Gourd of Douluo

Such a genius should not be autistic by me, Wang Xiaofeng thought to himself as he looked at Fan Wu with a look of disdain in front of him.

"...The game begins." After the host saw that both sides were already in place, he hurriedly ran off the soul fighting platform. After all, the attack range of the soul master level could reach the entire venue, and he did not want to be accidentally injured.

"Hey, the guy on the opposite side, give you a chance to make a move first, otherwise you'll have no chance at all once I make a move."

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Hurry up, have you finished spreading your spores?"

Tang San in the audience was suddenly startled, and subconsciously used his Purple Demon Eyes to look at the ground on the stage. Under the illumination of the light, most of the ground on the Soul Fighting Stage was indeed covered with tiny green light spots.

"When did you find out!" Fan Wu's arrogant expression suddenly turned serious. He subconsciously held his right hand to cover the martial spirit in his palm.

He had defeated many soul masters with this technique without being discovered, but why did he suddenly overturn this time?

Wang Xiaofeng pointed to the ground disdainfully, "Brother, read more books. One of the two characteristics of the blood thorn is that as soon as it reaches maturity, it will continue to emit tiny spores and reproduce. How could I not be prepared for this? You should have summoned your martial spirit a long time ago, so talking nonsense to me is just a waste of time."

"Yes, you guessed it right." Fan Wu nodded, indicating that Wang Xiaofeng was right. "However, your biggest mistake was giving me time to set up the venue."

Fan Wu's expression changed, and three soul rings immediately rose from his body. The three yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings were obviously the best configuration.

"The first soul skill, savage growth!"

As soon as Fan Wu finished speaking, blood-red thorns suddenly grew out of the Soul Fighting Platform, covering an area of ​​more than ten meters in diameter around Fan Wu's body, occupying almost half of the Soul Fighting Platform, and these thorns It was still spreading towards Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Xiaofeng began to dodge backwards, dodging thorns one after another. However, the Soul Fighting Platform was so big that the places where he could dodge were limited, so from the audience's perspective, Wang Xiaofeng seemed to have been cornered.

Tang San kept the Purple Demon Eyes open, and he discovered that every time Wang Xiaofeng dodges, he would secretly spray out some unknown yellow liquid.

Wang Xiaofeng was gradually forced into a small corner by the bloody thorns. At this time, the Soul Fighting Stage was already covered with bloody thorns. The thorns are full of sharp thorns, and no one would want to get bitten by them.

The second characteristic of blood thorns is paralysis. People who are stung by blood thorns will be poisoned by a toxin. The wound will continue to bleed, but it will not cause any pain. The poisoned person will lose blood unconsciously. Death from too much.

"Hey, you can't run away now."

Fan Wu laughed happily, so what if he discovered his method, he still had to lose.

"The second soul skill, thorn strangulation."

Fan Wu's second soul ring lit up, and a large number of bloody thorns suddenly surrounded Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Xiaofeng's three soul rings glowed, and at the critical moment, he jumped into the air to avoid Fan Wu's attack.

"What's the use of hanging on for breath? It's better to just jump off the stage to avoid suffering." Fan Wu's expression remained unchanged, and he held his right hand against Wang Xiaofeng in the air. More blood thorns grew out of the soul fighting stage and bound towards Wang Xiaofeng. go.

"Bang bang bang!" A sound sounded at Wang Xiaofeng's feet. Suddenly, Wang Xiaofeng was like a nimble swallow, dodging the thorns that were coming towards him in the air, and even rushed towards Fan Wu.

"This is Xiaofeng's self-created soul skill, Shunpo! Although it is very rough, it is indeed the prototype of martial arts." Tang San watched Wang Xiaofeng's constantly dodging figure with interest. He had to say that in some aspects it was ghostly. Even the fan traces are inferior to Shunpo.

"So that's it. Now the entire soul fighting platform is covered with thorns. Only a small open space is left around the control soul master. This is a cocoon." Dai Mubai finally understood Wang Xiaofeng's layout. It's hard for Wu himself to move, so he can save a lot of soul power.

