The swordsman who started as Douluo

The monster once again emitted a strange red mist, and the whole place was once again surrounded, and nothing could be seen.

"Why is this like this! We keep doing this and we're still watching Mao's finals!"

Seeing this scene, a commotion instantly broke out on the field. Long Tianquan understands these feelings very well, just like some dog authors write a wonderful part and deliberately get stuck in the next chapter. You have no choice but to wait another day.

A crystalline soul power shot into the field, and the situation in the field became clear instantly.

Long Tianquan raised his head and looked at his master.

Seeing that they could see clearly, everyone shouted: "Long live the Pope!"

Long Tianquan was wondering if this would interfere with the game? I saw that Ma Hongjun was on fire for Oscar.

Long Tianquan held his forehead, this fat man had good attack power, but his mental power was too hot!

Tang San didn't have the fairy grass, and the Purple Devil Eyes didn't enter the mustard seed realm, and he was also affected by the red mist in front of him!

"This red mist affects the battle too much. My mental strength is already high enough, but it still has to be affected, let alone my partners!"

Tang San shouted loudly: "Boss Dai, dispel this red mist first!"

"understand!"

Dai Mubai broke away from the fight, and his huge wings flapped violently!

"It's useless, just accept your fate!"

The members of the Shrek team were restricted everywhere in the red mist, but the people of the Wuhundian team were like a duck in water. In addition, their cultivation was not as high as that of their opponents, so they retreated all the way.

"The third soul skill, the flames of hell!"

A ball of flame condensed in the palm of Yan's hand and slammed towards Ma Hongjun.

Affected by the red mist, Ma Hongjun's head was so dizzy that he had no time to react before he was sent flying across the field.

After Yan saw this, he immediately burst into laughter, feeling extremely happy both physically and mentally.

"Hahaha... Brat, aren't you awesome? You used all your Phoenix Fire to roast your teammates!"

The entire Wuhundian team pressed forward, and everyone in Shrek was quickly defeated one by one.

At this time, only the Netherworld White Tiger, the fusion of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, was left on the field, and Tang San was struggling to support it.

The demon seemed to want to avenge Tang San's attack and the Netherworld White Tiger's sneak attack, and would not let his teammates get any closer.

No beating to death, no letting go, just torture, just playing.

Tang San was offended by such behavior, and his fighting style gradually became reckless.

"The fourth soul skill, Evil God Breaking!"

The name was still the same, but the soul skill was no longer the same soul skill. The story line had taken a turn, and Tang San did not encounter the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger after all.

Xie Yue sneered, "Moon Blade Break!"

Youmei's sword gently neutralized Tang San's attack.

"Tang San, your ten-thousand-year spirit ring is nothing more than this. Do you think that if you change your martial spirit or spirit ring, you will be our opponent?"

"Shut up!"

Tang San failed to hit the target, his mentality wavered again, and his attack momentum became chaotic.

"Hahaha... Waste is waste. Do you think you are a genius in your Kakajiaojiao, but you are a genius in front of us?"

"Geniuses are just tickets to meet us. Look at your heart. You are in chaos after just a few words. You don't have the demeanor of a strong man at all!"

His tone was full of disdain, but every sentence turned into a sharp sword and stabbed directly into Tang San's heart.

"Shut up! I'm not a waste!"

Tang San was furious, but he could only be furious.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you! Just get off here!"

"Full moon!"

The demon holds two swords and spins them rapidly.

"Another self-created soul skill, why? Why? Am I really a waste?"

Tang San fell into deep self-doubt, and the past appeared in Tang San's mind frame by frame like a movie.

From the beginning of the Tang Sect, I have been a genius. I am the only one of the younger generation who has mastered the sect’s highest hidden weapon, the Buddha’s Fury Tang Lotus!

From the Holy Soul Village to the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Xiao Wu and I are the only ones with innate soul power, and I have twin martial souls.

After so many years, I have never failed. Long Tianquan, damn Long Tianquan, why do you always look contemptuous after defeating me? Is it because my Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit?

I am sincere to my friends, respectful to my teachers, and even more filial to my parents. How come you, Long Tianquan, can be friends with everyone, but you have to alienate me? Is it because my Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit?

But I still have the Clear Sky Hammer! But why, even though my Clear Sky Hammer has five thousand-year soul rings attached to it, why can't I still defeat the Spirit Hall? How can one of you defeat me with your martial soul fusion skills? I have five great ten thousand year soul skills!

"Why can you defeat me!" Tang San yelled angrily, madly questioning everyone, heaven and earth, and the world!

"Because you are a waste!"

A demonic voice sounded in front of them, and the three of them were directly knocked away!

The red mist dissipated, and the seven members of the Wuhundian team looked down at the seven Shrek people on the field. Finally, they smiled contemptuously and turned around to leave.

"In the second game, Wuhundian team wins!"

Chen Xin frowned and glanced at Tang San before finally jumping up.

"Uncle Jian, where are you going?"

"That child is in danger of becoming a demon. I'm going to give him some advice!"

Tang San looked at the sky expressionlessly at this time. He originally thought that as long as he attached a spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer, he could defeat the Spirit Hall team and Long Tianquan, but he didn't expect that he would still lose so miserably!

"Pure Heart Resolve!"

Chen Xin tapped Tang San's forehead, and a wave of determination entered Tang San's heart.

"Boy, why are you always comparing yourself to those three people? You are younger than them, and your future achievements may not necessarily be lower than theirs. Just like Tianquan, let go of the hatred in your heart first, so..."

"Don't mention Long Tianquan to me!"

Tang San sat up suddenly and stared at Chen Xin with wide eyes.

"Hmph... I don't know what's wrong!"

Chen Xin snorted coldly, turned and left.

"If you hadn't looked at each other Tianquan, and you were Tang Hao's son, I wouldn't have cared about you!"

When Ning Fengzhi saw Chen Xin coming back, he shouted softly: "Uncle Jian!"

Chen Xin waved his hand, "I'm fine. It's not my turn to get angry over a young boy."

"I originally thought that he knew Tianquan and could help him to help Tianquan in his revenge plan in the future. Unexpectedly, he had a grudge against Tianquan and was almost going crazy. He might become an enemy in the future. "

Ning Fengzhi thought for a while: "Then shall we..."

"No need! With an impure heart and unclear principles, he cannot be Tianquan's opponent in the future! Besides, this matter can easily lead to fire, so let them do it!"

The two of them glanced at Wuhun Palace, and then looked at Shrek Academy.

After Ning Rongrong was knocked out, Long Tianquan caught her firmly immediately. He couldn't bear to let his fiancee fall and hurt her.

After seeing Tang San going crazy for no reason, Long Tianquan wanted to go up and slap him, but seeing Chen Xin didn't react, he stopped going.

After a while, he turned around and asked, "When did Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer have a martial spirit attached to it?"

Ning Rongrong shook his head, "I don't know either!"

Long Tianquan thought for a while, if Rongrong doesn't know, then no one else should know, Tang San, Tang San, you want to rely on these five spirit rings that are less than forty thousand years old to deal with me, you think too highly of you. Got it!