Douluo's strange martial spirit

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"The first soul skill: Phoenix Firewire."

As the soul skill was activated, a pillar of fire hit Zhang Zheng's seat.

Grabbing Zhu Zhuqing's wrist, Zhang Zheng smashed Zhu Zhuqing towards Tang San before the Phoenix Fire Line attacked him.

With a sliding step, his men were already out of the firing range.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun immediately tilted his head, and Phoenix FireWire followed his movements and began to change direction.

"Binding the Immortal Rope!"

Seeing that the flames were about to burn on his body and the rolling heat waves were already hitting his face, Zhang Zheng just uttered a few words coldly.

Following his voice, gourd vines broke out of the ground at Ma Hongjun's feet, binding him tightly.

"Oops! My line of sight was blocked by the flames just now. I thought Xiao Zheng had put away his martial spirit.

But judging from this, he just let the martial spirit burrow into the ground while we were not paying attention, preparing to wait for the opportunity. "

Just after barely catching Zhu Zhuqing with Blue Silver Grass, Tang San immediately noticed Ma Hongjun's embarrassing situation, and his face darkened immediately.

But thinking about Ma Hongjun's second soul skill, he was a little more excited.

Being restrained by the gourd vine, Ma Hongjun panicked for a moment at first.

"Xiaogang, Hongjun's second soul skill, just restrains the binding skills of plant-type martial arts.

This time, President Zhang miscalculated. "

This time, Flanders felt that he could finally show his face in front of his old friends.

Just like Tang San's relationship with the master, Ma Hongjun was his direct disciple.

Although Zhang Zheng did not become a disciple, he could still be considered a student of Yu Xiaogang.

Although he couldn't win, if Ma Hongjun could beat him by even one move, Flanders would think it was something worth celebrating.

You know, there is a big gap in soul power between the two.

"Boss Fu, you think too much.

That Zhang Zheng's soul skill has a fire immunity skill. I don't think his martial soul will be afraid of the little fat man's flames. "

Seeing his boss smiling proudly, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but remind him not to be too proud.

Forehead...!

"The second soul skill: Phoenix on Fire."

As the soul skill was activated, the flame began to burn with Xiaopang as the center.

"Teacher, Zhang Zheng cheated!"

Seeing that the gourd vine on his body was fine and instead tightened tighter and tighter, Ma Hongjun muttered to himself with a sad face.

"well...!

Zhang Zheng, it’s a bit tight!

Can you let go of me first and I admit defeat. "

Seeing that the marks on his body were getting deeper and deeper, the little fat man Ma Hongjun finally chose to admit defeat without any spine.

It's just sparring, this isn't about fighting for your life.

"Zhuqing, Rongrong, Oscar, you guys should go down too.

Zhuqing's soul power is almost exhausted. After a while of fighting, I won't be able to protect you two by myself.

Rather than that, it's better for you to leave first, and then Xiaozheng and I will give it a try. "

Seeing that Ma Hongjun also gave up, and Zhu Zhuqing's soul power was almost exhausted, Tang San could only take on the battle by himself.

"This bastard Xiao Zheng, as long as Xiao Ao wants to make sausages, he will violently attack him with gourd vines immediately without giving him a chance.

The result is that Xiao Ao didn't have any effect, but it cost me a lot of soul power to protect him.

Rongrong too.

Her soul skills have finally been unleashed.

But at the beginning, she increased the power of Fatty's attack systems.

After they were eliminated one after another, her role now is equally insignificant. "

Thinking of this, Tang San expressed that he was also helpless.

"Although Xiao Zheng is not very familiar with them, he knows their soul skills very well.

This guy has no intention of letting the support function at all.

Not attacking them first would cause trouble for the combatants. "

Looking at Zhang Zheng with resentment, Tang San suddenly felt that his senior brother was really bad now.

Seeing several people withdrawing from the open space one after another, Zhang Zheng stretched easily and then put away the gourd vines.

"San'er, I haven't had a duel in three years. Let's get back that feeling today.

Let's relax, you can use whatever hidden weapon you want.

Poisonous or non-poisonous ones are fine.

Anyway, Brother Zheng, I am immune to the poison, and you can’t kill me. "

After flexing his neck twice and clenching his fists, Zhang Zheng stepped towards Tang San.

Regarding Zhang Zheng's straightforward statement that he was immune to the poison, Tang San suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

That guy has strong physical fitness and is immune to poison. Coupled with the dynamic vision of his second soul skill, he might actually be the nemesis of his hidden weapons.

If you haven’t played before, who knows who will lose and who will win?

Tang San has a character that refuses to admit defeat, which is also a necessary condition for him to be the protagonist of the original work.

As the distance between the two gradually narrowed, and finally after approaching a certain distance, Tang San's eyes suddenly turned purple, and then he kicked his feet on the ground, and his figure began to become erratic.

"It's a ghost again. It's really blind confidence."

In his gaze, Tang San's figure flickered in and out, making it difficult for people to figure out his attack position.

But relying on his strong mental power, Tang San's position was locked in his lock.

"San'er, actually I've wanted to beat you again for a long time."

Zhang Zheng doesn't know any light kung fu skills, nor any mysterious attack methods. His attack method always relies on his physical fitness far beyond ordinary people and his combat experience to carry out violent crushing.

Avenue to Jane.

As long as it is a move, there is a way to break it.

But being upright and defeating ten groups with one force, despite the huge disparity in strength, the effect is amazing.

With a strong kick on the ground, Zhang Zheng's figure was like a sharp arrow from the string, directly inserted into Tang San's steps.

Use force to break speed.

What's more, Tang San's movements were just weird, and his pure speed was actually just that.

Without any fancy moves, Zhang Zhengshi hit the ground with a powerful and heavy punch.

In an instant, he made a big hole in the playground, and Zhao Wuji and others could even feel the vibrations coming from under their feet.

The flying clods of earth hit Tang San, forcing him to stop and use his Xuanyu hand to block the clods of earth.

"This guy Xiao Zheng, this kind of brute force is really unreasonable."

Feeling the power coming from Xuanyu's hand, Tang San felt a headache.

"Tsk tsk, I found you."

Facing Tang San who had to slow down, Zhang Zheng's body appeared in front of him without saying a word.

"So fast...!

Is this kind of speed really something that the Soul Emperor can possess? "

Seeing Zhang Zheng suddenly appearing in front of him, Tang San was immediately startled.

Feeling the power coming from the opponent's fist, he didn't dare to use Xuanyu's hand to hit it head-on.

He leaned back to the extreme and avoided Zhang Zheng's blow in an iron bridge posture.

He then rolled back a few times to put some distance between himself and Zhang Zheng.

Swish, brush, brush...!

While retreating, he had countless hidden weapons in his hands, hitting Zhang Zheng very quickly.

This attack did not require merit, as long as it could delay Zhang Zheng's pace, he would be considered successful.

But when he was rolling and looked at Zhang Zheng's seat again, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Disappeared!

Zhang Zheng's figure actually completely disappeared in his eyes.

Even if Zhang Zheng is not of the agility attack type and has the physical fitness of an ordinary titled Douluo, Tang San is still not good enough in front of his speed.

Hearing the sound of breaking through the air behind him, Tang San quickly stopped, raised his foot and kicked back hard.

Following that, two flying knives shaped like willow leaves were already heading towards the direction of the sound.

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