The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

The team members began to enter the competition, and the people on the stage were also observing. After three games, several people were obviously more interested in the battle between Divine Wind Academy and Holy Path Academy.

Xue Ye, who had good eyesight, saw Mo Wen, the leader of the Holy Path team, and turned to Ning Fengzhi to ask, "Sect Leader Ning, isn't that your virtuous son-in-law Mo Wen? Is this Holy Path Academy supported by your Seven Treasure Glazed Sect?"

"Haha, Your Majesty, it's not true." The virtuous son-in-law is not really a virtuous son-in-law, and the academy does not belong to him. Ning Fengzhi could only explain with a dry smile, "The Holy Dao Academy was founded by Liu Erlong, the strong woman of Heaven Dou. Mo Wen He is her younger brother. Even though he has become a member of my Qibao Glazed Sect, I cannot deprive him of his family."

"Hahaha, I heard that Mo Wen is already a level 39 soul master. With such a level of cultivation at such an age, I congratulate General Qibao Glazed Sect on adding another Douluo." Xue Ye, who didn't know why, could only say something nice. , he stopped talking and concentrated on watching the game.

Now that the court has fallen into balance, the biggest reason is that Ning Fengzhi is completely on Xue Qinghe's side. What Xue Ye needs is the current situation.

A capable and ambitious prince is the foundation for the prosperity of an empire. Xue Ye also feels that his health is getting worse day by day. As long as Ning Fengzhi remains neutral and supports Xue Qinghe after his death, the Tiandou Empire is expected to prosper.

His subordinates were all veterans, or rather old stubborns. They had been in high positions of power for a long time, and their hearts had changed. Xue Ye was going to take them to the grave with him. What would be left to Xue Qinghe then would be a thriving empire.

Xue Ye was very happy to see Mo Wen and Xue Qinghe become good friends. It was hard to show it in front of the ministers, but naturally he had to praise it more in front of Ning Fengzhi.

Not to mention Ning Fengzhi, even Chen Xin next to him was very helpful and felt very happy. Currently, there are only four people who know that Mo Wen is a twin martial spirit. It just so happens that both of them know that Mo Wen will definitely become a Titled Douluo sooner than Bibi Dong. Still early.

Feeling happy in her heart, she still had to be more modest in her words. Ning Fengzhi waved her hand, as if it wasn't enough, "It's still early."

Salas was a little tired of the two people complimenting each other. He tried every means to draw the divine wind and holy path, just to watch the show, not to listen to your mutual praise. Moreover, if the Titled Douluo was so easy to break through, he wouldn't be stuck in Soul Fighting. Luo Luo has been here for more than ten years, and no one understands better than him how difficult it is to be titled Douluo.

Looking at the field, he saw that both sides had already entered. As the captain, Mo Wen naturally took the lead and came to the center of the field. "Mo Wen, captain of the Holy Path Team, is a level 39 attack-type soul master."

Standing opposite was the captain of the Kamikaze Academy. He was a little thin and his eyes were very disdainful. He raised the corner of his mouth and made a motion of slitting his throat. "Kamikaze Captain Yagyu, level 46 agility attack type soul sect."

Both sides began to release soul rings. The soul rings of all the senior soul masters of the Holy Academy were yellow, yellow, and purple.

Four soul masters appeared in Shenfeng Academy. The strongest among the remaining three soul masters was Feng Xiaotian, and their soul rings were also in the best configuration.

It was clear to the audience which one was better and which one was worse. How could a group of soul masters defeat the soul sect?A theoretical master previously asserted that if there are too many rings, there will be too many bones, and if one has a wave of skill, if there are too few rings, there will be too few bones, so run away quickly.

People in the audience began to shout for Kamikaze Academy and kept cheering for Kamikaze Academy. The big shots were thoughtful, but they didn't think Mo Wen could win.

As the referee started, the martial spirits of both sides were instantly possessed. Mo Wen looked solemn, holding a black eyebrow in his hand, and surrounded by black sword energy. His temperament was like banishing an immortal, which made the young girls watching the game scream.

"Wow! So handsome! Come on Mo Wen!"

But Mo Wen's attention was obviously not on this aspect, and he was keenly aware that something was wrong with the airflow on the Soul Fighting Stage. On a cloudless day, a strong wind surged from the camp of Shenfeng Academy, and it was also mixed with cyan soul power.

I saw that after being possessed by the martial souls of the Divine Wind Academy, their bodies basically swelled to varying degrees, and only one person was holding an emerald green flute.

A pair of cyan wings sprouted from Yagyu's back, and sharp nails sprouted from the fingertips of both hands, and his whole body became full of energy.

Feng Xiaotian, who was standing near the front, had another wolf head growing out of his shoulder. His muscles were bulging to expand his clothes. He stared at Mo Wen with his eyes fixed on him.

