Douluo's Gourd

After the previous contact, Wang Xiaofeng vaguely found out the background of the other party.

Although the strength of the man in front of him is not much weaker than him, and he is more powerful as a soul master, but the speed of the man is not so fast, and the reaction ability after the baptism of the fourth spirit ring is even more overwhelming. Therefore, Wang Xiaofeng Prepare to rely on Shunpo to launch a fierce attack on him.

As for his shortcoming of being half a beat slower than Wang Xiaofeng's, the young man was also very clear, so he didn't do those useless dodges, and he danced the bloody scythe in his hand so tightly.

An inch long and an inch strong, an inch short an inch dangerous.

Any attack that Wang Xiaofeng made before the fist print was about to touch the man's body would be counterattacked by him with a stronger offensive.

Facing the advantage of short hands, Qi Wuhun was urged to the extreme by the young man.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

With the dazzling attacks and defenses of the two, the crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting almost became one.

"clang!"

Wang Xiaofeng held the gourd tightly with his left hand to block the blood-colored scythe again. Along the way, the young man only felt his body tilt, and immediately chopped the scythe to the side, but he only used seven parts of his strength for each attack, and the rest The three-point force allowed him to switch from chopping to stirring in time, and the attack direction of the giant scythe changed again, slashing towards Wang Xiaofeng's side.

"It's late." Wang Xiaofeng chuckled, although he didn't expect the opponent to change the attack temporarily, but he has already mastered the rhythm.

Because at this time, Wang Xiaofeng was already within half a meter of the young man.

The scalp-numbing soul power once again condensed on the fist, and with a fierce wind, it smashed hard on the opponent's bloody scythe.

"Oh!"

This sudden explosion, almost like thunder, exploded violently in the forest.

Zhao Wuji's eyes passed through the powder mist and landed on the place where the voice came from, he said helplessly: "It seems that there is a real fire, Flender, don't you care?"

Flender narrowed his eyes and showed a fox-like smile: "Where are we now? The little cat and the little rabbit are the ones who are really ruthless. They are going to fight in the next three ways. This time, Boy Meng is going to give birth. Psychological shadow."

"call."

In the explosion mixed with smoke and powder mist, two figures suddenly rushed out.

Wang Xiaofeng stepped back nearly ten steps one after another, leaving a dozen and a half inch deep footprints on the ground.

The young man was also uncomfortable. The blood-colored scythe in his hand suddenly trembled violently. It forcibly escaped from his hand in mid-air, and landed obliquely on the open space not far away.

Fortunately, the Scarlet Scythe is a Martial Soul, which can be summoned back by consuming soul power, otherwise, just this one blow would have almost crippled most of his combat power.

"Cough..." Wang Xiaofeng coughed lightly, rubbed his sore right hand, and slowly calculated the difference in strength between the two sides.

The opponent's scythe is too restrained in melee combat, because it is not a life-and-death battle, so it is not easy to use a long-range move like heavy impact, which is not light or heavy.

'Is this the leader secretly cultivated by the big forces? It really is amazing. '

Although it was the first time he really relied on himself to face a soul king, Wang Xiaofeng didn't feel the slightest timidity, instead, his chest was filled with a fiery fighting spirit.

"Boy, report your name." Although he had already read the materials of Shrek's students, his voice at this time showed that the man had really put Wang Xiaofeng on an equal footing.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before letting others report your name? Besides, you've already read our information." Twisting his neck, Wang Xiaofeng said indifferently.

The young man paused, it was the first time he was bullied by someone other than Meng Zhutou, "If you don't want to talk, I won't ask."

Hearing the increasingly quiet sound of fighting not far away, the young man also knew that it was time to decide the outcome, so he proposed: "Let's decide the outcome with one move next."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded and said, "No problem."

The battlefield was divided into four parts, except for Ma Hongjun who didn't know the situation, the other two places should be almost the same, so there was no need to procrastinate.

The surging soul power was rising steadily on the young man's body, and a tyrannical aura surged out of his body at this moment.

One, two, four, and three of the spirit rings suddenly lit up under this breath.

The bloody scythe was held on his shoulders, his legs were slightly bent, and the ground under his feet couldn't bear it, and gaps began to spread.

"Octopole-Instant"

"Boom!" Wang Xiaofeng slowly raised the sole of his foot, and then stepped down suddenly.

With the sound of a violent energy explosion, Wang Xiaofeng's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and within two breaths, he approached the young man across a distance of tens of meters.

Looking at Wang Xiaofeng whose speed had doubled several times in an instant, the young man's expression changed abruptly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stared intently at the ever-bigger fist mark that gradually enlarged in his pupils.

"Why is he so fast? Shura..."

Before the young man could stop him, a pair of not-so-big fists appeared in front of him, and hit his face with a "bang", and flew backwards.

"Ahem!" The young man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of stars, his face was distorted, and it swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was dizzy.

Wang Xiaofeng blew his fist, and said disdainfully: "Aren't you stupid? Although the outcome is determined by one move, which fool will wait for you to use your big move."

"I admit defeat." The young man was silent for a while, then got up and said: "I approve of you, next time, I will never lose."

"Uh-huh."

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