Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 118

(one more)

Sit and watch the black clouds hold the torrential rain, and the front mountain is sprayed with sunshine.

Suddenly, the clouds and rain are on the head, but it is the evening lighting in front of the mountain.

The extreme heat and the extreme cold collided with each other, but Ye Zhiqiu was the winner after all.

With the huge soul power of the 53rd level soul king, the steaming smoke turned into cumulus clouds and enveloped the sky not long after it rose, dripping down like a plum rain in July.

"Shushasha, shashasha..."

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing puddles.

The rain was cold, so clammy that it penetrated the flesh beneath the skin.

The melon-eating crowd who had been watching the theater nearby were suddenly wet by the rain, and became a drowned chicken, so weak that they sneezed immediately.

But the rainwater was almost within one meter of Yang Ming, and was instantly evaporated by the flame clothes covering Yang Ming's body.

As the night fell, the burly Balrog body stood in the rainwater, its body continuously sprayed with scorching heat, and its body was filled with dense fog that was so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

The flaming giant fist descended from the sky, like a meteor falling from the sky, wrapped in power that made people look sideways.

Seeing that the giant flaming fist the size of a truck head was coming, Ye Zhiqiu sneered in his heart:

"If I were at the same level as you, maybe I would avoid you by three points, but now I am nearly twenty levels higher than you!"

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's neck shrank inward, and the whole head was shrunk into the chest cavity like a turtle shrunk into the shell like silk, relying on the extremely hard shell of the black turtle to resist forcefully. Yang Ming's attack!

The scorching breath on the giant flaming fist was constantly weakened by the freezing of mysterious water, and when it reached Ye Zhiqiu's hard tortoise shell, its power was less than half that of its heyday.

"when!"

It was like the heavy sound of morning bells and evening drums, constantly echoing in the night rain, the sound was so loud that it made people's blood boil, making everyone subconsciously cover their ears to avoid eardrum shock.

Yang Ming withdrew his fist, Sangouyu Sharingan looked through the thick fog to see Ye Zhiqiu's appearance at the moment, and couldn't help frowning, of course, if he still had brows now.

The tortoise shell on Ye Zhiqiu's body didn't move at all, and even Yang Ming's attack failed to leave even the slightest scar on his body.

Although Qinglian's Earth Heart Fire is a top-quality fire-type martial soul, and the soul skill Flame Demon Body is even a top-quality soul skill, but in Douluo Dalu, the difference in soul power is a gap that is visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention, the level difference between the two is almost twenty levels!

Yang Ming was surprised, but he didn't know that Ye Zhiqiu was as surprised as Yang Ming, even more so.

A drop of hot sweat oozed from Ye Zhiqiu's forehead, his eyes flickered, and he thought it was dangerous.

"What a terrifying flame martial soul, it is simply the nemesis of my black turtle martial soul!"

"Even though the freezing of my mysterious water has weakened his attack power, and even though my tortoise shell has insulated most of the high temperature, at that moment just now, I felt like I was soaking in a hot spring."

Ye Zhiqiu could even imagine that if Yang Ming was at the same level as him, no, even if he was only a few levels lower than him, the one blow just now would be enough to cook him.

"Who is this Shrek Academy? How could such a monster be bred?"

Thoughts turned sharply in his mind, Ye Zhiqiu didn't stop at all.

Consuming soul power regardless of the cost, Xuanshui Frozen continuously expanded the area of ​​solid ice to squeeze Yang Ming's room for movement, and at the same time weakened the thousand-degree heat from Yang Ming's body.

Taking advantage of the time when Yang Ming's old power was gone and his new power was not yet born, Ye Zhiqiu poked his head out of his chest, opened his mouth to spit out, a black cold stream shot out like a sharp arrow, and sprayed towards Yang Ming on the spot.

The third soul skill, Profound Water Agitation!

Moisturized by level 53 soul power, the black cold current was fast and fast, tearing apart the cold rain under the night, and immediately hit Yang Ming's body of the Balrog.

"Pfft!"

Yang Ming looked down and was surprised to find that the flame was quickly annihilated by the severe cold when hit by the black cold current, and the annihilated area continued to expand.

In order to eliminate the severe cold that permeated his body, Yang Ming's body made of Qinglian Earth Heart Fire kept shrinking, shrinking from the original height of twenty meters to four meters tall.

One can imagine how powerful Ye Zhiqiu's soul skills were just now!

"Is the soul power not enough?"

"Open the door, the door of rest, the door of life, the door of injury, open!"

Among the eight-door Dunjia, four doors, six doors, seven doors, and eight doors are opened, which are equivalent to four different thresholds. Every time you cross a threshold, you will get a qualitative improvement.

Before Ye Zhiqiu was happy, he saw that the flames on Yang Ming's body suddenly became more intense. Although he didn't continue to expand his body size, the fluctuations in the soul power accumulated on his body showed that this was the soul power of the soul master.

However, this is not over yet, the soul power is still climbing!

It wasn't until he barely reached the soul power of the soul sect that he could barely stop.

Ye Zhiqiu took a breath, the scene in front of him completely overturned his three views!

Obviously, people feel that Yang Ming is still a great soul master, but the fluctuation of soul power on his body is far beyond the level!

Feeling the power continuously emerging from his body, Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Compared to when he opened the six doors at the age of six, opening the four doors now is an area where Yang Ming can easily bear the pressure.

Suddenly opened his eyes, flames gushed out.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know why, but suddenly felt a throbbing sensation of scalp numbness.

Obviously his level is higher than Yang Ming's, but he has such a feeling for no reason.

But he is also a real dog, even if he is in doubt, he still chooses to hide in the turtle shell very sincerely, like a turtle with a shrunken head.

However, this time is different.

Yang Ming stepped on the ghost fan's footsteps, and the five-meter-high Balrog's body was not hindered by his size, and his speed was astonishing. A phantom flashed across the night rain, causing a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.

Clenching the fire fist as big as a casserole, Yang Ming's eyes flashed coldly. With the strength and speed gained after opening the four doors, he actually reached the point of twenty punches per second. Ye Zhiqiu drowned!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! !

Even if Ye Zhiqiu is a real dog, forcibly resisting Yang Ming's punch with his martial spirit and soul skills, the force attached to his fist is exerted on the turtle shell, making Ye Zhiqiu inside the turtle shell in an abnormally turbulent state. environment.

boom!

When Ye Zhiqiu hit the tortoise shell on his forehead, he was dizzy, and at the moment when his mind was relaxed, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that his head was pulled out of his chest forcefully by Yang Ming.

Seeing Yang Ming close in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said:

"You are very handsome, what's your name?"

"Catch a turtle in an urn." Yang Ming said lightly.

(End of this chapter)