[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The night passed quickly. For most students, the rankings in the promotion competition have been determined, so the next competition is basically a matter of letting go to ensure that the players will not get injured.

The same is true for Shrek Academy, because they understand the strength of their opponents and even better understand the strength of their own teammates, so they know the outcome of this battle well in mind.

As someone who had faced Meng Jiang directly, Feng Xiaotian also knew that he had absolutely no chance of victory. However, since Meng Jiang had never shown his full strength in a competition before, others at Kamikaze Academy did not know Meng Jiang's true strength.

They knew that the captain had powerful self-created soul skills, and Meng Jiang had just reached the fifth ring, so they felt that it would not be easy for her to win.

Meng Jiang and Feng Xiaotian entered the arena from two directions.

The site is large, and because it's a prairie, the ground is still a little soft under your feet.

As the highlight of today, the match between Shrek Academy and Shenfeng Academy was scheduled for the last match. At this time, the sun was already rising and the sun was shining brightly.

Meng Jiang, a member of the Shrek Academy team, is a fifty-level agility attack type war soul king and a martial soul bead type Ming Xin Umbrella.

Feng Xiaotian, captain of the Shenfeng Academy team, is a level 44 attack-type fighting soul sect and a two-headed wolf of the martial soul blast.

As soon as he stepped onto the playing field, Meng Jiang met Feng Xiaotian's gaze, waved and smiled innocently, "Hey, hello, we meet again~" The corners of a pair of cat eyes were slightly raised, and the smile was bright.

"Oh, hello." Feng Xiaotian had an expressionless face and a pair of dead eyes with a cold tone. He didn't want to see Meng Jiang at all.

Here, Meng Jiang's mood was as good as today's weather, while over there, Feng Xiaotian looked tragic as if he was going to die, looking up at the sky with the desolation of "a strong man never comes back".

Tsk, the sun is a bit dazzling. Isn't it good to be windy on a cloudy day? It's still cooler without the sun.

The referee said on the side that both sides could release their martial spirits.

Meng Jiang's right wrist shook, and the bead-linked Mingxin Umbrella appeared in her palm. She floated lightly in the air, looking down at her opponent, and the playful look in her eyes was gradually replaced by seriousness.

On the other side, Feng Xiaotian also released his martial soul, the two-headed wolf of gale, in the blue light of soul power.

The two-headed wolf of the wind, wind element, strong attack, must be very explosive, and as a wind element, the speed should not be bad, and think of the players of the Kamikaze Academy in the previous game...

"The match begins." The referee announced.

"Feng Xiaotian, you can fly, right?" Meng Jiang hooked his hand, "Why are two people who can fly fighting on the ground?"

All the members of Shenfeng Academy can fly through soul skills. As the captain, Feng Xiaotian should not be without flying soul skills. In the previous game, the opponent only used the first and second soul skills, so the flying soul skill must be the third. The third or fourth soul skill.

The greater possibility is that it should be the third soul skill, because as a power attack type, Feng Xiaotian's strongest soul skill at present should not be an auxiliary soul skill.

Making some assumptions, Meng Jiang induced Feng Xiaotian to fight with him in the air. No matter whether flying was the third or fourth soul skill, the soul power required would be the same.

Feng Xiaotian was not fooled, and he also speculated on Meng Jiang's actions.

In previous games, Meng Jiang had not used all five soul skills. Generally speaking, the soul power consumed by a soul skill is directly proportional to its ranking. Although when Meng Jiang uses a skill, his soul rings either all go off or all light up. There is never an exact pattern. It's like playing tricks on others. , so there is no way to estimate her soul power consumption through this, but the soul power of the fifth ring is always deeper than that of the fourth ring, so the "consumption" method is not applicable, and you must beware of opponents engaging in a war of attrition with you.

Meng Jiang: I would never use such an ugly method! (That’s weird)

After excluding the stealth skills, the opponent still has at least four skills. Self-created soul skills will not be considered for now.

So, it’s better to strike first!

All the thoughts lasted only a moment. The next moment, the first soul ring on Feng Xiaotian's body had already lit up. Sharp wolf claws stretched out from his palms. His sharp eyes were locked on Meng Jiang. Ten wind blades suddenly sealed Meng Jiang to death. All of Ginger’s escape routes.

