The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

Striding to the fighting stage, the feeling of restraint disappeared in an instant. Mo Wen held Mo Mei with his left hand and looked at the 'Wolf Warrior' in front of him with high fighting spirit. He thought that the feeling of being deceived was the most uncomfortable. Ning Rongrong was so young. It's quite a skill to play around with a group of arrogant young people.

Being surrounded by a group of people, Ning Rongrong still felt cold on her back and a dull pain on the back of her head. She didn't believe that so many people couldn't defeat a Soul Lord.

"Zhao Hao, the Fierce Fire Martial Spirit, the Level 37 Beast Martial Spirit and the War Soul Master, I will test your pretty face first. If you lose, get out of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!" said Zhao, the number one licking dog. Hao, with bulging muscles, short black hair and white training clothes, looks somewhat handsome.

"Mo Wen, Martial Soul Black Eyebrow Sword, level 35 weapon Martial Soul Battle Soul Master." Speaking of them, they are all from our own family, and the person in front of us can't tell which elder's descendant it is. It's better to save some face. Mo Wen holds the sword. Asked.

"You call this a sword? Hahaha, I've never seen a sword without an edge." Looking at the rectangular sword without an edge, Zhao Hao felt contempt in his heart. He guessed that Mo Wen just practiced faster.

Beast spirit soul masters don’t know anything about weapon spirit masters. They are as separated as mountains. Just because you know how to study martial spirits doesn’t mean you know how to fight. Even if you are knowledgeable, you don’t know everything. A person’s time and energy are limited. If the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Even if Ning Fengzhi could reach the title of Douluo, it would be impossible for him to have the Qiqiao Exquisite Heart he has now.

Mo Wen had heard quite a lot of such mocking words. When he was in Lanba Academy, many people were mocking him at the beginning. At that time, because his physical fitness was not particularly good, he was not in a hurry to add the first soul ring, so he could only rely on his sword. method to win.

Later, after three months of recuperating the body, and using the Holy Dao mind method to complement the body, I obtained a 460-year-old black bamboo soul ring, and finally I was able to diversify my attack modes and completely stand my ground.

Where does the good luck of a soul master in obtaining a soul ring come from? Every time he encounters the age that is just right, he always needs to break through himself. Unsurprisingly, Mo Wen succeeded. The so-called most suitable age is a fluctuating number. You have to start from Consider overall quality.

Hearing this kind of ridicule again, Mo Wen felt a little nostalgic for a moment. He took off his ink robe and threw it into Qing Yi's hands. Dressed in plain white Hu clothes, he looked at Zhao Hao opposite him calmly and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"As a soul master, you should have the most direct and profound understanding of your own martial soul. No amount of research can compare to your own experience. I know better than you whether Mo Mei is strong or not. Come on."

The two people raised two yellow and one purple soul rings at the same time, but Mo Wen's soul ring looked darker than Zhao Hao's, especially the 3000th year soul ring. One was lavender and the other was grape purple. There was obviously a difference. More than 5000 years ago.

Unfortunately, only Qing Yi, who had the highest level of cultivation in the audience, noticed this detail. Feeling the temperature and smell of the clothes in her arms, her thoughts became complicated.

"Come." Looking at Zhao Hao, who had a mane growing out of his neck and flames lingering all over his body, Mo Wen had a relaxed expression on his face. At a glance, there were weaknesses everywhere. As long as he hit one of them, Zhao Hao would lose his fighting ability. .

"Roar!" He let out an angry lion's roar, Zhao Hao stared at the pretty face in front of him, and his first and third soul rings lit up.

The first soul skill: Wild Lion Fire!

The third soul skill: Flame Wind Bullet!

Released at the same time, a flame bomb was swept by the wind and headed straight for Mo Wen's face.

"Disperse!" A golden talisman condensed on Mo Wen's index finger, which was the character 'dispersion' in Xiaozhuan. With a slight push from his fingertip, the golden character met the flame bomb. The flames dissipated instantly, blooming and blowing like fireworks. took off his robe.

Like the hand of a god, Ning Rongrong was stunned. Is this what my father wants me to learn from this bastard? He is so handsome and stylish. His heartbeat is racing. His mind is no longer on how to let the licking dogs teach Mo Wen a lesson. But how to get Mo Wen to teach her this skill?

The other licking dogs watching the battle were also stunned. The 3000th soul skill, the pretty boy didn't even use the soul skill. He just said one word and sent out a small golden dot and it really disappeared.

Zhao Hao, who faced Mo Wen directly, had a face full of disbelief. The level 37 soul power used half of his soul power plus the bonus of the first soul skill, and only caused a ball of sparks. He shouted, "Impossible!"

