Douluo Warriors: Thunder Warriors

"Dear me, this bow-wielding guy's arrow speed is too fast. He won without even using his soul skills!" Ma Hongjun in the stands was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Even the indifferent Zhu Zhuqing was concentrating on thinking at this time. She was also a spirit master of the agility attack system, so she had a better understanding of how fast the arrows of the spirit archer just now were, not to mention the powerful attack power of the arrows. Even though the mad tiger is not a soul master who focuses on defense, the possession of the beast spirit has certain defensive capabilities. Who knows, the opponent can be broken with one arrow.

She couldn't match Yang Zhen's speed, let alone his powerful attack power. She had just faced Tang San in a one-on-one spirit fight, and she found that her positioning in the battle was actually not as good as that of a control-type spirit. Master, fighting alone is no match for him.

I am far inferior to them!

This result deeply affected Zhu Zhuqing and strengthened her determination to become stronger!

"Yang Zhen follows the extreme style of strong attack and agility attack. To be precise, his martial spirit is somewhat unique. The thunder and lightning itself has super attack power and fast movement ability. Among martial arts of the same level, the attack of the weapon martial spirit is The power is actually greater than the beast spirit. Unless your spirit has some special ability, it will be difficult to please such an opponent." Flanders analyzed that there are so many good talents in this new class.

"So, what about Tang San? His martial spirit is actually Blue Silver Grass?" Ma Hongjun turned to look at Tang San not far away and asked Flanders beside him.

"The mistress should be a mutated martial spirit. The martial spirit has mutated and escaped the scope of the useless martial spirit," Flanders explained.

"As for the path he took, it was obviously the control type, but he had too many methods. Melee combat was no worse than the attack type," Flanders recalled.

"Hiss..." Ma Hongjun took a breath, my dear, are there such fierce people in this world?

Remember, Yang Zhen and Tang San, these two people cannot be offended in the future.

"Hey, Brother Yang is off again, one-on-one soul fighting." Ma Hongjun glanced at the soul fighting platform below. At this time, it was Yang Zhenming's turn to appear again.

At this time, the rest of Shrek's staff gathered in the stands. Dai Mubai glanced at Yang Zhen's opponent, and his brows instantly furrowed.

"Boss Dai, is there any problem with Yang Zhen's opponent?" Tang San noticed the change in Dai Mubai's expression and asked.

"Well, Yang Zhen's opponent is not simple. His name is Dingshan. He is a level 38 weapon soul soul master. The martial soul is a scimitar. The most difficult thing about him is not the power of the soul skills and the high level of soul power, but the high level of the soul skill. "His weird close combat skills and hard-to-prevent sword skills," Dai Mubai explained to everyone in detail, "His winning rate among the first-level soul masters in the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena is basically in the top three, at least I have fought more than 300 soul battles, and I have encountered him before, and I could only rely on the White Tiger Vajra Transformation's defense to resist, until I finally exhausted my soul power and gave up."

"So, Brother Yang might lose this game?" Ma Hongjun said.

"It's hard to say. Anything can happen during the battle. Let's just wait and see what happens. I believe in Yang Zhen's strength," Flender said, pushing up his glasses.

Flanders is too experienced in dealing with this kind of skill-based player. He uses fast to beat slow, and uses force to defeat cleverness. No matter you are 21 or 54, you will be too fast to react, and all skills will be useless!

On the soul fighting stage, both sides release their martial souls, and the battle is about to break out!

Dingshan is a medium-sized man who looks to be in his 30s. He has an ordinary appearance and ordinary dress. He is the kind of person who you can't find when he walks into a crowd.

But when he held a scimitar in his hand, it lit up, his eyes lit up, and man became a god!

"This is... the power of the sword!" Yang Zhen's expression became focused.

After a gathering of the four major families, Yang Wudi taught Yang Zhen one day's marksmanship alone and taught him a lot of marksmanship knowledge, including this, Shi!

Heaven and earth have great power, which no one can stop, and weapons also have military power!

Momentum is also an invisible form of human spiritual will, which is nurtured for acquired behavior. It can interfere with weak-willed people, make them fearful, and subjugate others without fighting.

The power of the sword is the intersection between the sword holder and the sword in his hand, condensing into an invisible sword of will. It can not only weaken the opponent's fighting spirit, but also increase the display of one's own strength.

The moment Dingshan held the sword, Yang Zhen could feel that the person in front of him had changed, from an iron tool made by a mortal to a spiritual weapon.

Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed, and Fang Tian's painted halberd was instantly summoned.

