Death of Douluo

"The second soul skill, ghost shadow!"

The second soul ring under Zheng Ren instantly lit up, and the black mist shrouded his figure instantly. The next second, Zheng Ren's figure disappeared from Mo Fan's field of vision, leaving behind a mass of black mist, even if Even with the exploration of the spirit son's veins, Mo Fan still couldn't pinpoint Zheng Ren in the black mist.

Moreover, the black mist moved at an even more astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, there was only a short distance of five meters between the two of them.

Mo Fan frowned. Although he kept retreating violently, the distance between the two was still visibly shortened.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, facing this weird soul skill, Mo Fan could only tentatively shoot an arrow towards the black mist. At the same time as the long arrow was shot, Zheng Ren's figure emerged from the black mist. , the wolf claws braved the cold light and grabbed at Mo Fan.

At this time, the distance between the two people was less than two meters. At this distance, they were only enough to make one change of movement.It is no longer possible to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Mo Fan clenched his hands into fists and the long bow in his hand immediately dissipated, and all the moon-white spirit seeds merged into Mo Fan's body. He blasted out his hands at the same time, facing Zheng Ren's wolf claws.

Zheng Ren couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this. With the difference in soul power between the two, Mo Fan actually wanted to confront him head-on, and even met his wolf claws with his fists. A soul master actually wanted to compete with a soul master for strength. Who is this? Give him confidence?

However, when the palms of the two people really touched, Zheng Ren's expression changed again.

Mo Fan's fists were surprisingly powerful, and this power also contained a strange destructive power, and this strange power also targeted the soul.

Bloody outfit!Injecting the spirit seeds into the blood vessels greatly increases the destructive power exerted by the body. This is the power of the blood-moving equipment. All the spirits formed by Mo Fan's long bow were incorporated into the blood vessels, and then the explosion broke out. This weird punch came out.

This is one of the results of Mo Fan's hard training in the past month.

Although he had only initially mastered the ability to move the blood armor, Zheng Ren still felt dizzy under these two punches, and Zheng Ren's movements were also affected again.

Relying on this brief moment of slowness, Mo Fan retreated, and then stepped back again to open a meter of distance.

"Damn it, is this kid a hedgehog? Was that his own soul skill just now?" Zheng Ren suffered a secret loss again. Looking at the first soul ring under Mo Fan's body that had not changed at all, he couldn't help thinking in his mind. He cursed secretly,

As a soul master, Zheng Ren naturally has much more combat experience than Mo Fan. Although it is just a simple claw, he has already been prepared for both.

The first one was that Mo Fan's hands were frustrated and were blown away by him. Even if the second one was that Mo Fan caught a claw, if he grabbed it with his backhand, Mo Fan's fists would at least be bruised.Without the support of his hands, Mo Fan would still lose the chance to resist.

However, what he didn't expect was that Mo Fan's weird soul attack was so pervasive that his plan failed.

But the Soul Lord is the Soul Lord after all. After a brief intertwining, Zheng Ren suddenly woke up. He was pulled in again within a short distance of one meter. The wolf claws brought out the cold light and grabbed Mo Fan's neck. At this time, Zheng Ren was again I don’t want to get entangled with Mo Fan anymore.

Zheng Ren's absolute confidence told him that with his speed at this one meter distance, Mo Fan had no chance to dodge. Even if he barely reacted and counterattacked, he was ready. This time he would not let Mo Fan. Fan this little hedgehog ran away.

"Flying Sickle Kick!"

Mo Fan's calm voice sounded, and the snow-white figure suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

"Another self-created soul skill?!" Zheng Ren hit the air again with his claws, his expression obviously dull. Mo Fan had given him too many surprises in the past few fights.

Flying Scythe Kick is a Quincy's high-speed movement method. It adjusts the flow of spirit particles under its feet to achieve high-speed movement. At its extreme, the speed it can achieve can even surpass spatial teleportation.

Flying Sickle Kick is one of the essential skills for Quincy, and now Mo Fan's Flying Scythe Kick can only be regarded as barely getting started. The rapid flow of spirit seeds has allowed Mo Fan to distance himself from Zheng Ren. , but only a short five meters.

Moreover, Mo Fan's flying sickle legs obviously cannot be used continuously. After pulling away, Mo Fan's movements slowed down again. Mo Fan glanced at the time on the screen and felt the little soul power in his body. , and did not continue the rash attack.

After all, Mo Fan is only at level [-] and does not have much soul power. Whether it is blood-moving equipment or flying scythe legs, the consumption is not small. Coupled with the continuous maintenance of the spirit son veins, Mo Fan has no soul power in his body at this time. The consumption is not small.

At this time, there was only one-fifth of the time left, so Mo Fan became cautious because from the beginning to the end, Zheng Ren had not used any offensive soul skills.

"How many trump cards does this kid have?" Zheng Ren stared at the first soul ring under Mo Fan that had not been lit up for a long time. He felt particularly uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was being despised.

However, what he didn't know was that it wasn't that Mo Fan didn't use this first soul skill, but that he simply couldn't use it.

"I don't believe in evil!"

Zheng Ren's feet suddenly exerted force, and the figure was ejected again. The distance between the two was once again closed, and the wolf claws were again grabbing at Mo Fan.

The ability of the blood-moving equipment can surprise and catch others off guard, but now that it has been exposed, Zheng Ren will definitely be on guard if he encounters him head-on again, and he will definitely be the one to suffer.

Mo Fan also knew this, so he cut out with both hands at the same time, instead of continuing to choose a head-on confrontation, he grabbed Zheng Ren's wolf claws.

The close combat was more of a battle of soul power. His soul power was not as good as Zheng Ren's, and his strength was also weaker than Zheng Ren's. However, Mo Fan still chose to get close, so he naturally had his own plans.

"A close fight? It's really a wise choice. The consumption of self-created soul skills is definitely not small. This kid's soul power is going to be gone."

In Zheng Ren's opinion, a soul master's soul power is limited. Whether it is self-created soul skills or soul ring soul skills, a certain amount of soul power will be consumed.And if it's just hand-to-hand combat, the consumption of soul power will be much smaller.That's why Mo Fan chose to fight.

"The only thing this kid can rely on now is the first soul skill that he has not used for a long time. It's a pity that you don't have a chance."

Zheng Ren's wolf claws were like hungry tigers pouncing on food. Mo Fan's cut hands were directly pressed down by Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren flipped his wrist and directly grabbed Mo Fan's arms. With the difference in soul power level and the beast's martial arts Due to the increase in the soul's own strength, Zheng Ren believed that his sharp claws could easily pierce Mo Fan's skin and flesh, and the battle would be over by then.

However, when Zheng Ren actually grabbed Mo Fan's arm, Zheng Ren discovered something was wrong...