Come to Douluo, don't be a scumbag

The ten thousand swords in front of him were all fired with great momentum.

It is filled with a faint purple meaning.

Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, most people would be too scared to move even if they saw it.

Unfortunately, because of the concentration and dispersion of soul power.

The skill effect of this soul skill is not strong.

Maybe even Tang Muchen's skin couldn't be scratched.

Why is this.

Tang Muchen was slightly puzzled.

This person is ranked fifth, and he can be said to be the best among the great soul masters.

What's the backup plan? In other words, what are you going to do with this opportunity?

He had some warning in mind.

From the outside, it looked like Tang Muchen was directly resisting his injury with his flesh.

A sword that blocks the sky, and a person.

It constitutes the most beautiful scenery in the entire arena.

It wasn't until Tang Muchen came into contact with the sword that he realized that the sword transformed by the soul skill seemed to have no effect at all, and disappeared through his body.

Not a single feeling is left.

When I was in doubt.

Suddenly, a strong sword edge came from behind.

brush.

It was the sound of a sword piercing through space.

"Successful."

Zi Yaotian's long sword was less than a foot away from Tang Muchen.

His first soul skill can control its power independently. Of course, it must be linked to his own soul power cultivation, otherwise, the ten thousand swords he transforms into have power, wouldn't it just drain him dry.

This trick is unexpected, he has a way to hide his breath.

His lips parted into a grin, victory in sight.

Tang Muchen felt the sharpness behind his back.

"pity."

He stamped his left foot on the ground with a loud noise.

With this strength, he instantly flew upwards and made a 360-degree turn in the air.

Dodged this sharp sword.

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon claw exerted force instantly, condensing two golden dragons in the air to break through his defense.

boom.

A loud bang.

A figure flew out.

Holding a purple sword in his hand.

He did a few rounds in the air to cushion the impact.

"call."

He fell to the ground, kneeling on one knee.

The tiger's mouth holding the sword in his right hand trembled slightly.

"So strong."

There was horror in his eyes.

The two golden dragons that are thrown out at random can make it difficult for him to pick up the sword.

It is indeed No.1 in the enrollment quota of Wuhun Academy.

"However, swordsman, I would rather bend than bend."

He pulled out the sword stuck in the ground and stood up slowly.

"bring it on."

There was excitement on his face.

The left foot stretches forward, the right foot does not move, and the right hand gestures behind in a strange posture.

"call."

"bring it on."

He acted provocatively.

Several question marks slowly appeared on Tang Muchen's forehead.

"Let me take the initiative to attack"

"Then you have no chance."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If that's the case, then I will satisfy your request."

He shrugged his shoulders slightly and walked towards him.

"Golden Dragon, go."

Around his right hand is a huge golden dragon.

The blood-red eyes suddenly slammed into him ferociously.

"cut."

Jinlong's speed is extremely fast, but Zi Yaotian's speed is even faster.

He quickly swung the sword and put it on his head in a starting gesture.

A beheaded word.

The purple long sword fell.

The golden dragon's body was split into two.

The powerful impact made his sleeves scrape.

For a while, he looked like a master of swordsmanship.

"not bad."

Tang Muchen clapped his hands.

Appreciative eyes looked towards him.

"You just said it."

"Swordsman, it is better to bend than to bend."

"Then I will tell you now, I will bend you with my fist."

There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

He ran quickly.

Almost the next moment.

He came in front of Zi Yaotian and swung his fist suddenly.

Zi Yaotian's motor nerves could barely catch up, and in the end he could only stand in front of him with his sword horizontally.

boom.

There was a violent crash.

His figure flew upside down.

"How about it."

He's not attacking.

There was even blood on Zi Yaotian's nose, who was lying on the ground and his skeleton creaked obviously.

"I won't admit defeat."

He wiped his nose with his left hand.

His hands were filled with his own blood.

He smiled.

"happy."

Tang Muchen secretly felt bored.

"Let's deal with you."

He raised his fist.

With a strong wind.

"Have the opportunity."

Zi Yaotian grabbed his neutral position.

Wielding the sword in his hand, soul power poured into his body, and the sword in his hand flew towards his face in an instant.

"Hundred-step flying sword."

"This is a challenge that can leapfrog."

There was excitement in his voice.

"I used this to kill thousand-year-old soul beasts."

Tang Muchen already felt the sharpness of this sword, and it was unavoidable.

The far sharpness even made him feel like he had cut off his hair.

Brush brush.

The sword broke through the space, and charged directly at Tang Muchen with an irresistible sharpness.

"If you are an ordinary person, you will lose."

"There are so many people standing here, it is estimated that there are no more than three people who can block your soul ability."

"Is it a level-up challenge?"

"Kill the thousand-year soul beast?"

"I'm a soul beast that has hammered ten thousand years of flesh."

Tang Muchen let out a roar suddenly.

The golden dragon claw on the right hand swelled again.

Brutely took his hundred-step flying sword.

Make this sword unable to go any further.

Even from a tricky angle, it is impossible to break through the rock-like hands.

"Go to me."

He held the sword and threw it down hard.

The sword that lost the support of its soul power dissipated instantly at the moment of falling.

"You lost."

Tang Muchen's fist has quietly come to Zi Yaotian's face.

His face was a little bitter.

After a long time, he sighed leisurely.

"I always thought that with my control system, I wouldn't be able to give in to an attack system like yours. In the end, it seems that I was thinking too much."

He lowered his head and chose to admit defeat.

The hundred-step flying sword just now consumed all his soul power.

The winning blow quietly turned into nothing.

His loss can be imagined.

With his head down, Zi Yaotian was about to leave.

But Tang Muchen patted him on the shoulder: "Swordsman, I would rather bend than bend."

"I look forward to the opportunity to see you again."

"It will become very strong."

"At that time, let's have another game."

Zi Yaotian raised his head suddenly, and was about to speak, but saw that Tang Muchen had already left the ring to look for Gu Yuena.

"Hey."

In the end, Zi Yaotian was arranged by the staff to go out.

I believe this admissions exam will have some positive impact on him.

Even if he is not in the Wuhun Academy, he can also show his brilliance in other places.

The previous ones just now were all tricks, just for the final kill.

Really dare to do it.

If you get beaten to the ground in front of you, it's really over.

In short, Tang Muchen still admired him very much.

After getting off the ring, Tang Muchen smiled and returned to Gu Yuena's side.

"congratulations."

Ling Yan'er who was nearby congratulated her.

Tang Muchen nodded kindly.

He still likes this girl with a great figure.

"What did you just say to him?"

Gu Yuena's voice came.

"Just advise him to stick to his own path and don't choose to be discouraged."

"After all, in him, I saw my own shadow."

Tang Muchen still insisted on his own path.