Chapter 618： Wang Feng appeared, Ghost Douluo! (Eight) (1/2)
Suddenly, several people were stunned.
Even the black-robed old man was taken aback. With the pressure of his soul power, it was impossible that the soul emperor could resist and protect him.
Even Contra could not stop it.
This little girl can resist and stand up!
Even at this moment, Zhu Zhuqing didn't know that she was in a limit state at this time, activating some of the abilities of Meteor Tears, and bursts of warm current echoed all over the body.
In fact, Zhu Zhuqing has never encountered such a situation...
In the past five years or so, although she has also fought, how could she face the pressure of the titled Douluo-level spirit power?
It was just like when Wang Feng used the spirit power of the Contra and Title Douluo to forcefully activate Meteor Tears, raise the level of spirit power, or improve physical fitness.
However, Wang Feng was active, and Zhu Zhuqing was passive. This happened only once in five years.
”Somewhat weird.”
The black-robed old man sneered, his figure flashed, and he attacked Zhu Zhuqing directly.
His speed is so fast that even Zhu Zhuqing can't react!
But at this moment.
A black mask suddenly appeared outside the crowd!
Bang bang!
The violent concussion suddenly sounded from the black mask, and the old man in black robe burst back, looking at the black mask with amazement, and then looking into the distance, his pupils shrank, and slowly said:
”Wang Feng, are you still alive?”
Words fall.
Several people were shocked instantly.
This black mask has been seen again in the past five years, and naturally they cannot forget it!
Zhu Zhuqing turned his head abruptly and saw a figure standing in the air in the distance!
There are two blood wings floating behind him, not only that, but also six pairs of superb black wings with superb light, each pair of wings exudes extreme evil energy fluctuations.
A simple spear gleaming with blood patterns stood quietly beside this figure.
The whole person exudes a fierce and fierce air of blood!
Black robe, white mask.
The shape of September 1st, once in the Papal Palace, appeared in front of everyone again like a peerless figure shining like a meteor.
No one can imitate every feature!
”It's Wang Feng!”
Dai Mubai opened his mouth, ”This shouldn't be a fake? He is really alive...”
Because he learned that the previous Wang Feng was pretending to be the Pope in white, he couldn't help saying this at this time.
”I just said, how could the Captain's Martial Soul not be used!”
Ma Hongjun said angrily, ”The Pope in white is too cunning, and he used those excuses to deceive us!”
When the person in front of them appeared, they hardly had any doubts.
Because of the opponent's current appearance, in this world, only Wang Feng can do it! You don't even need to say a word!
Zhu Zhuqing covered his mouth, staring at the figure blankly, unspeakable fluctuations in his heart.
”It seems that His Majesty the Pope expected well, you actually came to the Star Dou Great Forest!”
The black-robed old man sneered, ”Looking at this breath, it seems that you have become a lot stronger? Let me see how much you have become stronger!”
”Phantom body!”
The old man's seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.
The whole person became a terrifying ghost more than ten meters high, holding a pitch-black sickle!
The whole body exudes a breath of death, and the spirit power fluctuates like a tide, shaking away in the surroundings.
Ghost Wuhun.
A very powerful martial soul.
Moreover, the spirit power fluctuates very strongly!
Ninety-sixth level peak!