Douluo Fight God of War

Zhang Ruochen didn't look at Tang San's leaving figure, nor did he pick up the food or water on the tiles. The only thing he did was to look at the setting sun, lost in memories.

"Zhang Ruochen, martial soul, fighting holy ape, eighteenth-level first-level battle soul master."

The black emission instantly turned into gold, golden hairs sprouted from his body, his eyes were blood red, the yellow century-old soul ring moved up and down, and Zhang Ruochen instantly became possessed by the martial spirit.

"Wei Dehai, martial soul, sickle, nineteenth-level first-ring weapon soul master."

Wei Dehai did not have a gorgeous possession, nor did he have Bai Nian's soul ring. He simply had an ordinary sickle coming out of his hand. The ordinary white ten-year soul ring moved up and down on the sickle.

"Uncle is so old, why do you still come to play games? Why don't you stay at home, teach your children, and come out to compete?" Zhang Ruochen kept talking nonsense, disturbing the uncle in front of him, but he was very cautious in his eyes. He despised the enemy strategically and valued the enemy tactically, even if the opponent was It's a useless martial spirit.

"Little friend, needless to say, for me, who has a useless martial spirit like a sickle, I have heard too many ridicules in my life, and I am used to it." Wei Dehai looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was about the same age as his son, with a look on his face. A hint of a smile.

"Really or not, uncle, it shouldn't be easy for you to be able to cultivate a useless martial spirit like Sickle to level 19, right? It would be bad if you get injured. After all, you don't need to come to the spirit fighting arena to make money. You are working hard." "Why don't you receive a higher subsidy from Wuhun Palace?" Zhang Ruochen continued to ramble, disturbing the uncle Wei Dehai in front of him.

Wei Dehai smiled and said nothing, but showed his pride as an elder and made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing Wei Dehai making a gesture of invitation, the next second, there was a roar in the spirit fighting arena. Zhang Ruochen took action decisively. He knew that it was useless to talk more. It was unexpected that a useless martial spirit could cultivate to level 19, and the language was basically useless. It won't shake the other person's mind.

He is still good at charging straight, but after hundreds of games, Zhang Ruochen is now faster and more powerful.

boom

With a forward punch, Wei Dehai used his left hand to block it from the front, lowered his right leg, held the sickle with his right hand, made a semicircle in the air, and struck Zhang Ruochen's neck from bottom to top.

Zhang Ruochen took a look and quickly retreated, but Wei Dehai rose into the air, raised his sickle above his head, and struck down on his head.

After moving his body slightly to the left, he must pass the attacking sickle, and a strand of black hair fell on the soul fighting field. Zhang Ruochen didn't want to use the golden cudgel and his first soul skill yet. After all, he was here for actual combat. , until the critical moment, it is better to use the Golden Cudgel and the first soul skill sparingly.

Wei Dehai saw that Zhang Ruochen had dodged again, and without any hesitation, he flipped the sickle in his right hand, held the sickle behind his back, and when Zhang Ruochen was not in a hurry to dodge, he spun his body and swept the sickle towards Zhang Ruochen's neck again.

Zhang Ruochen watched Wei Dehai attack three times, making sure to kill him. However, having experienced three hundred games, he was still able to dodge this attack. With the help of his flexibility, the moment he lowered his waist, the sickle was lifted from his neck. Sweeping, but Wei Dehai's attack was not over at all.

Wei Dehai threw the sickle in his right hand into his left hand, used the inertia of his body to spin it in a circle, and struck it down again.

Zhang Ruochen was shocked. He never thought that Wei Dehai, an uncle in his fifties, would attack so fiercely, one blow after another, leaving him unable to resist.

The first soul ring lit up, and the protective shield appeared, blocking Wei Dehai's killing blow. Zhang Ruochen stood up and ignored Wei Dehai's sickle, and kicked Wei Dehai in the heart with a roundhouse kick.

Wei Dehai did not expect that his sickle's attack would be resolved like this. He had no time to defend himself and was instantly kicked five meters away by Zhang Ruochen and fell to the ground.

The audience watched the whole process. Although it only lasted a few seconds, everyone was dumbfounded, followed by overwhelming applause.

Zhang Ruochen ignored the shouts of the audience and the host because Wei Dehai had already stood up.

Rushing forward, the charging scythe in Wei Dehai's hand didn't look like a useless martial spirit at all. The sound of the scythe cutting the air was hissing.

砰

The protective shield was attacked by Wei Dehai for the second time and shattered in an instant. From the beginning of the game to now, a smile appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face, and his strength increased by three levels. However, before the raised fist could fall, three people appeared in front of him. Remember Daomang.