Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

What is this requirement? !

I have never seen such a request! ?

"If that's the case, then I'll help you!?"

The flames on the opponent's stone armor continue to burn.

His martial spirit is also very special.

For now, his five soul skills form personal fusion skills with each other.

For example, the current state is the fusion of the fourth soul skill, rock heavy armor, and the second soul skill, flame armor.

The increase is to the extent of 1+1=2.

Rock is more about defense than strength.

Fire and power.

It stands to reason that having such a special martial spirit would be more popular among various forces, but he came from a poor family and had wasted his early life. He is now nearly 50 years old and cannot make up for it.

Otherwise, he would not have become a frequently defeated general in the Soul King Field. With a level 59 strength, he would have lost to soul masters below level 55 many times, including even level 51 soul masters.

Muzige and her opponent fought together again, and this time both sides tried their best.

Gradually, it became increasingly difficult for Mu Zige, who was already at a disadvantage, to resist, but the vague feeling of barrier in his heart remained the same as before.

"Ding!"

Once again, he swung his opponent away with his sword, but Mu Zige was no longer able to pursue the victory. The parts of his white clothes that were not protected by the armor were shattered, and the armor itself also had cracks, as if it would be shattered in the next moment.

The opponent also looked very embarrassed. His stone armor was missing pieces here and there, especially the stone armor on his chest which was completely empty.

"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. Since I've been disabled to this extent, it's okay to lose to the Soul King. I didn't expect... I almost lost to a Soul Sect today. Seriously..."

This is the emotion coming from the often defeated general, but there is deep sadness in this voice.

His martial soul is not bad, but due to the neglect in the early stage, it has become like this. It is not an exaggeration to call himself the weakest soul king.

After sighing, it’s time to take action.

First round……

Victory in a fight to the death.

The first white soul ring lit up, and the ball behind him, which could not be seen clearly, turned cyan and was smashed down.

It turned into little bits of brilliance and squeezed into the gaps in the stone armor, and then vines grew out and wrapped around the stone armor.

The opponent rushed forward, and the pair of iron fists struck with great power as before.

But this time, Muzige had no intention of resisting.

He stared straight at the opponent's charging fist, closed his eyes, and grasped the Jingchen Seven Star Sword tightly in his hand, feeling the barrier.

It seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and Mu Zige also exuded a faint and inexplicable aura.

but……

What else is missing?

In Private Room No. [-], Tang Lingling, Zhu Zhuqing, etc., who had been nervous all the time, opened their eyes wide, and their bodies moved subconsciously, but they soon realized that there was nothing they could do.

Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena, and Yan looked at Bibi Dong immediately: "Teacher (Pope)!"

Then came the others.

Tang Lingling, at this moment, guessed what Mu Zige wanted to do. She had mentioned this method to Mu Zige before.

It is to use death to understand the way of swordsmanship.

"What's the use of this!! Your opponent doesn't know how to swordsmanship, so his understanding may be infinitely reduced."

Tang Lingling cursed secretly in her heart, and blamed herself for not being able to clearly explain the pros and cons to Mu Zige.

Tang Lingling looked at Bibi Dong who looked serious and said: "Teacher, please tell Mu Zige. This is not how to understand the sword. You need to determine the direction of your sword. For example, I use revenge as my strength, integrate my anger into my sword moves, and understand The power of the sword. When I was almost relieved, I naturally understood the meaning of the sword. Finally..."

"Believe in yourself and believe that the sword in your hand can help you win. If you don't even believe in your sword, how can you understand the power of the sword?"

Bibi Dong nodded lightly.

The referee started his explanation again, feeling that the "Lingling Ball" player would definitely win this time because the "Xingtian" player had lost his will to fight.

He thought to himself that this Xingtian was already dead at first glance, how could he possibly turn around again?

If it happens again, he will eat his own martial soul.

On the ring, Mu Zige was knocked out by the opponent's punch.

At this moment, his ears were ringing, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, falling to the ground.

The opponent was stunned and didn't understand why Mu Zige didn't fight back. Could it be...

Enough to live?

Unsatisfactory life?

"Cough cough."

Mu Zige stood up and looked at the sword in his hand blankly.

don't understand why,

It's obviously only a little bit close, but why can't we "break" this point?

"Little dove."

Suddenly the pope's voice came to his ears. Muzige raised his head and scanned the audience, while the voice in his ears kept saying:

Lingling, let me tell you the way of swordsmanship..."

"Determine the direction of your swordsmanship..."

"Believe in your sword..."

"If you don't even want to trust your sword, how can you...enlighten it?"

Mu Zige lowered his head again and looked at the sword in his hand: "Do you believe in your sword...?"

"boom."

The momentum of the sword was slowly gathering, and Mu Zige finally broke through the barrier and understood the momentum of the sword.

The opponent was shocked and confused, thinking that Mu Zige was planning a big move.

After fighting for so long, he didn't dare to underestimate Mu Zige.

But just when he was about to take action, an old and majestic voice suddenly came from his ears, and his body suddenly froze in place and stopped moving.

Mu Zige stared at the sword in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, and a handsome face reflected on the smooth sword surface.

"Can you lead me to win this battle?" Mu Zige whispered, but...

There is still a long way to go.

The ever-increasing sword power stopped growing.

At this moment, Mu Zige could be regarded as understanding the power of the sword, but it could also be said that he was not.

Because he still cannot believe in his sword wholeheartedly and has not fully understood his own way.

Believing in one's own sword is not just a reminder. What can be achieved is an understanding. What is required is to get along with each other and...

victory!

"Then... let's win this one!?"

Mu Zige holds the Jingchen Seven Star Sword in her right hand and stretches out her left hand.

The Mechanical Eight Spider Spear activates its super transformation form, and Super Kabu... cough, turns into a soft sword.

It's really soft and can be bent at will.

On another high platform next to the ring, the referee's mouth twitched. Could there be something else going on?

Do I really want to...

Muzige fought against her opponent again.

But fighting again.

Muzige himself has no confidence.

Although he understood the power of the sword, his physical strength only recovered a little.

It can be said to be physically and mentally exhausted.

The attacks during fights also seemed much softer.

But he must win this victory with his own sword.Otherwise, it will become increasingly difficult for him, Mu Zige, to walk on the sword's path in the future.

But what made Mu Zige feel strange was that his opponent's attacks were obviously much stiffer than before, and they also revealed many very obvious flaws.

Muzige frowned as he looked at his gasping opponent.

The fight continues.

When the last sword hit the opponent, the opponent was already lying weakly on the ring, looking at Mu Zige nervously.

Mu Zige took back his sword, looked at the referee and was about to speak, but was suddenly stunned.

"Xiao Ke, don't kill this guy, I made an agreement with him."

Mu Zige smiled bitterly and muttered in his heart:

"Grandpa Qian Daoliu? No wonder his subsequent battles were so strange?"

"But I didn't intend to kill him in the first place."