Douluo Zhiwu's Wuhun can control time

Just as the Panlong Stick flew back, Zhang Chuwu quickly stepped forward and grabbed the oncoming stick with one hand.

The light around the Coiling Dragon Stick became brighter. Zhang Chuwu held the Coiling Dragon Stick tightly and rushed to a place less than three feet away from the galaxy.

"Violent, strong dragon pressure!" Zhang Chuwu shouted, and then slammed his right foot on the ground, rising high into the air. The length of the dragon stick in his hand increased from the original seven feet to two feet and one foot. The front end of the stick Become thicker again.

This time, Zhang Chuwu was condescending and with unrivaled momentum, he smashed the dragon stick in his hand towards Xinghe.

"The power of this stick is far beyond that of ordinary attack-type fighting soul masters, and it goes straight to the soul sect." said the ghost on the sidelines of the battle.

Yue Guan nodded lightly, and Zhang San and the other Soul Douluo were all convinced.

Especially Zhang San, the look on his face was quite worried, and he thought to himself: "I hope my grandson will not hurt His Majesty the Pope's disciples too seriously, otherwise I will not be able to explain to him."

At this moment, Zhang Chuwu's powerful stick fell down on the field, but Xinghe did not panic, stretched out his hands, and flicked with five fingers.

The sound of "swishing" broke through the air one after another, and five sword energy flew out from Xinghe's fingertips. The most powerful Shaoshang Sword and Zhongchong Sword hit directly at the Coiling Dragon Stick that Zhang Chuwu was smashing towards him.The fastest swords of Shaochong and Shaoze were the first to hit Zhang Chuwu's shoulders, while Xinghe's last sword, Shang Yangjian, kept circling in the air, waiting for the opportunity.

There were two soft sounds of "Puff", and Zhang Chuwu's left and right shoulders were cut twice by the sword energy fired by Xinghe. The pain on his shoulders and the strength of the sword energy itself made his body tremble, and the strength of his hands It also weakened a bit accordingly.

At the same time that the strength of his stick weakened, the Shaoshang Sword and Zhongchong Sword hit by Xinghe hit the Panlong Stick head-on. The two huge forces collided with each other, making an ear-splitting roar.

Zhang Chuwu's stick that fell in the air was stopped by the two sword energy drawn by Xinghe, causing his body to pause in the air for two breaths.

Two breaths passed, and the pale-faced Zhang Chuwu fell to the ground. He stood up straight with his legs, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he could hardly hold the dragon coiling stick in his hand.

At this moment, the Shang Yang sword, which had been flying in the air for a long time, flew silently from behind Zhang Chuwu, lightly cut off a strand of Zhang Chuwu's hair, and then disappeared in the air with the wind.

Zhang Chuwu stared blankly at the strand of broken hair falling at his feet, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"I lost" he said disappointedly.

Xinghe said: "Friendship comes first, competition comes second, don't be too discouraged."

"There's nothing to be discouraged about losing to a monster like you who can create his own soul skills at the age of six."

Zhang Chuwu smiled and said: "But having said that, your self-created soul skills have too many changes and are too powerful. I have also met a few geniuses who can create their own soul skills, but they Compared with your self-created soul skills, the gap is not that big."

"You already said I'm a monster. After all, it's a monster's self-created soul skill. It's understandable that I'm more powerful than ordinary people, isn't it?"

Xinghe smiled faintly and exited the field together with Zhang Chuwu.

Xinghe, who came out of the No. 13 Soul Fighting Arena, immediately ran to Bibi Dong and said with a smile: "Teacher, I won."

"Well, our Xinghe is really powerful, and we won this battle beautifully." Bibi Dong gently rubbed Xinghe's little head and said with a smile.

"Indeed." The ghost beside him nodded.

Yue Guan said: "This was a very exciting battle, whether it was Xinghe's self-created soul skills or Zhang Chuwu's desperate courage, they all made my eyes shine.

Zhang Chuwu was in a difficult situation, but he was still able to make the most rational judgment calmly and had enough courage to fight against the odds, which is worthy of praise.

Xinghe, on the other hand, remained calm in the face of Zhang Chuwu's majestic blow. He waved out five sword qi, the two fastest sword qi directly hit Zhang Chuwu's shoulders, weakening Zhang Chuwu's strength, and the two most powerful ones. The sword energy blocked Zhang Chuwu's powerful and heavy blow, and the last sword energy waited for the opportunity to win by surprise.

Every sword energy played a vital role. Xinghe's grasp of the battle situation and the timing of his attack was extremely accurate. He was worthy of being a disciple of His Majesty the Pope. "

Zhang Sandao: "Strong Dragon Pressure is the soul skill of my grandson's third soul ring. It has a lifespan of 700 years. It can be regarded as the trick that my grandson uses to suppress the bottom of the box. Coupled with his second soul skill of Violence, his strength and The defense and speed have increased by 70.00%. With such a stick, ordinary soul sects will find it difficult to resist, but Xinghe breaks it in such a clever way, which is really amazing."

Bibi Dong held Xinghe's little hand and listened to Yue Guan, Gui Mei and others praising Xing He, her eyes filled with smiles.

On the other hand, there was only a faint smile on Xinghe's face, which was forced by Xinghe to prevent himself from appearing too cold.After all, they were telling the truth, and he had heard so many such compliments in his previous life that he was already a little numb.Now only Bibi Dong's praise can make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Find another Soul Lord with a powerful beast spirit to be his opponent." Bibi Dong ordered again.

"Teacher, wait a moment." Xinghe said.

Bibi Dong looked down at Xinghe: "What's wrong, little guy?"

"Well, what I mean is, why don't we find a soul sect above level [-] this time to fight a soul sect above level [-]? I feel like it's a bit too bullying." Xinghe scratched his head and said.

Zhang Chuwu on the side was stunned when he heard this, and then he felt sulky in his heart: "Listen to the meaning of this little brat's words, does he look down on me?"

Bibi Dong was also slightly stunned for a while, and then said to Xinghe: "You want to compete with the Soul Sect. With your current strength, it will be a bit difficult to deal with the Soul Sect. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."Xinghe nodded, and then said: "My teacher has never really seen my strength."

"Okay." Bibi Dong nodded slightly, and then said to Zhang San: "Just do what he wants and find a Soul Sect to come over."

"Yes." Zhang San nodded in agreement.

After a while, Zhang San came over with a seven-foot-tall man as strong as an iron tower.

"It's him." Zhang Chuwu in the crowd looked at the big man who came with his grandfather, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of joy, and he thought to himself: "Xinghe's opponent this time is Lei Meng, how can he have that little shit now?" The child has suffered."