The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

The arrogant speech touched Li Gou's fragile heart. Most of them are the descendants of Ke Qing, a master of Qibao Glazed Sect. They have good innate soul power and martial arts. Others are also geniuses, otherwise they would not be recruited to become core disciples. .

If Ning Rongrong lit it, then Mo Wen poured a bucket of gasoline on the fire, and the flames instantly shot into the sky.

A total of twelve core disciples stood in a row, ready to give Mo Wen a look.

Color Mo Wen indeed saw that the twelve people had the same color except for their soul rings, which were either yellow or purple. After being possessed by martial spirits, the colors on their bodies were all the same. The colors were so colorful that he, who usually likes ink painting, was dazzled.

"Yang Shenglong, martial soul twin spears, level 48 weapon martial soul fighting soul sect. Boy, I hope you can hold on, otherwise even if you are someone personally recruited by Elder Jian, I will break all your teeth!" Among the other 'Wolf Warriors', Yang Shenglong doted on his younger sister. He hoped that Ning Rongrong would reuse him when he became the sect master. He would not be like his grandfather, who looked at the warehouse every day and it was too boring.

If a 25-year-old fell in love with an eight-year-old girl, wouldn't he become a pervert? Yang Shenglong couldn't do copper smelting.

"Li Qinghe, Martial Soul Hand Axe, level 39 weapon Martial Soul War Soul Master, boy, I will chop off your head in a moment. If you don't see the head, you are still not a genius!"

"Liu Hu, Martial Soul Blood Tiger, Level 36 Beast Martial Soul Battle Soul Lord, boy, cherish your last time."

"........."

Every word is very impactful. Most people want to kill Mo Wen most right now. In Douluo Continent, a world where people have to kill soul beasts and absorb soul rings since childhood, it seems that "killing" is their way of venting their anger. .

The left ear goes in and the right ear comes out. Since Mo Wen dares to provoke them, he has the ability to defeat them. The combat power bonus brought to him by the holy way mental method and holy way martial arts can allow him to go head-to-head with high-level soul kings. This group of soul masters and one soul sect is really not enough.

Mo Wen had spent all day building muscles in the training ground. Mo Wen suspected that these people had lost all their satisfaction in training. He had just defeated the two most impulsive guys and only used less than a quarter of his soul power, regardless of whether it was friend or foe. Between the strengths and weaknesses, he immediately comes across as a brainless fool.

It can be seen that Yang Shenglong is very prestigious among this group of people. He arranged the tactics in a low voice. The others nodded repeatedly, and no one showed dissatisfaction.

Next fall will be the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Soul Master Competition. As the captain of the Holy Path Advanced Soul Master Academy team, Mo Wen is also the only one who can compete across levels. He estimates that he should be a level 39 soul master by then. .

It is too difficult for a team with all soul masters to achieve good results. Wuhundian Academy can only gather seven soul masters at the worst. This is the confidence of the number one academy in the mainland.

As his own missionary, Mo Wen wants to test his limits first, and then take "Mo Wen and his team of partners" to go further and attract more students with their outstanding performance.

After explaining the tactics, Yang Shenglong looked at Mo Wen sternly, "Let's get started, kid, it's not too late for you to apologize now."

"It's useless to talk more." Mo Wen took out his Mo eyebrows and looked directly at Yang Shenglong. His whole body was surrounded by black sword aura. He didn't look aggressive at all. But every time the sword aura came close to his body, he could feel the sharpness and indestructibility of it. Spirit.

"Okay, I respect you as a man. Brothers, come on, you must let him apologize to Rongrong!"

Yang Shenglong gave an order, and the twelve people surrounded him and began to slowly shrink like Mo Wen, preparing to use it to catch turtles in the jar.

Yang Shenglong, who was in the first place, took the lead, holding two guns in his hand, with four soul rings floating up and down, menacingly.

Using his own soul power to offset Mo Color's sword energy, Yang Shenglong's long and short spears collided with Mo Wen's Mo Wen's eyebrows and scabbard.

Yang Shenglong, who had absolute confidence in his level 48 soul power and horizontally trained physique, thought he could defeat Mo Wen, but he never thought that he would be the one to be defeated.

"Brothers, this person is physically stronger than me. Zhao Hao and Jian Hao were killed with just one move because they underestimated this. Please be more careful."

But it was too late. Li Qinghe, who wanted to make Mo Wen pay the price, was already on the throne. The three soul rings lit up together, and the ax in his hand became huge. He grabbed it with both hands and chopped it down hard, using his maximum strength. Strength, "Go to hell."

Feeling the murderous intention, Mo Wen frowned and chose not to hold back. He moved the sword's scabbard four or two times and hit the side of the hand axe. The next moment, he took out his hand and hit the other two people. His eyebrows were slapped hard on Li Qinghe's face. The man flew out with a red mark on his face.

Seeing what happened to Li Qinghe, the others also restrained themselves a little and were no longer so hostile. If they were slapped in the face in front of the goddess, they would not be able to talk in the future.

The hand ax forced the person on the right back. The agility attack type at the rear had already circled around. The two power attack types on the left also swarmed forward. Yang Shenglong from the front swung his double gun and killed him, putting Mo Wen in crisis.

"The second soul skill, Arc Slash." Injecting one-third of his soul power, Mo Wen held Mo Mei in his hand and spun around in a circle, and an ink-colored ring spread from his body. It was neither high nor short. It was not easy to jump over. He was short. If you avoid it, you will be targeted.

