Douluo's opening sign to Chaos Clock

As the original Suiyun demon's blood whip struck his already torn body one after another, Ma Hongjun's pitiful wails became louder and louder, almost resounding throughout the entire Grand Soul Fighting Arena.

It was too painful. Being beaten by the demon blood whip, in addition to the huge pain like tearing the body, the demon blood whip also had a burning effect. At this moment, Ma Hongjun even wanted to die.

Of course Ma Hongjun would not sit still and wait for death at first. In fact, after discovering that he and his teammates were separated, Ma Hongjun was not very panicked.

It is true that Suiyun is very strong, but am I, Ma Hongjun, weak?

Maybe I'm no match for him one on one, but with a few moves I can hold on until my teammates come over, right?

Ma Hongjun thought this way, but the reality was like a basin of cold water, pouring down directly from his head, giving him a chill.

Faced alone with Yuan Suiyun, a soul sect who, like Tang San, had the fourth soul ring of ten thousand years, Ma Hongjun was quite disdainful, but in his heart he was already paying full attention to him.

Looking at Yuan Suiyun who was bullying him, Ma Hongjun did not hesitate and directly released his second soul skill, Phoenix in Fire.

With the increase in the two soul skills of Phoenix in Fire and Phoenix Wings, Ma Hongjun's Phoenix flame intensity has been enhanced to a quite terrifying level, and his attack range has also been increased by a full 50.00%.

"The first soul skill, Phoenix Firewire!"

Fierce dark red flames spurted out from Ma Hongjun's mouth, and the raging fire seemed to swallow Yuan Suiyun in an instant.

But the next second, something happened that left Ma Hongjun stunned.

Yuan Suiyun's figure flashed slightly in the air, and then he was away from the Phoenix Fire Line's attack range.

Ma Hongjun only felt that in the blink of an eye, five or six more figures of the opponent had appeared inexplicably, and each figure was holding two bloody whips in both hands.

Then came the brutal whipping.

"what!"

"Third brother, Boss Dai, help!"

Ma Hongjun was squealing as he was beaten with the devil's blood whip. His entire fat body curled up like a shrimp, and every inch of his body was bruised.

Torture, inhumane torture.

Ma Hongjun's attack could not hit Yuan Suiyun at all, and he could only passively endure the whipping of the other party.

What was even more uncomfortable was that he wanted to escape, but was suppressed by the demon's blood whip and could not move.

In panic, Ma Hongjun even used his fourth soul skill, Phoenix Roaring Strike.

This is Ma Hongjun's most powerful soul skill at present, and its explosive power is quite astonishing.

Phoenix Roaring Sky Strike, a limited skill in the back hand, cannot lock the opponent. Opponents within 5 meters will be stunned and burned by the magma rising into the sky.

Ma Hongjun's fourth soul skill is indeed amazingly powerful, but unfortunately, the forward swing when released is too long.

Every time Ma Hongjun released this soul skill in the past, it would only be effective if his teammates helped restrain the opponent.

Direct release, at this speed, most people can avoid it.

Therefore, Ma Hongjun was tragic.

On the viewing platform, Flender's old face was livid with anger, veins popped up on his forehead, and the black-rimmed glasses on his nose were almost broken.

"Damn it, this is clearly torturing Hongjun!"

Flanders was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped into rage, wishing that he could come on stage and save Ma Hongjun at this time.

"It's strange. With Tiange's temperament, he shouldn't do this?"

The master on the side is much calmer than his old buddy Flanders. After all, Ma Hongjun is Flanders's direct disciple, so it makes sense that the other party cares more about him.

The master looked confused, thinking that Yun Tiange was not of this temperament, and Yuan Suiyun was also an elegant and free-spirited person, so how could he torture Ma Hongjun like this.

"Hmph, you fat man is so mean-mouthed, now the retribution is coming."

Ning Rongrong felt very happy in her heart, but she still pretended to be indignant on the surface.

Here at Tianshui College, there is Shui Yue'er, a free-spirited girl who is afraid of chaos in the world, and everyone in Tianshui College has begun to make fun of Shui Bing'er.

"Tsk, captain, he's so kind to you!"

"Captain, you are so happy!"

"Wow, Captain, you are so lucky to meet such a person!"

Shui Bing'er's face was already as red as the flaming clouds in the sky.

"Shut up for me!"

. . . . . .

on the VIP seat.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ma Hongjun's miserable condition, frowned, and said, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

After all, Ma Hongjun is a member of Shrek Academy, and his precious daughter is also studying in this academy.

Emperor Xueye also said with some displeasure: "I think this child has lost the ability to resist. What do you think of Bishop Salas?"

Shrek Academy is now very close to the royal family of the Tiandou Empire.

A gloomy smile flashed across Salas's face, and then he said lightly: "Really? I can see from this kid that the flames he spurts are still so strong. It seems that his combat effectiveness is still good."

In Salas' heart, Yuntiange was one of his own, so of course he would open the back door like crazy.

Not to mention torturing Ma Hongjun like this, even if he killed Ma Hongjun on the spot, Salas would clean him up as negligent death without blushing or heartbeat.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep look at Salas. He had already understood that Salas had recruited Shrek Academy, but had gained nothing, so it was reasonable to hold a grudge and want to give him some shoes to wear.

On the ring, Ma Hongjun's screams gradually became muffled. This was not because Yuan Suiyun stopped, but because Ma Hongjun's voice had already become hoarse.

Yuan Suiyun was very measured in his attacks. The beating with the devil's blood whip would only leave flesh wounds on Ma Hongjun, but no hidden injuries would accumulate.

"Tiange, is it okay?"

Tang San frowned and said somewhat unbearably.

No matter what, Ma Hongjun is also his teammate.

"Haha."

Yuntiange smiled lightly and did not answer Tang San's words. Instead, he turned to look at Jiangzhu, the only auxiliary soul master in Shrek's team.

"Ma Hongjun's body is covered in bruises and bruises. I get goosebumps just looking at him. Can you go and treat him?"

Jiangzhu's martial soul is a healing scepter, which has the ability to heal soul masters. Although it is not as good as Jiuxin Haitang, it is still pretty good.

Jiang Zhu was startled for a moment, then nodded and walked forward.

"Jiangzhu, wait!"

Tang San suddenly shouted sharply.

Jiangzhu looked back at Tang San with some confusion. In fact, not only her, but Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu also looked at Tang San with great confusion, wondering why he stopped Jiangzhu from treating Ma Hongjun.

"If you go there now, you will harm the fat man."

Tang San sighed and looked at Yuntiange with somewhat complicated eyes.

Yuntiange only asked Jiangzhu to treat Ma Hongjun, but did not agree to let Ma Hongjun go.

If Ma Hongjun was cured in the past, wouldn't Ma Hongjun continue to be tortured?

What a ruthless Yuntiange!