was adopted by her adoptive father only if she looks like her.

"Junior sister," Tang San pursed his lips and wanted to reach out and hold Tang Wu's hand.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't move.

Although he had some feelings for Tang Wu, he did not dare to anger his master.

He always knew that the woman in front of him was the master's forbidden body and reverse scale.

Therefore, he has always kept this relationship deeply in his heart.

Don't dare to reveal it.

Tang Jian's eyes were filled with tears, and he reached out to hold Xiao Wu's illusory hand.

"You are back?"

Xiao Wu in front of her did not answer, but just looked at him with a smile.

Tang Jian knew that all this was fake.

In the world, illusory snowflakes fall, bursts of sadness stirred.

Lord Zhang's face was plain and he held the Hongchen Knife with one hand.

As for artistic conception, he will do it.

"The ten directions of nirvana are extinct!"

Lord Zhang's eyes were red, his mind was instantly occupied, and he entered a state of awakeness that was neither sad nor happy.

He hasn't used this move for a long time, but it doesn't hinder it. This move is his bottom-up method.

Tang Jian let go of Xiao Wu's hand, and the woman in red slowly floated in the sky.

As they were moving, they seemed to be dancing.

But in a flash, he arrived near Zhang Jing.

At the same time, Lord Zhang was also ready.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Zhang Jing's mouth gently raised,

Then, he suddenly cut off.

"boom……"

This is a very light sound, not as good as the movement of the innate masters fighting.

The illusory figure of a woman was like a bubble under Zhang Jing's path.

With a light poke, it turned into nothingness.

It seems that it has never appeared in this world.

In terms of artistic conception, Zhang Jing’s artistic conception of blood sea is much stronger than that of Tang Jian.

"This... Xiaowu."

Tang Jian looked at this scene in disbelief, his strongest method.

The artistic conception he placed high hopes on was so vulnerable under Zhang Jing's knife.

How can he accept this?

After the shock, there was unstoppable panic and fear.

The strongest methods were easily broken by Zhang Jing, so what else could he do?

Although Tang Jian is also a character, fear inevitably appears between life and death.

Zhang Jing's sword continued, and the illusory artistic conception could not be blocked even slightly, and was crushed by Zhang Jing.

"Sect Master," the short old man saw this scene.

Without thinking, he directly burned his golden elixir and instantly burst out with a strong force.

The short ruler, which was about two feet long, exploded again.

The old man came to Tang Jian at an extremely fast speed and protected him.

"boom……"

A terrifying knife slashed over the huge ruler and said "click".

The short ruler at the core was broken, and blood flowed out of the old man's seven orifices.

This ruler is one with his mind and spirit. Now he has suffered severe damage and has also suffered great damage.

"Master, go quickly!"

The old man roared and pulled the somewhat dull Tang Jian back to reality.

"Uncle," Tang Jian looked at the scene in fear.

A blood-colored sword light covering the sky was slashed like a demon.

A short figure stopped him and blocked this fatal blow for him.

Tang Jian will never forget this scene, and this scene will always be remembered in his heart.

At this moment, Tang Jian was filled with regret and shouldn't have gone to Shangyong at the beginning.

We shouldn't have offended Zhang Jing, a killing god, otherwise how could the Tang Sect have such a disaster?

It was him who carried forward the Tang Sect and occupied Lingchuan Mansion, and the limelight was unparalleled.

It was also him who brought the Tang Sect into the abyss, and countless Tang Sect disciples would wail under Zhang Jing's knife.

"The sect leader is there, and the Tang Sect is there. When the sect leader is dead, the Tang Sect has no hope, leave!"

The blood squeezed in the short old man erupted.

My whole body was dyed bloody, and there were constant "Crack" sounds on my body.

Tang Jian knew that the bones on my uncle's body were being squeezed and broken.

It is conceivable how huge the uncle was suffering at this moment.

"Zhang Jing, I'm irreconcilable with you. One day, I will return everything you have done to me, Tang Sect!"

Tang Jian shouted angrily, then burned his blood and wanted to leave here.

But how could Zhang Jing let him go so easily?

Such a guy who hates him so much stares at him all the time, Zhang Jing feels that he is a little restless even when he sleeps.

Therefore, Tang Jian must die!

"Hehe... naive," Zhang Jing chuckled faintly.

In the sea of ​​clouds, blood was rolling, and a blood-colored dragon that was larger than before poked out its dragon head.

The energy firmly locked Tang Jian's body. At this time, even if Tang Jian wanted to burn the qi and blood, he could not leave.
To be continued...