Douluo: my wife Mo Xie

"shadow!"

An Ye used his fourth soul skill.

"Cowardly, but always following and hindering, a shadow of conspiracy."

Following Dark Night's curse, the dagger he held in both hands emitted black substance, covering the dagger and his hands.

"Being in darkness, hunting outside the light!"

The black substance condensed, and two two-foot-long double blades appeared in Dark Night's hand, fixed on his wrist.

An Ye put his feet on the ground and pushed hard against the golden dragon, slowing down its speed.

He ducked to the side, and the golden dragon roared away from him. Suddenly, the golden dragon swung its tail.

"Hu-Qiang!"

The shadow resisted with both blades and was almost slapped off the stage. After stabilizing his body, he quickly rushed towards Zhang Qiling, whose hands were empty.

Now that Zhang Qiling is unarmed, it is a good time to defeat him.

Zhang Qiling stretched out his right hand, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. He resisted the dark night while retreating.

However, because the spear was made from condensed soul power, it only caught a few attacks from An Ye before disintegrating in the air. However, An Ye did not attack and quickly dodged aside.

A golden dragon flew over where he had just stood, then coiled around Zhang Qi Ling, turning into a golden dragon gun and returning to Zhang Qi Ling's hand.

The return of the Golden Dragon Spear caused Zhang Qiling's face to turn pale instantly. Zhang Qiling shook his head and continued to point the spear at the dark night.

Lian Ming frowned and muttered: "What a useless soul skill." Lian Ming could see that Zhang Qiling's soul power had been almost exhausted, and the culprit was the golden dragon.

Lian Ming turned around and said to Teacher Cuihua, "I'll go there first." Then he hugged Mo Xie and walked toward the stadium.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiling persisted on the field for a while and then lost.After stepping off the stage, he saw Lian Ming waiting aside. Zhang Qiling thought for a while and said, "Come on."

Lian Ming replied: "I know."

"Please invite the members of the Tiandou Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy team to come on!" the referee said before the players came on the stage.

Lian Ming walked past Zhang Qiling and stopped, saying, "Watch my performance next."

Zhang Qiling nodded as if he was worried and said, "It's up to you."

Lian Ming's lips raised, and he walked onto the field looking in a good mood.

Zhang Qiling looked at Lian Ming's back with a complex expression. He and Lian Ming had a secret. In half a year, Lian Ming, who was ten years younger than him, actually said that he wanted to recruit him.

Zhang Qiling thought this was a joke at the time. You must know that at the beginning, even His Highness Xue Qinghe, who had the support of his closest three-year-old education committee grandfather, could not impress him.

Until Lian Ming made an offer that he couldn't refuse. This offer was neither too serious nor too light, but Zhang Qiling just couldn't refuse. After this competition, he would follow Lian Ming.

"hope so!"

Zhang Qiling sighed, turned around and walked towards Tiandou Royal Academy, leaving behind a figure with empty footsteps.

On the field, Lian Ming was already facing off against An Ye. An Ye stared at Lian Ming warily. When collecting information in Wuhun Hall, only Lian Ming's information was unclear.

There is no information on the fourth soul skill, the information on martial arts is not inaccurate, the attack methods are only roughly understood, and there is no age standard, because the contestants participating in the Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition are generally 20 to 24 years old, so there is no need to pay attention.

But being the last player to appear will definitely not be easy. An Ye is also very careful, after all, he is also the last one.

"Wuhundian team, captain, Anye, level 48 attack weapon soul sect, please give me some advice." Anye planned to get some information out.

Lian Ming gave a slight salute and said: "Tian Dou Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy team member, Lian Ming, level 43 power attack weapon soul sect, please give me your advice."

"Weapon Soul Master?" Shadow murmured curiously.

"Both sides, please prepare, the game is about to begin!" the referee announced standing in the middle of the field.

The referee raised his hand and shouted: "Ready-start!"

Lian Ming's body shape changed instantly, and Gan Jiang Moye's mode directly completed the possession, with no dialogue or transformation process at all.

But this also made Shadow wary. Lian Ming's appearance as a general had changed too much, and now even his face was covered with a mask.

I saw Lian Ming directing the sword stab at his feet to send him to the edge of the arena in the dark night's doubtful eyes, and then he stood there quietly.

An Ye was very alert to Lian Ming's honey operation, thinking about what Lian Ming was going to do.

Then the two sides stood on the stage and looked at each other quietly for nearly 5 minutes.

"What are they doing?" asked a member of the Thunder Academy team.

Thunder Academy, which had lost the individual competition, did not go back to the hotel first, but was still watching the battle between the Tiandou and Wuhundian teams in the auditorium in order to get some information about them.

"I don't know. I'm probably looking for the opponent's weakness. Maybe the next time I attack, I'll kill him with one hit." Another team member responded.

"Hey! They moved!"

On the field, An Ye saw that Lian Ming was still making no move, so he couldn't help but take the lead. He held two daggers in his hands and rushed towards Lian Ming.

Lian Ming was actually waiting for An Ye to take action. He was also curious about why An Ye didn't take action for so long. Didn't he take the initiative in the fight with Zhang Qiling just now?

"Is it finally here?" Lian Ming smiled.

When everyone was puzzled, he slowly turned around, leaving his back to the dark night, and faced the audience.

"What is he doing?"

"Um...maybe I want to admit defeat."

An Ye is also puzzled by Lian Ming's behavior, but this great opportunity is right in front of him. The timid will be starved to death and the bold will be starved to death.

To be on the safe side, An Ye also released his third soul skill and quickly approached Lian Ming.

"Protector of the Evil Tomb."

Lian Ming whispered, and the second soul ring lit up.

Seeing this, An Ye ran a little faster and made money to knock Lian Ming off the stage before Lian Ming could resist.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

The dark night is shouting in my heart, victory is ahead!

Finally, the Dark Night dagger stabbed Lian Ming's back. The familiar feeling did not come, but instead seemed to be pierced into a hard stone, unable to penetrate at all.

Suddenly, swords stabbed out of Lian Ming's armor at this moment, passively, and the anti-stab armor was triggered.

"Now!" Lian Ming suppressed the untriggered second soul skill and released it instantly.

Forced to move five meters backward, he passed directly over An Ye who was resisting the anti-armor sword stab behind him. The sword thorns under his feet lifted up from the ground, lifting An Ye high and flying towards the audience.

"I won't do the last hit this time." Lian Ming said to himself.

An Ye was pushed to the bottom of the arena ten meters away, shook his dizzy head, and looked around blankly.

I was thinking: "Why did I fall down?"

Lian Ming looked at the paused referee and said, "Referee, have I won? Can I step down?"

The referee immediately withdrew his attention, coughed twice, and announced: "The Wuhun Palace team battled against the Tiandou Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy team, and the Tiandou Royal Advanced Soul Master Academy team won!"

"Thank you." Lian Ming thanked him.

"That's fine too!"

Everyone else was covered, and this was the reason for going to the edge at the beginning. Shouldn't we knock the opponent down first?