"Level 38 Weapon Soul Master, Martial Soul Scimitar", this Dingshan seems to be quite civilized. This is the official meeting and competition rule in the soul master world.

"Level 31 Weapon Soul Master, Martial Soul·Fang Tian Painting Halberd", people follow the rules, so Yang Zhen naturally can't lose his etiquette.

"There is a seven-level soul power difference between the two of us. I don't want to bully you. Why don't we use soul skills? In this soul fight, we only rely on skills. What do you think?" Ding Shan said, with a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth. Smile.

"Okay, please advise!" Yang Zhen didn't say much. He held his right hand and Fang Tian's painted halberd manifested. He stood still, waiting for the opponent to attack, intending to stop with silence.

"Oops, Yang Zhen is passive!" Dai Mubai couldn't help but said angrily.

"Why?" Xiao Wu asked puzzled.

"According to Boss Dai, I estimate that with Dingshan's soul power and sword skills, he can fight against the four-ring soul sect. He said this just to limit Yang Zhen's soul ring skills. Whether he uses the soul ring himself should It will have little impact on his combat power," Tang San analyzed and explained with a rather solemn look.

"Ah, isn't this a scam?" Xiao Wu said angrily.

"An inch long means an inch strong, and an inch short means an inch dangerous. In close combat, it all depends on how Yang Zhen responds. The fighting method agreed upon by both of them is a voluntary act and does not count as cheating," Tang San said. He is best at concealed assassination, and he knows the art of close combat best.

Ding Shan took the lead in launching the offensive. After sprinting forward for a few steps, he waved the scimitar in his hand and flew towards Yang Zhen in an arc shape, followed closely behind.

The sword light was very fast, arriving in front of Yang Zhen almost in the blink of an eye, but his response was beyond Dingshan's expectations.

Yang Zhen just raised Fang Tianhua's halberd in his hand, and used the halberd body to knock away Ding Shan's sword.

The enemy cannot move, I cannot move!

Stay unchanged in response to all changes and never deviate from your roots!

"Interesting!" Dingshan's eyes narrowed, and the scimitar flew back to his hand in an arc. He suddenly rushed into the three-foot range in front of Yang Zhen in three or two steps. The scimitar in his hand rotated rapidly with the handle as the center, turning into a knife. Wheel, and slashed towards Yang Zhen with a wave of his hand.

Facing Daolun's extremely fast attack, Yang Zhen dodged to the left and right instead of making a direct attack. Even so, he was almost hit several times during this period.

Dingshan's control of the scimitar is really weird. He swings the sword to chop a few times, and the scimitar will leave his hand from time to time and spin quickly around the two of them, making it difficult to predict whether his next attack will be fists, kicks or a knife. If he uses a knife, When will it come and from what direction?

Faster, faster, faster.

The fight between the two became faster and faster, the light of the sword and the light of thunder intertwined back and forth. Gradually, Yang Zhen entered a wonderful realm, just instinctively chopping, picking, cutting, blocking, and stabbing...

There were no special skills, just basic marksmanship. Not only could he keep up with Dingshan's attack rhythm, but he also started to gradually counterattack Dingshan.

In the midst of the electric light and flint, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. He held the halberd in his right hand and used the crescent blade to hook Ding Shan's scimitar from his hand. He quickly threw away Fang Tian's painted halberd. With this throw, both sides There was no martial spirit in his hand anymore. He looked to the right and stretched out his left hand that had been secretly accumulating power before. Carrying the lightning, he violently punched Dingshan on the chest.

With a "bang", Dingshan felt a dull pain in his chest and half of his body was numb.

To suffer!

After Dingshan was hit by this blow, he knew that he was probably going to lose this soul fight.

Yang Zhen's hands turned a layer of iron gray, exuding a faint metallic luster. His fists were swung like two sledgehammers, and he punched several times in succession, hitting various vital parts of Dingshan's body, fatally. Not that it's serious, it just hurts.

The power of Yang Zhen's fists is not small. What is even more troublesome is that the lightning power attached to the fists invades Dingshan's body, causing a stiffening effect. Every time Yang Zhen's fists hit him, the paralysis will be strengthened. It felt like I couldn't concentrate at all to mobilize my soul power and summon the scimitar again.

The last blow, a palm slapped on the chest where the initial attack was made, shook Dingshan back a few steps, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I lost!" Dingshan stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile. The scimitar spirit in the distance turned into light spots and disappeared.

"Admit it!" Yang Zhen said as he slowly restrained his turbulent soul power, turned around and slowly walked off the soul fighting stage.