He stepped forward, his first and second soul rings lit up, and his second soul skill: Fiery Claws. His muscles tensed up, his nails became extremely sharp, and red flames surrounded his whole body, carrying the aura of death together.

After a small test of the ability he had learned last night, Mo Wen did not use it this time. His eyes lit up with golden light, and he looked at the heat wave coming towards his face. He held his right hand on the hilt of the sword. At the moment of contact, he drew the sword and slashed, and there was a streak of ink-colored light. Crossed.

The two people were staggered, Zhao Hao's eyes widened, Mo Wenfeng was light and dark, his eyebrows were sheathed, and he stood still without even moving.

Just when the licking dogs were confused, their eyes rolled up and they lost control and consciousness of their bodies. Zhao Hao fell straight down and fell heavily on the fighting platform. It hurt even when he landed on his face.

It only took one sword to kill Zhao Hao, a high-level soul master, in an instant. It seemed that he had not used all his strength, and the atmosphere became solemn for a while.

With red hearts almost popping out of her eyes, Ning Rongrong felt that the sword cultivator was so handsome for the first time. She had never felt this way before when she saw Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo duel.

During the torture, the sword cultivator is the most handsome. The enemy goes all out. The sword cultivator is calm and calm. When the two intersect, the sword light flashes past. The enemy falls unconscious and falls to the ground. The sword cultivator puts away his sword and does not care. He is so handsome and direct. Break through the sky.

"So handsome!"

"Huh?" A group of licking dogs looked at the rosy-faced Ning Rongrong. They couldn't believe that they heard such words. When they came, they were still bitter and resentful. Why did they surrender to the enemy now? Goddess, who are you? Which side.

Covering her face, Ning Rongrong felt like she couldn't see anyone anymore. Why couldn't she control herself and shouted out? The exposed skin suddenly turned red.

Their home was stolen, and a group of licking dogs were filled with indignation. They pushed the crowd away with thick arms. A young man in his 20s came out and shouted, "Jian Hao, Wuhunpipixiang, Level 42 Beast Wuhun Battle Soul Master ,Please advise."

Compared with Zhao Hao, Jian Hao's cultivation level is stronger. He is considered to be one of the top five figures among the younger generation of Qibao Glazed Sect. What usually bothers him the most is those guys who are handsome in battle. This is a permanent pain in his heart.

"Please give me some advice." When people treat me with respect, I will return the favor. Mo Wen also raised his hand to say hello. He has not yet taken back his soul ring. He is ready to try his soul ring skills to deal with this soul sect.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings rose up. At this time, someone noticed something was wrong. There was no comparison just now and no one thought much about it. Now that Jian Hao released his own soul rings, someone saw that the last soul rings of the two people were actually the same color. .

"Look, that pretty boy's third soul ring is actually the same color as Brother Hao's fourth soul ring. How did he do it!"

A group of people glanced between the two people, and finally came to an astonishing theory. Mo Wen's third soul ring was 5000 years old.

"I have long heard that he is the number one genius in the mainland. I thought it was a false reputation before, but now it seems that he really has real talent and learning. Use all your strength. If you lose, kneel down and apologize to Goddess Rongrong!" Jian Haowu The soul-possessed body turned purple, and its skin was wrinkled and very rough.

Shaking his head, Mo Wen expressed his rejection. Jian Hao seemed quite mature at first, but his words sounded childish. He didn't see that there were several older people standing there, and he didn't even want to comfort him. Ning Rongrong.

"Could it be that you're scared." Jian Hao was furious after being rejected. His first and second soul rings lit up at the same time. Purple light lingered all over his body, and his body swelled up. He bounced on the spot and came through the air.

"It's not that I'm afraid, and you can't beat me." Mo Wen's aura surged, and he pulled out the Black Eyebrow Sword. His third soul ring lit up, and his third soul skill: ten consecutive thrusts.

The rectangular sword edge pressed against Jian Hao's belly, sinking deeply into it. The force was not exaggerated, but acceptable. Then the second soul ring lit up, and the second soul skill: Arc Slash.

Together with Jian Hao, who was leaning on the sword's edge, they drew a circle together, and the scabbard on the other sword hit his head with considerable force, making a muffled sound.

Rolling his eyes, Jian Hao, who was about to fight back, also fell down and exited the state possessed by the martial spirit. There were several blood marks on his body and a big bump on his head.

The two of them Lien Zhan, Mo Wen's momentum has greatly increased, and he usually doesn't have such a good opportunity to vent. Now is a good opportunity to hone himself in actual combat, "You all come together!"