Douluo: Opening Awakening Master Ball

Chapter 122 Bloodthirsty Team ([-])

The charged Qianjun Spear is far more terrifying than the Bull Crash performed by Zhao Yan.

In the midst of lightning and flint, a thousand-gun spear arrived in front of Ning Yuan.

If it were a strength-based soul master like Zhao Yan, Ning Yuan could still rely on his tyrannical physical strength to fight head-on, but the Thousand Spears belonged to the weapon soul.

The tip of his spear even faintly burned with flames because it broke through the sound barrier.

Even with Ning Yuan's strength, he didn't dare to pick it up with his bare hands.

He raised his leg and kicked Zhao Yan away in front of him.

Zhao Yan originally wanted to take the opportunity to restrain Ning Yuan so that Han Yu's attack could hit better, but he really didn't expect that the strength of the young man in front of him was unreasonable.

He immediately activated his third soul skill, which increased his power by 50.00%, but he was still kicked away.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a human being, but a terrifying humanoid soul beast.

Zhao Yan's throat tightened, and a large piece of blood mist flew out.

At the same time, Ning Yuan mobilized the evil power in his body, a sinister aura filled the air, and the temperature on the field dropped sharply.

"Guardian of the evil god."

He was silent.

Ning Yuan's palm was covered with a layer of gray mist. In a place with clear light like the Soul Fighting Field, it would be difficult to detect it without careful observation.

He raised his hand and grabbed the Qianjun Spear without hesitation.

"He's crazy!"

Everyone who saw this scene had this thought in their minds at the same time.

No matter how powerful it is, it is still a body of flesh and blood. To grab the Qianjun Spear with your hands like this is simply asking for death.

They believed that Tianshu's arm was definitely going to be crippled.

"Hmph, arrogance."

Student Barak who was watching the game sneered:

"Han Yu's second-seat Qianjun Spear, after the four levels of soul skills are superimposed, even a defensive soul master who is stronger than him would not dare to take it on. He is just an auxiliary system..."

When he was halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was a look of shock.

"impossible!"

I saw that the powerful Qianjun Spear lost all its power in Ning Yuan's hands, and was held so easily.

The four soul rings surrounding it lit up.

This proves that Han Yu's superimposed soul skills are being activated one by one.

However, there was no movement, the Qianjun Spear dimmed, and its invincible momentum disappeared.

In fact, Han Yu's soul skills were not ineffective, but they were completely eroded in an instant by the evil power wrapped in Ning Yuan's palm.

"Reciprocity."

Ning Yuan locked his eyes on Han Yu and showed a kind smile.

Seeing that his strongest attack was easily neutralized by the opponent, Han Yu was still in a dazed state. At this time, when he heard the words "reciprocity", his expression changed drastically.

With a hint of panic, he backed away.

The so-called courtesy reciprocity, how could Han Yu not understand what Ning Yuan meant.

It's just that Du Ze and Dewei's martial soul fusion skills have reached the most critical stage, and there is no time for him to take care of it.

Zhao Yan was kicked far away again. He was seriously injured and had no time to support him.

"Okay, this is my first gift to Barak Academy."

While Ning Yuan was speaking, he already held the Thousand-Jin Spear in his hand. After taking a slight aim, he threw the Thousand-Jin Spear in the posture of throwing a javelin.

At this time, Zhao Yan, who had broken several ribs, just stood up with difficulty when he saw this desperate scene.

Han Yu tried his best to control the direction of the Qianjun Spear, but under the huge inertia, he could only manage a slight deflection.

"puff--"

There was a sound that penetrated flesh and blood, followed by a huge impact.

"Do not--"

Zhao Yan roared angrily.

Han Yu's body was penetrated by the Qianjun Spear, and like a falling leaf, he was driven by the Qianjun Spear and flew straight out of the spirit fighting arena.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

He yelled crazily and looked ferocious.

There was silence for a moment in the spirit fighting arena, only the tragic wailing echoed.

Han Yu was nailed directly to the wall of the auditorium. The Thousand-Jin Spear penetrated his left shoulder blade, and blood flowed down the wall, outlining a coquettish bloody pattern.

Ning Yuan's expression remained as usual, ignoring Han Yu who was screaming, and turned to look at Du Ze and Dewey.

The two people had almost finished using their martial soul fusion skills. In the black mist, a huge figure flapped its wings and exuded a terrifying aura.

He was not in a hurry to deal with the two of them and walked towards Zhao Yan instead.

Zhao Yan stood up with difficulty, the shadow of a wild bull appeared around him, his hooves stepped on, and the ground shattered inch by inch.

An invisible shock wave spread out in all directions, lifting up countless bricks and stones.

He decided to fight until Du Ze and Dewei's martial soul fusion skills were actually used.

Once you successfully persist until that point, victory is within your grasp.

"The eyes are good, but the strength is not good."

Ning Yuan watched with interest the change in Zhao Yan's eyes, from fear to determination.

"Do you think that once they get better, they can win?"

Ning Yuan's eyes fell on the black mist in the distance, and Zhao Yan's expression changed.

"Don't even think about interfering with their martial soul fusion!"

"Just you?"

Han Yu has already exited, and the remaining Zhao Yan is not worth mentioning. Ning Yuan raised his hand and punched.

Zhao Yan didn't dare to give way because Du Ze and Du Ze were behind him, so he raised his fists to meet them.

The two fists collided, and the terrifying impact almost completely shattered the surrounding ground.

In everyone's eyes, Zhao Yan's thick arm actually twisted, and the bones broke inch by inch, piercing the muscles and blooming with blood.

"Ahhh...my hand...my hand!"

Zhao Yan screamed repeatedly.

At the same time, Du Ze and Dewey's martial soul fusion skills were finally completed, and the black mist dissipated.

A huge two-headed bat suddenly appeared in the spirit fighting arena, its blood-colored pupils exuding a bloodthirsty light.

"you!"

The sound of Du Ze gnashing his teeth came from it.

"Tianshu, I'm going to kill you!"

Just by flapping its wings, the two-headed bat created a small hurricane and attacked Xiang Ningyuan.

Only a short time has passed since the martial soul fusion began, but the two members of the Bloodthirsty Team are almost on the verge of death.

This is how Du Ze doesn't get angry.

He had almost lost his mind at this time, and thoughts of killing filled his mind.

"Kill kill kill kill!"

Du Ze roared crazily.

The wings of the two-headed bat were extremely tough, drawing arcs of light in the air like sharp blades, while his huge body rotated wantonly.

Suddenly, the spirit fighting arena was extremely dangerous, and every inch of space was within the attack range of the two-headed bat.

In fact, many channels had already fallen outside the venue. Thanks to the joint efforts of several soul king-level staff to resist, no spectators were injured.

"Is this the martial soul fusion skill? It's really powerful."

There was a young man outside the field looking at this scene with a militant look in his eyes.

He licked his lips and whispered to himself:

"Tianshu, how will you deal with the final madness of this bloodthirsty team?"

This battle has exceeded everyone's expectations, and their eyes can't help but focus on the figure in the field.

Compared with the two-headed bat, Ning Yuan's figure seemed extremely small.

But even so, he always had a calm smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)