Douluo: Wuhun Seven Killing Sword, Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven

Chapter 32: Open Your Back

"Boy, don't act arrogantly if you don't have some strength." Zhao Wuji was dissatisfied with Tang San's behavior.

But he didn't know that in some dark corner, a man in black robe clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could skin him alive.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

The Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit had no attacking ability, so he decisively gave it up.

With both hands on the Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night at his waist, the hidden weapons stored in the soul guide appeared in his hands.

With his hands waving rapidly, countless hidden weapons flew towards Zhao Wuji like a rain of pear blossoms.

Relying on hand techniques to launch hidden weapons, this kind of move has never been seen in the history of Douluo Continent.

Zhao Wuji didn't see the way at first and almost fell into Tang San's trap.

Although the attacks from hidden weapons were intense, Zhao Wuji's defense seemed to be better.

Most of the hidden weapons fell on his skin and were directly spread out, and only a few were able to penetrate into his body.

Without the Dragon Beard Needle, Tang San could not threaten Zhao Wuji at all.

Zhao Wuji only needed to use a little bit of his soul power to force out the hidden weapon that had pierced his body.

……

"What kind of fighting style is this? What kind of weapon is this?" Dai Mubai, who was watching the fight, was dumbfounded.

Under such an attack, even a Soul Saint would look a little embarrassed. If it were him, he would have been stabbed into a hedgehog long ago.

Dai Mubai was somewhat thankful that Tang San did not let Xiao Wu play when he first met them, otherwise he would be in trouble.

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cover her mouth. She had never seen such a crazy move.

"Boy, my patience is limited." Zhao Wuji shouted, but still tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.

Acala is an evil posthumous title; he was never a good person.

Tang San's repeated provocations had already made him extremely angry.

The fifth soul ring under his feet flashed a light, then died down, and then the fourth soul ring lit up.

"The fourth soul skill, positioning tracking."

Ning Tianchen on the side couldn't help but feel a little relieved, "Fortunately, I didn't use the ten thousand year soul skill."

For Tang San now, the Soul Saint's ten thousand year soul skill is enough to take his life.

If Tang San died, Tang Hao would become completely crazy. At that time, it would be a disaster for both the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the entire continent.

Before he had the power to influence the course of history, Ning Tianchen felt that the best option was to let the general timeline develop along its original trajectory.

Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill has the ability to track, but given his current furious state, if Tang San was caught by him, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.

With a thought, the Seven Killing Sword in Ning Tianchen's hand flew out and landed in front of Tang San.

"Second soul skill, Dragon Sword Guard."

The soul power turned into thousands of spirit swords, forming a sword energy barrier in front of Tang San.

Zhao Wuji's body leaped up and landed on the barrier, shattering it in just a moment.

After being buffered, the power of his soul skills was reduced a little.

Tang San had used up all his hidden weapons and was no longer able to fight back.

Zhao Wuji grabbed his neck and threw him out fiercely.

"Rongrong, Dai Mubai, go find someone to treat everyone first, and leave the rest to me." Ning Tianchen hurriedly made arrangements.

Tang San was not completely useless, at least he bought a lot of time.

Immediately, Ning Tianchen looked towards the incense stick not far away and thought to himself, "There are still about two minutes left. I hope I can hold on until the end."

"Now it's just you and me, let's have some fun." Zhao Wuji laughed, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Teacher Zhao, please teach me."

With a flick of his hand, the Seven Killing Sword fell into his hand.

He stood there with the sword in hand, not flinching at all.

This time, Zhao Wuji took the lead.

His fist was as big as a child's head, so you can imagine how powerful this punch was. Ning Tianchen frowned, and there were only two meters behind him to the edge of the open space. If he was not careful, he would be eliminated.

"Seven Killing Sword Techniques, Sword Control Style."

This sword-riding does not mean flying, but using attack as defense to guard the four directions.

The Seven Killing Sword blocked in front of him and took the punch.

Compared to before, Zhao Wuji's punching force was obviously several times stronger at this time. Ning Tianchen's hands holding the sword were actually shaking a little.

His legs slid on the ground for one meter before he could stabilize his body.

"Can you block the next punch?" Zhao Wuji sneered and attacked with another punch.

Even if Ning Tianchen could catch this punch, his body would be knocked out of the open space due to the powerful force.

"Sword Wing!"

A pair of wings grew out of his back, and under his control, the sharp wing tips attacked Zhao Wuji's neck.

The sword wing was longer than Zhao Wuji's arm. If the latter wanted to hit him with his fist, the sword wing would first pierce his throat.

"Soul bone!" Zhao Wuji was shocked and immediately stopped attacking.

Ning Tianchen took this opportunity and leaped into the air relying on the flying ability of the sword wings.

"Third soul skill, sword wings take off."

Under his control, the Seven Killing Sword stabbed towards Zhao Wuji like a flying sword.

"Powerful Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji was annoyed and slapped the Seven Killing Sword away with one palm.

When he raised his head and looked at Ning Tianchen, the sword wings behind the other party were only left with a skeleton, and the wings had long since disappeared.

For a moment, he was a little confused.

Ning Tianchen, who was in mid-air, secretly rejoiced.

Even though Jian Yi lost his wings, he still had the ability to fly. Otherwise, he would be passive.

"Boy, flying into the air is not a wise decision. Don't you know that my fourth soul skill can lock you down?" Zhao Wuji said angrily.

Just now, he had demonstrated the effect of his spirit skills. Ning Tianchen actually dared to fly, isn't this stupid?

As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth soul ring under his feet lit up.

The soul skill locked onto Ning Tianchen, and the next moment, he leaped forward, wanting to teach the other party a lesson.

"Come on, I'll open your back for you!"

"Third soul skill, sword wings take off. External soul bone skill, feather blades fly."

The wings of Jian Yi were not withered. While the Seven Killing Swords were holding back the opponent, he hid them nearby.

The soul skill was activated, and countless feather blades and seven killing swords, as if receiving orders, shot towards Zhao Wuji's back.

"what!"

The Mighty King Kong Bear Martial Spirit had no ability to fly. Now in mid-air, Zhao Wuji was unable to adjust his posture at all.

With the sharpness of the Seven Killing Sword, this blow could very well penetrate his body.

After playing with eagles for a lifetime, you will eventually get your eyes pecked.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

The figure of the powerful King Kong Bear rose into the air, and all of Zhao Wuji's attributes made a qualitative leap.

The feather blade and the Seven Killing Sword fell on Wu Hunzhen but did not cause any injuries.

Ning Tianchen could be proud of himself enough for forcing a Soul Sage to use his martial soul's true body with the body of a Soul Lord.

However, the previous attack had already exhausted all his soul power.

Jian Yi lost the support of soul power and instantly retracted his body. The loss of strength in his body caused him to fall unconscious and fall from the air.

Zhao Wuji said with admiration: "Good boy, you are the real monster."

He jumped up again and caught Ning Tianchen who was falling from the air, protecting him from secondary damage.

(End of this chapter)