Douluo's dark martial arts

I see,

The arena was surrounded by a group of young soul masters, surrounded by exhausted soul masters who had just finished their training.

Now was supposed to be the time for them to adjust and rest, but because of the two people fighting in the ring, these active soul masters at this age were so fascinated that they even completely ignored the sound of the door slamming behind them.

"I'll go, are they serious?"

"Of course, otherwise you would think it was a joke, but I feel that I am definitely going to suffer a loss this time. Ah Sheng's trick has not been used yet."

Whispering voices kept coming to mind among the surrounding crowd, and various musical scales were mixed together in a low tone. To the "listener" standing on the ring, it was like a swarm of flies buzzing in the ears.

The sound of blood dripping onto the ground was covered by annoying whispers. The lights above illuminated the dark sword in Aotian's hand.

Looking with cold eyes at the knife-wielding soul master who had adjusted his stance and prepared to attack again, he took a half step back with his right leg and pressed his torso forward slightly at the same time. His whole body was like a crossbow ready to be fired.

The index finger and middle finger hold the sword hilt in a real grip, and the last two fingers maintain an empty grip, leaving room for changes in the subsequent exchanges.

There was a clanging sound of metal friction, and as the soul ring under his feet lit up, the absolute sword in Aotian's hand made a metallic buzzing sound. The cold blade reflected the opponent in front of him, as if he was about to cut the opponent in half in the next second. Same,

Chi!

The mad sword was unsheathed, and Nie Feng, who was holding the Xueyin mad sword, did not hesitate at all. When he saw Aotian making an attack gesture, he immediately ran out.

The soul ring under his feet lit up, and Leng Che's cold light came instantly. Under the urging of the soul power, the mad knife in his hand released a burst of cold mist. It was obviously still some distance away from Aotian, but it made him feel that he was My body is already a little stiff,

"Hmph! Bug carving trick!"

Aotian snorted coldly when he saw this, and the simplified Xuantian Kung in his body started to move quickly, relying on his own soul power to forcibly disperse the intruding cold air. The black sword in his hand was like the sharp teeth of a wolf, and with the backhand of his wrist, he raised Nie Feng's wrist.

There was a sharp sound. At the critical moment, Nie Feng luckily turned his wrist, dropped the knife and used the blade to block the thrusting sword. Otherwise, his wrist would have been penetrated by the blow just now.

"I'm not even stable with a knife, but you want to challenge me?"

Seeing this, Aotian naturally couldn't let go of such a good opportunity. Taking advantage of Nie Feng's adjustment, he immediately charged forward with his sword, like a knight charging, hoping to use this opportunity to completely collapse the opponent's defense.

However, just as Aotian was approaching, Nie Feng, who had just landed on the ground, suddenly turned around and kicked out. He was obviously a weapon soul master, but at this moment, his shots were more coherent than the ordinary strong attack type.

On the contrary, Aotian, who was anxious to attack, seized the opportunity. He hit his chest steadily with two consecutive kicks without any interruption, and kicked him back several meters. There was a faint dull feeling in his chest.

"Self-created soul skills?"

Ao Tianqiang resisted the discomfort coming from his chest and looked at Nie Feng coldly.

Before the other party could reply, other soul masters watching the show in the audience took the lead and said, "It's the Fengshen Legs.

It's this guy's ancestral skill. I've been fooled by his trick before. It's simply evil for a weapon soul master to practice leg training. "

No one stipulates that weapon soul masters cannot practice martial arts, but according to Douluo Continent's current understanding, there are really not many soul masters who go back and focus on connecting these fists and kicks.

The same goes for beast martial spirit soul masters,

Because the soul skills of the soul master system have too many possibilities for the soul master, this kind of "unknown" selectivity is both a good thing and a bad thing for the soul master.

The good thing is that they can allow soul masters to have power beyond ordinary people with just one soul skill, but the bad thing is that this power beyond ordinary people often makes them ignore other development routes.

Just like martial arts, these fighting skills are far less powerful than soul skills with intuitive effects that people can understand.

Currently on the mainland, in addition to Tang San, who has the complete inheritance of the Tang Sect, there are also killers trained professionally by other forces who will practice fighting skills.

Other ordinary soul masters simply don't waste time and energy on this. This also causes the soul master's martial arts skills to usually make opponents feel helpless.

"What, is it stipulated not to give up your legs during the fight?"

The spirit master named Nie Feng had an equally arrogant attitude. He lightly brushed his fingers over the cold edge in his hand and said calmly,

"My Fengshen Legs and Xueyin Kuangdao's sword skills complement each other. If you don't have a good teammate in the Soul Master Competition, otherwise the team standing in the finals will definitely have me."

"Oh, so you are very confident in your abilities?"

Suddenly, Uxas's voice came from the door. He had been standing outside the door for a short time. Hearing Nie Feng's words on the ring, he suddenly became interested for some reason and said,

"In this case, you don't have to fight with Jue, you can come and fight with me.

If you win, you will become a full-time employee like Jue and have your own title. "

The title is Blackbeard's recognition of the official members within the organization.

The reason is that most of the people Blackbeard recruited were shady ghosts and snake gods. These people had some names in the world that they had created or given by others.

As the Blackbeard organization expanded, their habit of meeting each other to sign up gradually turned into the habit within Blackbeard of members using titles instead of their real names.

"Lord Uxas! Why are you here!!"

When the others reacted and saw that the person coming was Uxas, their expressions suddenly became miserable, and they quickly made way for the other party.

Even Nie Feng, who was originally looking aloof and arrogant on the stage, couldn't help but turn a little pale when he saw that the person who came was Uxas, the black-bearded leader at the moment. He didn't dare to be arrogant anymore and replied respectfully,

"I don't dare...I...just have some feelings towards Jue's martial spirit..."

Before Aotian could finish what he was saying, Uxas came to the ring in a flash, waving his hand to interrupt the opponent's words,

"Because I don't care. What I care about is that you seem to be very confident in your skills. It just so happens that I have just learned a little bit and want to compare with you."

As he said that, Uxas also put up a decent fighting stance. Others present could not see the clue, but Nie Feng looked a little surprised.

Of course, if it were Tang San here, he wouldn't just be surprised, but probably more likely to have resentment and resentment.

The simplified walking posture of Ghost Shadow Fan Zongbu, coupled with the start of the hand that looks like Luan Pifeng, coupled with the essence of the Xiao family's claw skills extracted by Tiqi,

These are just what can be seen from the outside. Hidden inside are the Haotian Jiujue power-generating techniques that have been simplified by Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Watch carefully. You will also learn these skills when you become regulars,"