Douluo's dark martial arts

"Arrogance..."

The Hornet Soul King looked down at the soul sect who challenged him, and his brows could not help but frown slightly.

In normal times, if he wanted to kill a soul sect, he would be able to do it easily and without any pressure.

But now he actually felt a hint of danger from this arrogant Soul Sect. Although it was very weak, his intuition told him that if he took action rashly, he would probably regret it.

Try it out!

The soul ring under the Wasp Soul King's feet lit up, and he threw out three bee stings and went straight to the door facing Fengxian.

eyes, throat,

It is both a test and a dead end. If it is possible to kill the opponent so easily, it would be a good thing. Even if he cannot kill him, he can also find out the opponent's general strength.

Clang!

Fengxian's eyes flashed, and he saw three bee stings magnifying in front of his eyes. Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand swept the stings one after another.

The smooth blade of the halberd reflects the vicious barbs on the bee sting. If you are really hit by this bee sting, even if it does not hit the vital point, the bee venom inside will be a troublesome thing.

The bee sting fell to the ground and was killed with one palm.

No one noticed how the Wasp Soul King instantly appeared in front of Fengxian. They just focused on the bee needle for a moment.

The next second, Fengxian, who had blocked the bee sting, was slapped away by the Queen Bee Spirit Master with all his strength.

Fortunately, the surrounding garrison pounced on them and relied on their numerical advantage to interrupt the subsequent deadly attack of the Wasp Soul King.

"Fengxian! How are you?"

Seeing Fengxian, who had been killing everyone in the past, he was sent flying by the Soul King without even resisting a palm.

Ding Yuan quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to Fengxian's side. Just as he was about to reach out to help him up, he was interrupted by Fengxian,

"Don't touch me! This palm is poisonous!"

Fengxian took off his armor with a fearful expression. The armor made by Xuan Tie clearly had a corroded fingerprint printed on it, and a few drops of venom were sliding down along the surface lines of the armor.

What a vicious poison...

After taking off his armor, Fengxian pulled out a personal protective plate from under his clothes.

The pale yellowish white guard board is now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the broken metal grid can barely be seen through the cracks.

"Made...if it weren't for this bone china armor, my life would have been ruined."

After a brush with death, Fengxian's calmness allowed him to exit the previous special state and return to the ordinary Soul Sect.

Fortunately, I didn't continue to go crazy.

Perhaps continuing to maintain that state would allow him to gain more, but fighting the Soul King in that state was no different from dying.

Ding Yuan saw Fengxian staring at the bone china guard plate, thinking that he was feeling distressed, and comforted him,

"Don't feel bad, it's just a guard plate. In the worst case, I'll just buy one from that Wuhun Palace quartermaster."

Feng Xian nodded and casually dropped the shield that had withstood the Soul King's attack.

The bone china and metal mesh have already been broken and damaged, and the integrated shock-absorbing structure is completely covered. No matter how much you wear it, there will be no protective effect between them.

"Give me your armor!"

Fengxian turned to look at a personal guard and said sternly,

Ding Yuan was startled when he heard the sound, grabbed Fengxian's wrist, and said nervously

"What else are you going to do? If it hadn't been for the guard just now, your life would have been lost. Are you going to die now if you go up there?!"

Sitting in his position, he has seen too many young soul masters do these impossible and stupid things in order to prove themselves.

Soul Sect fighting Soul King?

If the gap between a ten-thousand-year soul ring is so easy to bridge, why would soul masters use the number of soul rings to divide their classes?

But for such an easy-to-understand reason, every year there are young and qualified soul masters who end up losing their lives in vain just because they want to prove themselves.

"Bee sting, teleportation, plus this palm, he has exposed three soul skills. Now that he is being restrained, this is the best chance to kill him!"

Fengxian couldn't wait to reach out and roughly pull off the armor from the bodyguard, and said in an unusually serious tone,

"I admit that I have selfish motives for this battle, but this is indeed our best chance to kill the Soul King.

If a soul king dies, the pressure on the Shadow Team will be reduced, and our probability of victory will be greater! "

"Damn it! This is not about winning at all..."

Having received the news from special channels in advance, Ding Yuan cursed and almost told the unspeakable news, and quickly changed his words,

"And those soul kings should be in charge of them originally. We are responsible for the grassroots level, and they are responsible for the top combat power.

You are transferring the pressure to the garrison!I will never force you to do this, just force this Soul King to retreat! "

"This is a war! What on earth are you thinking about! Responsibility?!

Our greatest responsibility is to win!Rather than passing the blame and placing your hopes on others! "

This was the first time Fengxian had refuted Ding Yuan so directly. The sudden violence even distracted the garrison who were restraining the Hornet Soul King.

The joyful killing just now was much the same as before. It felt like a blind man suddenly saw the light.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Putting on the armor of his personal guard, he once again set his sights on the Hornet Soul King. Fengxian's deep eagle eyes showed many things that were not there before.

He embarked on his own path today,

He doesn’t know what’s at the end of the road. He doesn’t even know what the meaning of this road is.

But compared to other people who are still lost, he at least has his own direction.

Just keep winning like this, hoping that before the halberd blade shatters, he can get a glimpse of the future he wants to see.

"Come on!"

Fengxian stood on his toes and suddenly stood up. The bulging muscles under his clothes seemed to hide a wild beast. He pressed his shoulders and made a powerful diagonal slash.

The sudden attack made the Hornet Soul King, who was restrained by the garrison, dare not make any more efforts, and immediately used his soul skills to escape out of the attack range of Fang Tian's Painted Halberd.

Want to run? !

Fengxian squinted his eyes and saw the figure of the Hornet Soul King appearing not far away. Without thinking, he threw the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand with all his strength.

The tip and blade of the halberd broke through the shackles of the air, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. Fengxian could not guarantee that this halberd would definitely hit, but fighting sometimes relies on a little intuition.

Pfft!

This time the scale of victory favored Fengxian. This unconventional blow penetrated deeply into the Hornet Soul King's lower back. Blood spurted out along the wound. It seemed that it probably penetrated the waist.

"Damn you!"

The Wasp Soul King bit the root tightly and turned back to look at the empty-handed Fengxian fiercely.

Just when he pulled out Fang Tian's painted halberd and prepared to kill the soul sect who had hurt him,

Suddenly there was an explosion in the distance, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly. It seemed that something happened that made him panic.

Ignoring the soldiers laying around, the thin black wings behind him flashed quickly, and he quickly rushed towards the sound of the explosion.

"Almost... almost died?"

Fengxian took a deep breath and looked at the leaving figure of the Wasp Soul King.

The look in the other person's eyes just now, if there hadn't been this explosion, I would probably have shed my skin even if I didn't die, right?