"But that control-type soul master should still have soul power. At least he should be able to use the third soul skill." Ma Hongjun said worriedly at the side. If the control-type soul master with the plant spirit does not meet him on the soul fighting stage, When it comes to fire attribute soul masters, that really takes up too much of a geographical advantage.

The battle on the stage changed rapidly. Fan Wu did not expect that Wang Xiaofeng could move in the air. However, he still had a third soul skill that was useless. He could not avoid his third soul skill at such a speed. Fan Wu's purple soul The ring shines brightly.

"The third soul skill, thorns..."

"Hoo ho ho."

Suddenly, the thorns on the field ignited a fierce fire, and the Soul Fighting Stage suddenly fell into a sea of ​​fire.

The soul thorns were burned by the flames, and the soul power in Fan Wu's body suddenly fell into chaos. In addition, the third soul skill was suddenly interrupted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"How about it, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?" Wang Xiaofeng landed in front of Fan Wu and clenched his fists, "Are you ready to admit defeat on your own, or should I send you down?"

"How did you make my martial spirit burn?" Fan Wu lay on the ground and asked dully.

"This is a secret." Wang Xiaofeng didn't want to fall into the plot where the villain died for talking too much, so he rushed towards Fan Wu.

"It's not over yet." Fan Wu picked up a bloody thorn from the ground and waved it towards Wang Xiaofeng's face.

"Bang." Wang Xiaofeng punched him with his backhand, smashing the thorn stick in his hand, and then hit him hard in the face without losing strength.

Wang Xiaofeng felt that he was not very relieved, so he punched him in the face a few more times. Fan Wu was so beaten that he rolled his eyes, tilted his head and fainted.

"Hit someone without slapping in the face, why are you so vicious?" Wang Xiaofeng pulled Fan Wu who had fainted and threw him out of the soul fighting platform.

"This...let us congratulate Wang Xiaofeng for winning." The host quickly announced that Wang Xiaofeng had won, and then asked the soul master responsible for repairing the soul fighting platform to quickly put out the fire.

The entire twenty-two-point soul fighting arena's one-on-one soul fighting stage suddenly became lively, with thunderous applause. Such a special competition made their eyes light up, and some spectators began to cheer Wang Xiaofeng's name.

"How is it? Did this give you some inspiration?" Wang Xiaofeng got off the Soul Fighting Stage and joined Dai Mubai and others with a smile.

"Brother Feng, you played great." Oscar and Ma Hongjun ran forward excitedly and hugged Wang Xiaofeng heavily.

A few of them knew that in this battle, Wang Xiaofeng clearly only used Shunpo and no soul skills at all. The shining soul ring was just to cover up Shunpo. The whole game was won purely by Wang Xiaofeng's wisdom. .

"Brother Feng, how did you burn the thorns?" Tang San asked curiously.

Wang Xiaofeng took out a bottle containing yellow liquid from the soul guide, "You will know it as soon as you smell it."

Tang San took the bottle and opened it, a unique smell slowly came out from the bottle.

"Oil!?" Everyone said in unison.

"Yes, this is pine oil. It cost me five gold soul coins to barely cover half of the fighting spirit field. If I lose, the money I spent on the pine oil and fire discounts will be wasted." Wang Xiaofeng took the pine oil and put it into the soul guide, and began to introduce his fighting ideas to everyone.

"Most of the control-type soul masters are plant spirits, such as Tang San. Mubai at the same level is no match for him, but Fatty's evil fire has a strong ability to restrain him, while Ma Hongjun, in turn, defeats him. But Mubai. Martial spirits always restrain each other, so there is no unsolvable ability, you just need to use your brain."

"Okay, my battle is over, and it's up to you to see what happens next." Wang Xiaofeng's unique fighting method opened a new door for everyone, letting them know that although the soul ring and soul skills are very strong, they are always powerful. It's the soul master himself.

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PS: The inspiration came from Douluo. The scene between Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San was really amazing.