Even the powerful Soul Sect didn't dare to take the attack. For a moment, everyone except Yang Shenglong backed away, fearing that he would be targeted.

"Eat my two spears!" Yang Shenglong jumped over, but the next second his feet were entangled in the ink sword energy surging on the arc.

"Huh, what a trivial skill." He didn't take it to heart at all. The soul power surged in his feet, shattering the sword energy. The fourth soul ring lit up. The fourth soul skill: Gun Breaking Dragon Soul, two soul power dragons came from The gun flew out and rushed towards Mo Wen.

"Broken!" This time the talisman was shot from his eyes, and two soul dragons collided with it and shattered into powder. Mo Wen waved his eyebrows and went straight to Yang Shenglong's chest, preparing to repel the biggest threat first. .

"Ding!" The long spear and short spear defended against the two incoming weapons. As a descendant of a die-hard supporter of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Yang Shenglong had obviously practiced the Two Apertures Exquisite Heart and could freely control the two weapons with his left and right hands.

What was unbelievable was that Mo Wen, who was struggling, raised his foot and kicked Yang Shenglong straight in the stomach. He was instantly relieved and flew out.

Then he raised his hand to repel the two agility attack type soul masters and sent them off the fighting platform one by one. The worst thing in Douluo Continent is the agility attack type. They have no obvious advantage in speed, lack of physical strength, and insufficient attack power. They can only bully the support. A soul master.

He raised his eyebrows to defend against the two attacking fists. The golden light flowed in his palms, and the counter-shock force knocked back the two men. With one palm, he broke the defense of the two men. He vomited out a mouthful of blood. He staggered and could no longer fight.

There were only seven people standing on the field now. Yang Shenglong stood up again, and the seven people gathered together, preparing to attack.

Ning Rongrong outside the court was shocked when she saw Mo Wen move a kid. She never expected that there was such a person in the world. He could leapfrog and challenge twelve people and not fall short. Especially when the golden light gushed out from his body, it was as if he had divine help. .

Qing Yi was also fascinated by the superb fighting skills. In this world where the power of the soul is strong, a person whose martial soul is a sword actually has so many other means of attack, which simply breaks people's outlook on life.

"Brothers, we have consumed a lot of his soul power just now. If we swarm him now, we will surely capture him!" Panting heavily, Yang Shenglong was seriously injured by the kick just now. He will definitely not be able to survive another one.

The person who was thrown off the ring did not participate in the battle again, but watched the battle quietly. This was not a life and death battle. They were all our own people, and they could not be too cruel. Except for Li Qinghe, who was still lying dead, Zhao Hao and Jian Hao was watching the battle.

Facing the seven people swarming up, Mo Wen didn't dare to be too confident. He used his first soul skill, guarding the sword formation, and surrounded himself with the black sword energy of bamboo leaves. He added a state to himself, swung his sword up, and the saint Dao swordsmanship.

Weaving through the crowd, Mo Wen was extremely agile, dodging among a group of fighting soul masters, sometimes slashing at them with his sword. Fortunately, there were no control soul masters, otherwise this battle would have been even more difficult.

The feeling of not being able to use his strength was very unpleasant. Seeing his teammates being knocked down one after another and withdrawing from the battle, Yang Shenglong was extremely anxious. This was because he had not locked the soul skill, but this magical skill was too rare.

Another teammate was knocked down, and only Mo Wen and Yang Shenglong were left on the field. Their breathing was rapid and they were obviously very exhausted.

Feeling the little soul power left in his body and the severe consumption of physical strength, Mo Wen also had an intuitive understanding of his own combat power. In the soul master competition, a point-and-click competition, he could cope with at least three soul sects.

"Come on, one move will determine the outcome." Full of fighting spirit, Yang Shenglong was very satisfied with Mo Wen and recognized his identity as the next guardian. Such a genius is not worthy. There is no one in the younger generation in the entire continent who is worthy. .

"Come on." The clothes were also torn. It was not easy to fight against eleven Soul Lords and one Soul Sect with Soul Lord cultivation. It was not easy to hold on until now. Mo Wen didn't want to drag it out anymore. It had already been nearly an hour. , it’s almost time to have lunch.

"The third soul skill, Army Breaking!" Yang Shenglong roared and charged forward, waving his double spears with armor-breaking properties and using the strongest soul skill he could use.

Carrying the scabbard behind his back with his left hand, and holding Mo Mei in front of his chest with his right hand, Mo Wen slowly closed his eyes and said, "Let you see my latest swordsmanship."

In an instant, it was as if the sky and the earth were pale, and everything in sight was black and white. Several lines of ink-colored sword energy shuttled through Yang Shenglong's body, slashing at him fiercely.

Before he could reach Mo Wen, he lay on the ground and passed out. All the clothes on his upper body were reduced to pieces, and his hardcovered back was covered with bloodstains.

"It looks like I won." Mo Mei turned into a ray of light and flew back into his body. Mo Wen glanced at this group of cute wolves. At least he still had a bottom line. "You are all respectable opponents. I hope to meet again when I have time." Discuss."

"Go to hell." As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qinghe, who had been lying dead just now, finally seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of Mo Wen's soul strength and physical strength being at a low point, he swung his ax and struck the top of his head.