"Come on!" Liu Sheng ordered, not caring about the group of Soul Lords at all. He waved his claws and rushed towards Qu Yuling on Mo Wen's right, saying that he would leave Mo Wen to Feng Xiaotian and leave him to him.

Qu Yuling, who was holding the Yanyue Sword, had a heroic appearance. She didn't dare to show any signs of neglect when facing the Soul Sect. Her body was somewhat affected by the air current, and the speed of the strong attack system was definitely not as fast as that of the agility attack system. She took a step forward and held the big sword to block the heavy blow. A claw.

"Woo..." The sound of the flute came to mind, and it was obvious that the flow of air was getting faster and faster, mixed with soul power, and even the sword energy around Mo Wen was affected.

"Come on, Mo Wen, let me see if your strength is as sharp as your mouth." Riding on the wind of his teammates, Feng Xiaotian also blended the wind around him into it, quickly advanced towards Mo Wen, and raised his head His hands and claws flew towards his face.

The rest of them also fought together. Another level 45 soul sect stopped Lian Zhu and Guan Xuanji, allowing the flute-playing teammates behind them to do their best.

Raising his sword to block Feng Xiaotian's claws, Mo Wen had no time to talk. As the captain of the team, he needed to deal with Feng Xiaotian as soon as possible to support other teammates. The soul masters could fight each other back and forth, but Qu Yu Lingke couldn't last long.

If the wolves of Qibao Glazed Sect are compared to caged tigers, then the students participating in the competition are domestic tigers, and the soul masters walking on the mainland are evil tigers. At this moment, Mo Wen felt that he still underestimated these so-called elite souls. The existence of the teacher.

With a little effort to control the ink-colored sword energy around him, Mo Wen swung his sword upwards and took the initiative to attack Feng Xiaotian. The Mo eyebrows without the sword edge made people feel the overwhelming sharpness, and he slashed from bottom to top, just thinking Fight quickly and decide quickly.

Facing Mo Wen's attack, Feng Xiaotian, who was very confident in his own strength, smiled charmingly and raised his foot to step on it. He didn't take a broken sword without an edge in his eyes at all, and he still had the time to sneer, "Just this?"

The next second, the shoes split in half. Feng Xiaotian's eyes widened. He wrapped his feet with cyan soul power and took a step back. He didn't even hug his socks. Cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes underneath.

"Oh, continue!" Injecting one-fifth of his soul power, Mo Mei kept spitting out ink-colored sword energy. Mo Wen controlled the sword energy to fly towards Feng Xiaotian, surrounding him in the middle, and constantly shrinking the circle of encirclement.

Feeling the sharp sword energy all over his body, Feng Xiaotian couldn't move. He hurriedly used his soul skills. The first, second, and third soul rings all lit up. He no longer dared to underestimate Mo Wen, the wind blades were arrayed, and the two wolves Possessed, Gale used both wings together, flew upwards and broke through the ink-colored cage.

But this was the moment Mo Wen was waiting for. The moment Feng Xiaotian escaped and relaxed, he jumped up and kicked him in the face.

Feng Xiaotian instantly put on a mask of pain, his expression became dazed, he rolled his eyes, and flew out like a cannonball.

Liu Sheng, who was observing the battle situation, made a prompt decision and punched the panting Qu Yuling away. He used his third soul skill, which was also a flying soul skill, and hurriedly went to catch Feng Xiaotian.

"Yue Ting, the third soul skill, aim at Feng Xiaotian!" Turning around and rushing towards the flute player, Mo Wen gave the order. Liu Sheng must not be allowed to save Feng Xiaotian.

"Boom..." A long bell rang. As a control soul master, Yue Ting's defense was also extremely high. Facing opponents with similar soul powers, Yue Ting fought back and forth.

After hearing Mo Wen's words, the third soul ring lit up, positioning and tracking, the mountain bell looked like it had eyes, and bumped into Feng Xiaotian. He also raised his hand to fight with his opponent with boxing skills, not losing at all.

Seeing the huge mountain bell crashing towards him, Liu Sheng decisively gave up on Feng Xiaotian. Even if he had wings, he could lose. He was a waste. He turned around and went to surround and suppress Mo Wen with another soul sect who had eliminated Qin Geng.

When he was introduced, he said he was a strong attack type, but in fact, Mo Wen was an all-around player. He went up against the wind and used an arc slash to create a circular sword energy that continued to spread.

The flute player was forced to stop. Not to be outdone, the first soul ring lit up, dull notes, and a string of notes flew out of the flute pipe and crashed into Mo Wen, preparing to cooperate with the two soul sects to kill him.

"Buzz! Ah!" Mo Wen dodged the flying musical notes, and his eyebrows couldn't stop trembling. Mo Wen shouted and his momentum surged. He couldn't stop being anxious. Yagyu and the two controlled the wind field, coming with the wind. If they don't fight back, The person who plays the flute will fall into a siege. A siege that controls two agility attacks is too deadly.