Time did not allow Meng Jiang to think too much. Even she would be injured if she received this blow without any preparation.

At the first moment, Meng Jiang eliminated the defensive Dingbo Dilan and Lightning Chiyu because she didn't want to waste the few skills she could display on defense.

In this case, attack is the best defense.

The most basic thing is to hit the water three thousand times, with a sweep of the spiritual umbrella, the majestic soul power turns into water waves, swinging away the three wind blades that are coming towards him. At the same time, Meng Jiang uses the reaction force generated by the collision of attacks to turn over in the air, and escape from the block. He avoided the remaining seven wind blades in the empty space where he attacked.

While turning over to dodge, Meng Jiang threw out the closed spiritual umbrella with his backhand, and the spiritual umbrella with soul power shot towards Feng Xiaotian who was standing on the field.

After the collision of the previous blow, Feng Xiaotian had already realized that Meng Jiang's soul power was not something he could defeat head-on with his first soul skill. His body suddenly jumped out, with a speed comparable to that of an agility-type soul master. While avoiding Meng Jiang's attack, he jumped into the air, and the sharp wolf claws on both hands brought wind like blades.

"Bang!", the spirit umbrella's attack flew into the air, and the huge power exploded the grass, throwing up large amounts of soil and grass clippings.

Meng Jiang stood in the air using Penglai's fighting skills, filled his palms with soul power, and directly caught Feng Xiaotian's wolf claws. Suddenly, Meng Jiang felt pain in his hands. Feng Xiaotian's explosive power should not be underestimated.

But her soul power was deep, and even so, Feng Xiaotian still couldn't break through Meng Jiang's soul power defense. At this time, the spiritual umbrella was already under the control of Meng Jiang's will. After the first attack failed, it spread out and flew upwards to attack Fengxiao Tianhou's heart. She clasped the opponent's wrist with both hands to tap the acupuncture points.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian felt awe-inspiring.

He had seen Meng Jiang's ability to tap acupoints, and those who were restrained by acupuncture were all unable to use their soul power. If his acupuncture points were charged, the game would be over immediately.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Xiaotian grabbed Meng Jiang's hand tightly by holding their hands together, and decisively used his first soul skill again, ten wind blades erupting at a very close distance.

If he directly suffered this attack, even Meng Jiang would not feel comfortable.

In the stands, Tang San was anxious when he saw this critical situation. If he hadn't believed in Meng Jiang's strength, he would have almost rushed into the venue.

Feng Xiaotian held on tightly. While Meng Jiang controlled him, he was also restrained. He was a little annoyed for a moment.

The soul power boiled in the body, and then it was directly detonated and burst out of the body. Meng Jiang simply swung out the soul power from all over his body. The powerful energy fluctuations not only shook Feng Xiaotian away, but also blocked the ten wind blades.

This style of play has nothing to do with "elegance" and can even be called "barbaric". It is different from Meng Jiang's style in any previous games.

No one expected that Meng Jiang would fight back like this. Feng Xiaotian faced the impact of the five-ring soul king's soul power. Even though his body was protected by the soul power, his blood was still boiling, his chest hurt unbearably, and his throat was bloody. diffuse.

He was hit to the ground so hard that the impact even made a big hole in the grass.

"Hiss—" Oscar took a breath of air, and Ma Hongjun murmured in shock, "This power can't even compare to Xiao Wu's eighth-level throw..."

Ning Rongrong covered her eyes and looked at Feng Xiaotian, who was motionless in the field, through her fingers, and spoke the thoughts of everyone at Shrek, "Is he okay? Is he... dead?"

In the air, Meng Jiang, who was standing with an umbrella again, also had this worry.

She was a little annoyed just now, but she didn't want to seriously offend Feng Xiaotian. For a moment, she was worried that she had struck too hard and lost control. If so... then it would be her fault.

"Hey..." Hesitatingly, Meng Jiang slowly approached Feng Xiaotian, who had not moved for a long time on the ground, while being wary and observing the other person's situation carefully.

"Don't worry." The master suddenly said, "The game is not over yet."

Qin Ming on the side added: "Until now, genius Feng Xiao has used one soul skill."

As if to verify the accuracy of their words, Feng Xiaotian suddenly moved on the ground, his second and third soul rings flashed, and a pair of cyan wings appeared on his back.

