Douluo's Twelve Treasures Linglong Pagoda

After dozens of rounds of "fierce fighting", Ning Que defeated Huo Ling'er.

After a half-hour break, the second challenger ushered in.

The host held the microphone and said loudly: "There is a challenger below, and the black flash will appear."

Under the selection of the host, a slender and strong young man stepped onto the ring.

"Black flash, level 38 agility attack system soul master, martial soul is a black panther, extremely fast, and ruthless strikes, the last soul fight, almost killed the opponent."

A middle-aged man with a mustache said convincingly: "That little man named Ren Piaomiao must have consumed a lot of soul power when he defeated Huo Ling'er just now. I'm afraid the soul power hasn't recovered in half an hour. Against the black flash, he lost deal."

A rich middle-aged man next to him smiled and said: "Of course, look at the black flash. He has a strong body, powerful force, and his speed is even more outstanding. Then look at Ren Piaomiao, who hides his head and shows his tail, and has short-sightedness. At most, he will stop in the second round and suppress the black. Flash wins."

Mustache laughed loudly: "After listening to what my brother said, I suddenly understood. Originally, the odds of the winner in the second round were 200 to [-]. I planned to bet on the black flash [-] gold soul coins. Now I raise the bet, and I bet all my net worth." Black flash, big bucks."

As he spoke, he inserted a card into the card holder in front of the position and entered the amount.

Seeing this, the rich man gave a thumbs up: "Shoot when it's time to do it, brother is decisive enough!"

"Resolute, I think it's a lack of insight. Didn't you realize that Ren Piaomiao's fighting spirit seems to have narrowly won, but in fact he never used his martial soul?" A tender voice sounded.

"When you say that, it seems to be true. Could it be that he is hiding his strength?"

The smile on the mustache's face suddenly became solemn, and he turned his head to look, and found that the rich man next to him had slipped away at some point, his heart tightened, and he had a bad premonition.

Under the reminder of Tong Yin, some ignorant audience around showed a sudden look.

"Yeah, I still don't know what kind of martial spirit this Ren Piaomiao is!"

"I didn't see the soul ring either. Did you use your own soul skills to defeat Huo Ling'er?"

"This person hides his appearance, but judging from his voice, he should not be very old. It is unlikely that he created his own soul skills. Maybe they are family-inspired soul skills."

"On the mainland, there are only a handful of sects with family-inherited soul skills. With a sword, could it be the legendary Qisha Jianchen clan?"

"The Seven Killing Sword ranks second among weapon souls, second only to the Clear Sky Hammer. However, I heard that the Chen clan was exterminated decades ago, and only a few clan members fled to the end of the world. Could this person be the orphan of the Chen clan? "

……

Hearing the farther and farther remarks in the audience, Ning Que, who was hiding under the black robe, frowned slightly, and the corners of his eyes drifted away, and found that the person who had just demolished the stage was actually Ning Fengzhi.

Didn't this little fellow follow the Fifth Elder to hunt down soul beasts?

Be back so soon!

My stupid Odoudou, I won’t be on Fangjiewa for three days, right?

What's wrong with you, brother, won't your conscience hurt?

Turning his gaze, Ning Que looked at the black flash.

Black flash sounds like a fake name, or a code name.

This guy is wearing a leopard head mask, and he doesn't seem to want others to see him.

When he showed his martial soul, Ning Que understood why he called Black Flash.

Because after the appearance of this person's Wuhun Black Panther, his body was quickly covered by a black leopard phantom, a pair of furry ears grew on his head, a one-meter-long black tail grew from behind, his hands turned into sharp claws, and his face It twitched, and when it opened its mouth to let out a beast roar, four long and sharp fangs could be seen. The body was covered with smooth black fur, which reflected light under the light, like a human-shaped black panther.

As the host announced the start, the black flash, who didn't talk too much, rushed towards Ning Que quickly, so fast that he didn't intend to give Ning Que a chance to release his martial soul.

"Sword five. Void!"

Ning Que stepped forward, drew his sword out of its sheath, and a cold light flashed, shining to the extreme.

The black flash that rushed forward was startled, exerted strength from the waist, and turned in mid-air, his eyes were slightly dazzled by the light reflected from the blade.

"Second soul skill - Teleportation!"

The black flashes in mid-air hadn't landed on their feet, and the yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings shone, and their figure suddenly disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, and then appeared behind Ning Que.

The soul skill of teleportation is unique, it can cross space for a short distance and appear at any place within the coverage of the black flash of mental power.

However, it consumes quite a lot of soul power, and has always been used by the black flash as the bottom card of the bottom of the box.

[Every time I think of being forced to play the hole card as soon as I make contact, this guy named Ren Piaomiao is really powerful, but it's over! 】

A thought flashed in Black Flash's mind, and a pair of sharp claws suddenly extended, grabbing towards the back of the opponent's neck.

As soon as he was about to grab the back of Ning Que's neck, Ning Que felt the wind blowing from behind, and his expression was as usual, with the azure blue sword light turning nothingness into reality.

The blade of the sword splits light into shadows, and a blue sword flower blooms, which is gorgeous and dangerous.

In an instant, the sharp black claws were all cut off.

At the critical moment, the black flash used teleport again and pushed to the edge of the ring, sweating coldly and gasping for breath.

Ning Que turned his head to look and said with a smile, "Little cat, it's time for you to get your nails done."

"Damn it, there is no soul ring, isn't it a skill attached to the soul skill, isn't it a family-inspired soul skill?"

It is not difficult to create one's own soul skills, what is difficult is to inherit the soul skills of one's family.

Unless it is a martial soul that comes from the same line, even if you know the method of others' self-created soul skills, you can't perfectly copy other people's self-created soul skills.

Family-handed soul skills are skills that have been passed down through generations, such as the "Chaotic Cloaking Wind Hammer Method" and "Great Sumeru Hammer" of the Clear Sky School, the "Distraction Control" of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the "Distraction Control" of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan. "Dragon Transformation" are all family-inherited soul skills.

In the auditorium, some soul masters with sword-like weapons and martial souls saw Ning Que's swordsmanship, and their eyes lit up.

The "soul skills" displayed by Ning Que opened a brand new door for them.

It turns out that the sword can still be used in this way.

These soul masters rely too much on martial souls and soul skills, and few are talented in creating their own soul skills. However, after seeing Ning Que's flowing sword moves, some people seem to have a little insight, but they can't grasp it.

There are also some people who want to find an opportunity to catch Ning Que and force him to hand over his family's soul skills once and for all.

But they still don't know Ning Que's background, and they are afraid that if the other party has a strong backer behind him, they will put themselves in it instead.

Greed and reason are playing in their minds.

The third elder and the fifth elder were all watching the battle from the audience seats, and they kept a calm and composed appearance when they saw the young suzerain use a soul skill that had never been seen before.

Probably because he has seen too many surprises brought by Ning Que, he has become a little numb.

Even if Ning Que told them that he was the reincarnation of a god, the third and fifth elders would probably smile a little and never smoke.

And the black flash on the edge of the ring, looking at the severed nails that were flush with the middle fingertips, broke out in cold sweat.

For a moment just now, he almost thought that his hands had been cut off.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

However, he was also aware of the gap between the two, that kind of magical swordsmanship, now thinking about it makes his heart shudder.

He shouldn't be on the stage, he should be off the stage, just watch the opponent act aggressively, why come to challenge.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this is a defending competition, not a life-and-death fight.

But what if the other party accidentally hacked himself to death?