Douluo's Steady Douluo

Chapter 143 Friendship Breaking Face Fist

"Oh? You, a food-type soul master, also want to join in the fun?" Zhao Wou-ki looked like he would not refuse anyone.

Xie Chun didn't reply either, and rushed forward with a solemn expression.

"Seriously punch."

Zhao Wou-ki didn't take the punching fist seriously, he straightened his chest, wanting to see how much strength he had.

Although the opponent didn't extend his hand to block it, Xie Chun clearly felt that he had gathered a part of his soul power to his chest, and the effect of a normal soul master's hitting was probably to hit the anti-armor.

But obviously, he is a fake soul master, even if he only exerted [-]% of his strength, he still knocked Zao Wou-ki back a few steps.

Zhu Zhuqing's keen sense of smell seized this opportunity in an instant, and came to the direction where Zao Wou-ki was retreating.

"Hundred Claws of the Netherworld."

I saw that Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, one blue and one green, stood upright, and the whole person was wrapped in the soul power, and he swarmed in the air, spinning rapidly and rushing towards Zhao Wou-ki's back.

When it got close, claw shadows appeared in the group of figures, using the power of the rapid rotation and the sharp attack power of the cat's claws, they attacked the same position hundreds of times in a very short period of time.

Xie Chun looked at the situation behind him and thought of the chainsaw, both of which seemed to have similar effects.

The power of Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Hundred Claws is not small, even Zhao Wuji's physical body cannot be ignored.

Hearing a roar of "Ho", the first soul ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up.

In just a split second, a strong golden light burst out, and Zhu Zhuqing, who was performing the soul skill behind him, was thrown into the air, and let out a miserable moan in the air.

Xie Chun used the precise parabola formula to calculate Zhu Zhuqing's landing point, and caught it with a dodge.

Holding Zhu Zhuqing who was as soft as cotton in his arms, he found that the matter was not that simple. He thought she was just fainted, but now that he looked at it this way, his arms were dislocated, and the possibility of internal injuries was not ruled out.

It's a bit too much to be true, he doesn't believe that a soul sage can't control his own soul power, so he can hit so hard.

Handing Zhu Zhuqing to Ning Rongrong who was dazed at the side, Xie Chun walked in front of Zhao Wou-ki expressionlessly.

If we really want to go back to the root cause, he himself will get a bit of trouble. If he knew that this kind of thing would happen, he would directly boost the dungeon and pass it. The test of the operation of the trumpet should not be done.

If Ning Rongrong's arms were dislocated from the beating, then he might be dislocated by the two Titled Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the danger would definitely be killed in the cradle.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhao Wuji wanted to laugh: "You don't want to avenge her, do you?"

"I'm just a little curious. With the strength of the soul sage, he should be able to control his own soul skills and not let it hurt people too much."

"As a soul master, who hasn't suffered some injuries." Zhao Wuji's tone didn't seem to care about this matter.

Xie Chun's gaze was a bit deep: "Indeed, it's okay for the soul master to get hurt a little bit."

"It's good to know, your only attacking soul master has fallen, and you two don't need me to take action. You can't even stop me for a stick of incense. This is the difference in strength."

Xie Chun didn't respond in a hurry, and first used his soul power to detect the situation in Zhu Zhuqing's body, and found that the problem was not very big. In the world of martial arts, it was called internal breath disorder, but in this continent, it was called poor circulation of soul power.

It should be fine for two days.

If the arm can be successfully attached back.

He has read some medical books, but he can't follow Zhao Kuo's paper on this matter. If he understands it, it doesn't mean he will do it. When the time comes, who will be to blame if he snaps off his arm?So you still need to find a professional to deal with it.

"Rongrong, you take her to the clinic to get her arm connected first."

Ning Rongrong tilted his head in doubt, and connected Zhu Zhuqing's arm with two clicks.

That's okay, have you used all your skill points to do this?

Xie Chun shook his head and didn't worry about it anymore. A pair of fallen angel wings popped out from behind, and he walked in front of Zhao Wou-ki calmly.

"You still want to continue the previous assessment? You can't stop any of my soul skills." Zhao Wuji glanced at the wing behind the opponent, guessing that it might be a torso soul bone?
"Assessment? It's not impossible for you to think so." Xie Chun smiled slightly.

"Then come." Zao Wou-ki patted his chest, "There is still half a stick of incense time, more than enough to deal with you."

Xie Chun did not refute, and took out the long sword engraved with the word 'reason' from the storage ring: "I have always convinced people with reason, if you can beat me today, Zhu Zhuqing's matter will be forgotten."

"Where did you get your confidence, just because of a weapon?" Zhao Wuji confirmed that the sword in his hand was an ordinary long sword sold by blacksmiths on the street.

"Probably." Xie Chun condensed his soul power on the sword, released his second soul skill, Falling Heaven Sword, and slashed at Zhao Wuji who was not far away.

Zhao Wuji didn't pay attention to the attack of a soul master at first, but the instinct of his body made him feel the danger, so he subconsciously activated his Fudo King Body.

"late."

Xie Chun's sword slashed firmly on his body. Although there were no superficial scars, it could be seen from the vain footsteps when he retreated that he was not feeling well.

"Are you creating your own soul skill?" Zhao Wuji said in shock.

"Yes." Xie Chun didn't want to refute him anymore, because what Zhao Wuji said was like what a terminal cancer said, he was already like this, why couldn't he obey him.

"Good boy, it really is a monster." Zhao Wou-ki was a little overjoyed, "Let's see if you can take my trick."

"Vajra Palm."

I saw Zhao Wuji's hands turned into bear's paws, and he patted them straight.

"All souls are silent."

There were a few streaks of purple streamer on Yili's persuading sword, facing the bear's paw that was slapped by the opponent.

The moment the two sides touched, Xie Chun was at a disadvantage. The soul sage is the soul sage after all, but as time went by, the soul power in the opponent's hand continued to be corroded. Xie Chun successfully pushed Zhao Wou-ki to the ground, taking advantage of the situation The stream of corrosive soul power covered his whole body, thus preventing his ability to resist.

The next step is to remove the arms.

He definitely can't install it, but it's no problem to remove it. Disassembly is human instinct, but installation requires professional knowledge.

Just as he was thinking about whether to start with the left arm or the right arm, a person suddenly appeared in the middle of the field.

This is a man in his fifties with a strong build and black-rimmed crystal glasses on his face.

Xie Chun had seen the portrait of this person, and Ning Fengzhi asked him to deliver the letter to this person.

The dean of Shrek Academy, Flender.

It seemed that it was not good to remove the arm of the teacher of the other college in front of the dean, Xie Chun thought about it, and threw a friendly blow to Zhao Wuji's face, which was revenge.

Xie Chun stood up from the ground, walked in front of Flender, and kindly took his hand and shook it twice.

"I have admired our Shrek Academy for a long time. It is a great honor to have the opportunity to join today. Please take care of us in the future."

Flender glanced at Zhao Wuji, who was twitching on the ground, and then at Xie Chun, who had a harmless face.

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(End of this chapter)