Douluo's My Name Naruto

"Tch, it's like this again. What's the use of being red?" A bald man next to him curled his lips in disdain.

The master heard the sound and looked over, and asked:

"Hello, this is our first time here. May I ask, what kind of soul skill is the red mist on the field and how long will it last?"

The bald man was upset. Seeing the thin body of the master, he just wanted to let him taste the enthusiasm of the local people, but suddenly felt the chill behind him. Then he noticed that there was a man with glasses behind the master. , was staring at him fiercely, and also released a vague soul power, creating a sense of oppression.

Obviously, the other party is not something he can afford

The bald man instantly changed his mind and was forced to open his business

"This Han Jing is like this every time. He insists on creating this red mist. This is the second time I watched him fight the soul. The last time I saw nothing, it ended inexplicably. My vote was wasted. Money. As for what it’s used for specifically, I don’t know.”

"Is he like this every time he fights?" The master frowned.

"I heard so"

At this moment, a sharp loud noise suddenly came out of the fog, and the sound attracted both the master and Flender, and the bald man took advantage of the situation to stay away from them.

in the ring

After rushing into the red mist, Taolong felt the air around him became thicker, and his every move was restricted.Different from Zao Wou-ki's gravity field, the red mist is more like mud

But the main ingredient is blood

I don't know how many people he killed to accumulate such a huge amount of blood.

With his sight blocked, Taolong opened Sharingan, and just as Gouyu emerged, he suddenly turned to the left. The next moment, five blood swords flew towards him, the third soul ring lit up, and a fox tail lifted up, attacking immediately.Seeing that the three blood swords had submerged in half of the blades, they lost their strength.

This was just the beginning, the sufficient blood reserves turned into more blood swords, attacking from all directions, Taolong activated the tail guard to protect himself in the barrier.

Han Jing's attack power was really strong, and he almost cut his Nine-Tails coat without using soul skills in the first collision, which was something that the previous soul kings couldn't do.

The frequency of Blood Sword's attacks is getting faster and faster, and under Han Jing's control, it starts to attack repeatedly. Taolong can only keep infusing chakra to maintain the defense of the tail guard.

On the edge of the red mist, Han Jing already had a smile on his face. As a veteran of the Great Soul Arena, how to hide one's soul skills is often the key to victory, especially for a murderer like him. If it is cracked, it may kill the opponent.

He held two two-handed swords, and a steady stream of blood gushed out, covering the entire arena.In the red mist, even if the opponent has the ability to defend, but he can't find where he is, the soul power has been continuously consumed, and it will be a matter of time before he dies from exhaustion.

And Han Jing's fourth soul ability, which can store the blood of soul masters killed in the past, is the core of his overall strategy. Although the scene looks big, the demand for soul power is actually much smaller.

With this trick, he even has the confidence to touch the soul emperor who has just been promoted, let alone this little guy at the soul sect level.

Han Jing estimated that he could step down to collect money after half a stick of incense at most.

Hey, there are quite a few fools betting on each other.It's ridiculous to want to buy me.

In the tail guard, what Han Jing couldn't see was that Taolong's right hand was drooping, his left hand was holding his right wrist, strands of lightning were twisted like thin twisted threads, they obviously didn't like each other very much, and they were full of excitement when they were in close contact Reluctant, but under the coercion of Taolong's father, they had to reluctantly meet first, had an awkward chat, and then couldn't wait to separate.However, due to the limited space, they met each other again within two steps, and then went through the familiar and annoying blind date process again.

From dissatisfaction to disgust, from disgust to hatred, the energy fluctuations became more and more manic, half of Tao Long's body was driven to tremble, and finally, this restlessness reached a peak

Like countless birds chirping together, the ear-piercing sound pierced through the red mist and echoed throughout the Soul Arena

Chidori

Even if it is not perfect, it is just a prototype, but it is easy to dig a hole in a soul king with low defense like Han Jing.

The moment Chidori condensed, the fox's tail stretched and exploded to slap the blood sword away. The next moment, Taolong rushed straight to Han Jing's hiding place.

Chidori's thunder stimulated Taolong's body, increasing his speed to a terrifying level. The thunder light scattered, exorcising evil spirits and breaking through the fog. Because Taolong was in the center of the red fog, the audience could only hear the sound, but still couldn't see it. what happened

But Han Jing was different. He clearly saw a bolt of lightning rushing towards him.

"The fifth soul skill" Han Jing couldn't figure out how Taolong found his position, so he could only fight to the death. But before he could shout out the name of the soul skill, the scorching and violent thunder had already penetrated his heart.

"How could it happen, so fast?" Han Jing stared blankly at the man wearing a mask in front of him. The outcome was reversed in an instant. The calculations and layouts that he was proud of and had never failed were just like this. broken

The two-handed sword has not yet been raised, and Han Jing can no longer make it drink and donate blood.

Tao Long pulled out his arm, and after losing support, Han Jing fell to the ground with a thud, bleeding from his body.

The red mist began to disappear, and the people in the fighting spirit field were finally able to see the situation on the field clearly.

"This is, the soul sect who dies wins."

"Hahahahaha, I won. I really won and I'm so happy."

"Oh oh oh oh one girl, two girls, three girls, my girls, uncle, here I come."

Taolong's victory set off wild cheers from the audience. Although nothing was seen clearly about the battle scene, as long as the bet wins, these details can be ignored.

Naturally, there are also people who lose money, look pale, cry bitterly, and their sorrow flows upstream

Those who didn't know thought that their own father died on stage.

The host didn't bother to announce the result. This kind of fighting spirit, it's impossible for the dead to win.

Tao Long was still standing on the field. It was very interesting that after Han Jing's death, the Wuhun two-handed sword did not disappear, and was still absorbing his blood. It was not until Han Jing was sucked dry that the two-handed sword dissipated.

I have to say, this kind of martial spirit is really evil

Shaking his head, Tao Long turned around and prepared to leave.He has already heard that the next team battle will be Shrek's, and he plans to join the teachers first.Come to think of it, Grandmaster and Flender should be watching their own fighting spirits from the audience.

At this moment, a black mist floated from Han Jing's body, and two sword blades could be vaguely seen in the mist, silently blending into Taolong's body.

No one noticed this scene.

Including Tao Long himself.