Douluo mainland Dragon God game

Chapter 12 Fudo Ming Wang Zao Wou-ki ([-])
Xiao Wu twisted her waist, and Zhao Wuji, who had lost his focus, was driven by her body to spin.

With both palms propped to the ground, and then a scissor kick to increase the backflip, Xiao Wu vowed to throw Zao Wou-Ki upside down with this blow, killing him with one blow.

However, the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny. The scene of Zao Wou-ki being thrown into the ground did not happen.

With a roar, he shattered all the blue silver grass wrapped around his body, stepped back on the ground with both feet, and then used brute force to forcibly stop Xiao Wu who was turning backwards and brought him back.

A dangerous breath came from behind, Zhao Wou-ki's face changed, and he shouted loudly, and the Vigorous King Kong Bear Wuhun instantly possessed him.

His body suddenly swelled, and his height was also increased by one meter in vain. A total of seven gorgeous soul rings, two yellow, two purple and three black, rose from under his feet, moving up and down around his body.

ding ding ding ding ding ding-

A burst of dense crisp sounds sounded behind him, it was the attack caused by Zhu Zhuqing's Youming civet spirit. At this time, Zhu Zhuqing's hands protruded with sharp cat's claws, his eyes changed color at the same time, the left eye was dark green, the right eye was orange-blue, and his hair It was tightly attached to its back, and during the movement, a series of afterimages appeared behind it.

After finishing the attack with one move, Zhu Zhuqing quickly ran away. As a combat soul master of the agility attack system, she knew exactly what she should do, that is: if one blow fails, she will flee thousands of miles away.

The attack just now failed to deal any damage to Zhao Wuji who had released his martial soul, but it made his body stagnate for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Wu tapped her toes lightly on Zao Wou-ki's shoulder, her soft body rolled down against Zao Wou-ki's back, her scorpion braid protruded out, and wrapped around Zao Wou-ki's left ankle.

The first soul ring was shining brightly, and the soul skill waist bow had been activated.

Waist bow, Xiao Wu's first soul skill, uses her own waist as the force point to throw the opponent out, and if successful, it can beat the target. It seems useless at first glance, but the actual effect is remarkable. If it is not for defense A soul master with astonishing strength is bound to be seriously injured.

The waist bow was activated, Xiao Wu raised her head vigorously and tried to turn Zao Wou-Ki over, her hands were like hand knives and cut across the elbow joints of Zao Wou-Ki's legs.

However, her strength was far inferior to Zao Wou-ki's. Even if she gritted her teeth and tried her best, and accurately cut the knuckles of Zhao Wou-ki's legs with the knife in her hand, it was impossible to hurt or shake Zhao Wou-ki at all.

On the field, Tang San had already landed on the ground at this time, seeing Xiao Wu's stalemate, he was in a hurry.

With a stride forward, with a wave of his hand, Zhao Wuji's body was instantly covered with thick blue silver grass vines, making his body stagnate for a moment when he was about to exert his strength.

This Blue Silver Grass appeared without warning, as if growing from Zhao Wuji's body, it was Tang San's second spirit ability, parasitic.

Parasite, Tang San's second soul skill, the soul ring is taken from a 600-year-old ghost vine. After using it, the spores of blue silver grass will float in the air, and the spores will attach to the human body. As long as Tang San gives an order, the blue silver grass will It will grow from the surface of the opponent's body, and then bind it tightly.

Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, Tang San rushed in front of Zao Wou-ki, punched Zao Wou-ki's chest, Zhu Zhuqing also attacked again, appeared behind Zao Wou-ki, two cat claws pierced Zao Wou-ki's ears and throat respectively.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't hide, he laughed loudly, puffed out his chest, and blocked it hard.

Tang San punched Zhao Wuji's chest, and the next moment, Zhao Wuji's laughter stopped abruptly.

The powerful impact imagined in his mind didn't happen, Tang San's punch that seemed to be full of strength was actually as light as nothing, not only that, there was a huge suction in his palm, dragging Zhao Wou-ki's upper body forward.

(End of this chapter)