Douluo's ward off evil spirits and nightmares

"How come this Feng Xiaotian is only at the forty-second level, only one level higher than Hongjun." Feeling Feng Xiaotian's soul power fluctuations, Huo Xuan frowned and said.

You know, Feng Xiaotian was born with full soul power, and he was nearly ten years older than Ma Hongjun.

Even if Ma Hongjun had taken jelly grass and his qualifications now exceeded his innate full soul power, the ten-year gap could not be made up so quickly.

What has Feng Xiaotian been doing all these years?

Beixuan sighed. This guy has always put the cart before the horse. He put down his soul cultivation and focused on cultivating his self-created soul skills. He remembered that when the original Feng Xiaotian first appeared, he was twenty-four or forty years old. Level four.

With the cultivation speed of his innate soul power, this can no longer be described as poor. It is simply a waste of his unparalleled qualifications. People who don't know about it may even think that he has been lazy all these years.

A normal person with full innate soul power, twenty-four years old, must be at level fifty or above to be considered normal.

Like the golden generation of Wuhun Palace, no matter how talented Hu Liena is, she can only reach level close to full innate soul power at the age of twenty. With better resources, she can break through to level fifty at the age of twenty.

If Feng Xiaotian works hard to cultivate his soul power, he can definitely become the 24-year-old soul king.

"The first soul skill, Wind Blade Array."

The battle in the sky began. Feng Xiaotian's sharp wolf claws popped out of his palms and swung out ten semi-arc wind blades, blocking all of Ma Hongjun's dodge routes.

However, the attack power of this first soul skill is insufficient. Feng Xiaotian's purpose of doing this is to buy time.

"The second soul skill, possession by two wolves."

The two-headed wolf behind Feng Xiaotian merged with his body. This was an enhanced soul skill. After strengthening, his arms and wings merged into one and began to accumulate power.

A very obvious tactic, he wanted to use the Wind Demon Wolf's thirty-six consecutive slashes to win.

"Hmph, Feng Xiaotian, your tactics are always the same and you don't know how to adapt. You have no qualifications to challenge my Brother Xuan. Drink!" Ma Hongjun shouted loudly, and the flames in his body completely erupted.

Those wind blades were completely blown away by Ma Hongjun before they even got close.

After practicing the Taoist Pure Yang Kung Fu, his soul power and Phoenix Fire became more and more pure.

"Dazzling Fire Fist!" Ma Hongjun rushed towards Feng Xiaotian at the fastest speed and punched him on both wings.

This is a set of boxing techniques taught by Yu Lin to Ma Hongjun. It is not an exquisite boxing method. It is like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. One force can subjugate ten groups and control the enemy purely with strength.

Whether the power of this boxing technique can be exerted depends on the depth of the skill, so Ma Hongjun became more focused on the cultivation of soul power.

After a duel, the two sides were evenly matched, but all the strength Feng Xiaotian had managed to accumulate was shattered by Ma Hongjun's punch.

Although Ma Hongjun was very fat, his speed was not slow at all. The wind of his fists was wrapped in flames, and he continued to attack Feng Xiaotian's wings.

"Damn it, this fat man has completely seen through my thirty-six consecutive slashes. Every time he attacks, it's the weak point of my wings. If this continues, I won't be able to accumulate power at all." Feng Xiaotian was distressed. This was his first time. In such cases.

"Hmph, your thirty-six consecutive kills can only have the effect of killing someone at first sight against someone who fights you for the first time. But so far, I have watched countless of your academy exchange games. Feng Xiaotian, today In front of me, if you can charge more than five consecutive slashes, all my hard training over the years will be in vain." Ma Hongjun continued to speed up his punches as he spoke.

Huo Xuan smiled slightly. The current Ma Hongjun was not the original Ma Hongjun. Over the years, he, the soul saint, had personally fought with him in hundreds of soul battles.

Once he accumulated combat experience, the power of Ma Hongjun's unique top-level martial spirit, Fire Phoenix, was fully demonstrated.

"Damn it, the fourth soul skill, double storm blades."

Three sharp blades about half a foot long popped out from between the finger bones of Feng Xiaotian's hands. An illusory wolf-shaped light and shadow emerged from behind. He opened his hands to the left and right, and a green light nearly ten feet long burst out from the sharp blades.

This move is a skill that turns the arm into a sharp blade to further enhance the attack power. When combined with thirty-six consecutive cuts, the power of this self-created soul skill can be doubled.

Feng Xiaotian was too obsessed with the thirty-six consecutive killing blows of the Gale Demon Wolf, and even his soul skills served this set of self-created soul skills.

He must have believed that defeating his opponents with his own self-created soul skills would further highlight his genius.

"I said, no matter what you do today, you will not be able to complete the charge of the fourth soul skill, Shadow Wing Slash!" Flames boiled all over Ma Hongjun's body, and a burning fire phoenix rushed out of his body.

The wings of the fire phoenix turned into sharp blades wrapped in flames and passed by Feng Xiaotian.

In an instant, all the condensed wind wings and storm blades were cut off.

This is due to the difference in the quality of the martial arts. The Gale Wind Two-Headed Wolf is indeed comparable to the top martial arts, but now Ma Hongjun first took the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower and then practiced the Pure Yang Kung Fu.

The Phoenix Fire continues to be refined and is already approaching the god-level martial spirit.

"Without the gale wings, your thirty-six consecutive slashes are over. The first soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!" Ma Hongjun took advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, spraying out Phoenix Fire Line, trapping Feng Xiaotian in a sea of ​​fire.

"Ugh!" The ultra-high temperature and adhesion of the phoenix flame made Feng Xiaotian feel extremely uncomfortable, and he let out bursts of screams.

"Little fat man, stop quickly!" Huo Wu shouted quickly.

When Ma Hongjun heard what his eldest sister said, he immediately withdrew the flames, and Feng Xiaotian fell weakly from the sky.

"Brother Feng, are you okay?" Huo Wu ran forward and helped Feng Xiaotian up. Although she did not like him and clearly rejected him, Huo Wu was grateful for his affection for her.

"Ha... It seems that I only have this little ability. Let alone Beixuan, I can't even beat one of his younger brothers. What qualifications do I have to stand up for you." Feng Xiaotian laughed at himself.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, Brother Feng. Huo Wu is very grateful for your thoughts, but since I was a child, the only one I like has always been Xiao Xuan. He treats me very well. Although You are a little more carefree, but it did not make me feel wronged." Huo Wu said bluntly, "Brother Feng, thank you very much. Sometimes your protection of me often makes me feel that you are more like me than Brother Wushuang. Big brother, but you really should let it go."

"Haha, maybe, it's not that easy when it comes to the situation." Feng Xiaotian said with a bitter smile.

"Then get drunk and relieve a thousand worries." Huo Wushuang stepped forward, hooked Feng Xiaotian's shoulder and smiled, "Let's go, brother, I will take you to a good place, Xiaoxuan, Hongjun, you come with me."

"Where are you going? I'm going too." Huo Wu saw this and was about to follow.

Huo Wushuang stopped her and said, "Little sister, you are not allowed to come with me today. This is a matter between us men."