Meng Jiang immediately distanced himself again.

She watched Feng Xiaotian slowly rise into the sky, and her face, which had been pale due to injuries, returned to rosy, as if all the pain had been healed by the use of soul skills.

No, it doesn't seem like it, his injury has indeed fully recovered!

"My second soul skill can increase my attack, defense, and agility by 50%, while my third soul skill can restore my condition to its optimal state." Feng Xiaotian explained.

"I can see it." Meng Jiang was a little depressed.

It felt like she had a fight with a hidden sword and almost beat the opponent to death, only to find out that the opponent had ordered Katama.

It’s amazing to be able to recover blood!

After doing this for a long time, she exhausted her soul power, but nothing happened to Feng Xiaotian.

The previous worries were thrown directly to Java by Meng Jiang, but now she just wanted to press Feng Xiaotian to the ground and rub him.

"Next, I will use my self-created soul skill, the Wind Demon Wolf's thirty-six consecutive slashes." Feng Xiaotian faced Meng Jiang and spread his wings.

"Just come." Meng Jiang nodded and looked around secretly.

To make him so solemn, this self-created soul skill must be quite powerful. Meng Jiang was not afraid of the power of Feng Xiaotian's attack, but he was afraid that the opponent would force her out of the prescribed range of the competition venue.

After all, although he is flexible in the air, he also lacks a focal point. He is afraid that like just now, his advantage will be used by Feng Xiaotian to turn it into a disadvantage. But if Meng Jiang was to give up her advantage in the air, she was unwilling to do so, because many of Penglai's skills could only exert their greatest power in the air.

Then there is only—

With a long roar, Feng Xiaotian rushed toward her like a shooting star chasing the moon. His wings filled with blue light cut through streaks of sunlight, but he made no sound.

Feng Xiaotian has reduced his own wind resistance to the minimum.

What a great speed!

Meng Jiang was shocked. Feng Xiaotian's speed was even faster than her agility attack by two points.

The soul power gathered in the palm of her hand again, she did not dodge or dodge, and slapped Feng Xiaotian's wing blade with one palm. The soul power of both parties collided, and the waves of souls traveled around the two of them, forming a circle called "Chi Feng". "Earthquake Zone" wave, and within the scope of this wave, Feng Xiaotian's speed dropped by 40%.

Meng Jiang didn't have Tang San's famously tough black jade hands. If Penglai hadn't mastered palm skills, even if she was level fifty, she wouldn't have been willing to directly face Feng Xiaotian's wing blade with her flesh palm.

But when Feng Xiaotian saw that one attack failed, the next attack had already arrived and was blocked by Meng Jiang holding an umbrella. Then Meng Jiang was surprised to find that this blow was stronger than the previous one.

So she boldly guessed that with the attacks one after another, the power of Feng Xiaotian's 36 consecutive slashes would only become more powerful each time.

If so, Meng Jiang would never let the opponent have the chance to complete this move.

Moreover, after fighting for so long, it was time to end. Otherwise, if the fight continued, even Meng Jiang himself would doubt whether his strength was too weak.

Taking advantage of the wave of Chifeng Zhenyu before it disappeared, Meng Jiang struck out with his palm again and stirred up a thousand waves of water, roaring and surging like a tidal wave, and then followed up with a move that was as calm as the sea.

Suddenly, strong winds rolled in the field, and the water waves formed a huge waterspout rising from the ground, causing Feng Xiaotian to slow down by 70% again. At the same time, the powerfully aggressive waterspout was even unable to resist the wind element Feng Xiaotian, or It was said that it was precisely because of his wings that he was more easily swept away by the waterspout, and was directly taken out of the arena by Meng Jiang with an umbrella.

The cyan wind wings were torn apart by a stronger force, and Feng Xiaotian's arms were inevitably severely injured, but Meng Jiang had already spared his hands. Apart from his arms, Feng Xiaotian had no other serious injuries on his body.

The delicate-looking girl walked on the waves, her long black hair billowing in the wind. With a smile, she put the white umbrella on her shoulders, the white gauze on the umbrella was entangled with her hair, and said in a loud voice:

"This time, you, Feng Xiaotian, lost."

Kamikaze Academy lost.