Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

The two-on-two soul fighting platform is twice as large as the one-on-one. After all, the number of soul masters is doubled, and they need more space to perform.

"In the sixth game of the two-on-two spirit battle, Feiyun will compete with Please Kill Me, and please kill me. There is only one person in the Please Kill Me team, which means he will have to fight against two," the host announced loudly. road.

"What? One versus two? That's too arrogant. I think he overestimates his capabilities..." There was a lot of doubt in the audience.

"Come on Feiyun Group, you can't lose..." The audience was optimistic about Feiyun Group and cheered for them.

At this time, Sikong Zheng had already arrived at the Soul Fighting Stage. Hearing the doubts from the audience, he ignored them and treated them indifferently.

The Feiyun group consists of a man and a woman. The man is thin and thin, as if he has been squeezed dry. The woman is average-looking but has a hot figure.

"Hmph, you actually want to fight two, but don't say that we are bullying the few. Boy, do you have that ability?"

The thin man looked disdainful and sneered.

Sikong Zheng picked his ears and said, "You talk a lot of nonsense, come on, hit me, come on."

"The second soul skill - Wood Clone, what about now? Don't say that I bully the minority with more," Sikong Zheng said with a smile after creating two clones.

"Haha, Xiaoyun, take action and teach this brat a lesson," the thin man sneered.

The thin man shouted violently: "Speed ​​Nether Wolf, possessed," as the martial soul possessed him, three soul rings rose up, arranged in yellow, yellow and purple.

The woman with a hot figure is a kind of thorn martial spirit, also equipped with a yellow, yellow and purple spirit ring.

"Second soul skill - Netherworld Claw," the thin man's century-old soul ring lit up, and he directly used his second soul skill, drawing a blue shadow in the air and rushing towards Sikong Zheng.

The hot-figured woman's second soul ring lit up, "The first soul skill - thorn killing," and thorns sprang up from the soul fighting platform and strangled in the direction of Sikong Zheng.

The thin man was the first to kill, and the cyan claw attack on his hand suddenly approached.

The clone took the initiative to meet him, and the thin man stabbed Sikong Zheng's chest with his right claw. Seeing the situation, the clone Sikong Zheng locked his hands and performed a move to catch the wolf's claw with his bare hands, locking the thin man's arm tightly, making it difficult for him to do so. Get away.

The thin man's momentum pushed Sikong Zheng backwards, and the cyan claws gradually penetrated the clone's chest, but the clone still refused to let go.

"Haha, I succeeded," the thin man was secretly excited.

Suddenly he seemed to notice something and said harshly: "What do you want to do? Let me go quickly." The thin man tried hard to withdraw his palm, but found that his arm was tightly bound.

The other clone seized the opportunity, quickly went around behind the thin man, put his palms together, exposed two fingers, exerted force on his arms, and screamed, "Thousand-year kill," and suddenly hit the thin man's buttocks.

The thin man suffered such a heavy blow and fell to the ground, "Ah~hiss~, you, you, hiss~ha~his~ha~his~ha~."

After saying that, his face turned pale, he covered his mouth with one hand and tightly covered his butt with the other hand.

The clone stood up expressionlessly: "Young hero, what a nice butt."

At the same time, the thorns rushed in front of the real body, and suddenly thick tree roots rose from the ground. The slender thorns were nothing compared to Mu Dun. The thorns that rushed in front of them were crushed by the roots and scattered all over the ground. .

The way the clone defeated the thin man had already been noticed by the hot girl. When she saw the clone looking towards her, the hot girl was shocked and subconsciously covered her butt and took a few steps back.

Sikong Zheng took back his clone and said righteously: "Don't worry, those clones did it. I am a gentleman and will never do such despicable things."

Sikong Zheng decisively passed the blame to the clone.

The fiery girl looked at Sikong Zheng warily with an expression that said, "I believe you are the only one who has the devil."

"Boy, you forced me. I must kill you with the third soul skill - Night Wind Blade." At this time, the thin man gradually recovered from the thousand-year-old attack and looked at Sikong with a gloomy expression. politics.

The thousand-year soul ring on his body lit up, and the cyan wind gathered on Qingyou's wolf claws, making a tooth-piercing sound. One meter long cyan wind blades slowly formed, and crescent-shaped wind blades appeared on both claws.

The thin man gritted his teeth and looked at Sikong Zheng, roaring angrily:

"Boy, die for me."

He was really going to be mad at the boy in front of him. He was hit by the Millennium Killing move. Even now, his legs are trembling, and his anus is even slightly itchy.

The two thin and sharp wind blades shot at Sikong Zheng at high speed.

The fiery woman watched her teammate go berserk due to Sikong Zheng's anger, and did not try to comfort him. After all, what his teammate needed now was not comfort, but the pleasure of revenge.

At the same time, the hot girl looked at her teammates sympathetically.

"In that case, let me play with you! The third soul skill - the birth of the tree world."

Sikong Zheng looked at the wind blade aimed at him with disdain.

The purple soul ring on his body lit up. Sikong Zheng clapped his hands and pushed his palms forward. Huge trees emerged from under his feet and spread around the soul fighting platform.

Two wind blades slashed at the big tree in front of Sikong Zheng, leaving only a gap of about an inch long, and the wind blades quickly disintegrated.

The thick giant tree instantly enveloped the entire Soul Fighting Platform. The skinny man was too shocked to escape in all directions. The first soul ring on his body lit up, seeming to increase his speed.

It's a pity that he, who is already surrounded by the tree world, is already in Sikong Zheng's pocket, and no matter how hard he escapes, he can't escape from his grasp.

Finally, the thin man was exposed under the dense attack of the big tree. He was hit hard on the ground by the tree trunk, and the roots tied him up.

The thin man struggled fiercely, but he could only watch helplessly as his soul power was quickly sucked away by the big tree. The strength of his struggle became smaller and smaller until he lost all strength.

Sikong Zheng didn't move since he came on stage. He didn't look at the thin man who was being dealt with anymore. He turned to look at the hot girl and said:

"Your teammates have been taken care of by me, what about you? Do you still want to struggle again?"

The fiery woman looked at the small forest surrounding the entire Soul Fighting Platform in shock. She couldn't help but compare it with the thorns she had created. This kind of field control ability was as good as the sky.

The difference in strength was too big. She really couldn't imagine that the kid in front of her who was younger than them could be so powerful. She didn't take it seriously at first and felt like he was teasing them.

"Alas, we admit defeat," the fiery woman sighed.

After hearing the hot girl admitting defeat, Sikong Zheng took back the giant tree and completely presented the scene on the soul fighting stage to the audience.

The audience in the auditorium looked at the scene on the stage and stopped cheering for Feiyun. The audience was silent. They couldn't believe for a moment that they actually lost two against one.

It wasn't until the host stepped forward to announce that the group "Please Kill Me" had won that the audience gradually came back to their senses.

The audience who came back to their senses cheered enthusiastically for this powerful young man. They saw a wonderful battle.

Amid the cheers of the audience, Sikong Zheng put his hands in his pockets and proudly walked out of the Soul Fighting Stage.