Douluo: Twin Stars: The Descend of the Gods

"boom--!"

A muffled sound was heard.

Meng Shu used his strength just right, making full use of his vibration technique, so that the leaves fell like rain without damaging the tree itself.

Meng Yiran evenly clamped the 18 Soul-Breaking Swords between the fingertips of both hands. Perhaps because her heart was filled with anger towards Tang San, which stimulated her own state, she clearly felt that her hand felt very good today.

However, just as Meng Yiran was about to throw out the Soul-Breaking Sword, her head suddenly buzzed, and then countless information and techniques about hidden weapons appeared in her mind. The techniques were so exquisite that she understood them thoroughly in an instant, as if she had been enlightened.

Linglu, who was sitting on a relatively flat stone and looking at the scenery, yawned, and it was unknown what emotion was expressed on her face hidden under the hood.

After she transmitted the knowledge to Meng Yiran through her mental power, she also added a sentence:

'Don't be surprised, don't alarm the enemy.'

From beginning to end, Linglu never looked at Meng Yiran, but just smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants and leisurely looked at the scenery in the forest.

Meng Yiran felt awe in his heart and quickly organized and absorbed the extra knowledge in his mind.

When she opened her eyes again, a gleam of light flashed in them. She took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes again.

Tang San had already turned around and closed his eyes in a very pretentious manner, with his back to the tree. Then he moved the hand that was holding the cloth bag, and the whole cloth bag instantly unfolded in his right hand, followed by the cloth bag shaking violently.

The eighteen cold lights left their original positions almost at the same time. Meng Shu clearly saw that the Soul-Breaking Sword swung by Tang San actually moved in an arc.

It takes quite advanced skills to throw a flying knife in an arc.

And Tang San didn't even use his hands to control it directly, he just swung the cloth bag out, and all the Soul-Breaking Swords produced such an effect.

Even Meng Shu, a Soul Douluo, could not help but be greatly surprised, and looked carefully in the direction of Tang San's Soul-Breaking Sword.

But in the next moment.

His eyes widened even wider, his face full of surprise, and his eyes were filled with disbelief that he could not hide.

His eyes were fixed on the Soul-Breaking Blade that was flying through the air, but it was not Tang San's.

There was a loud thud, and the sound of sharp blades piercing into tree trunks rang out frequently. The leaves in the air gradually floated away, and the competition was over.

Tang San turned his head to look at Meng Yiran, and saw that she also turned her head to look at him, and he could not help but said in shock and anger:

"You didn't do anything?!"

Meng Yiran chuckled, her eyes full of provocation, and then she showed him the empty cloth bag openly.

The Shrek people nearby were still stunned, but Dragon Lord Meng Shu and Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang had already suppressed the disbelief in their eyes.

It was obvious that Meng Yiran had received instructions from an expert just now. If even they showed surprised expressions, people would be suspicious.

While Tang San was still in a daze, the Shrek people had already walked to his side. Zhao Wuji sighed, patted his shoulder and said:

"What a miraculous skill, what a miraculous skill! Tang San, you lose."

Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji and the Shrek people in bewilderment. Zhao Wuji shook his head at him:

"There's no need to see the result. It seems that you are not destined to have the spirit ring of this human-faced demon bead. Let's go."

After Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he told the other people from Shrek Academy to prepare to leave. Tang San's brain completely froze, and it took him dozens of seconds to slowly react.

"No! This is impossible!"

Tang San roared angrily. Before he saw the result with his own eyes, how could he believe that his best hidden weapon would lose to a girl who was not even an amateur.

Ignoring the attempts to stop him by Zhao Wuji and his companions, Tang San ran towards the tree like flying. He just refused to believe that he would lose in the battle of hidden weapons.

I am a disciple of the Tang Sect!

He even secretly learned the Xuantian Treasure Record. No matter in either world, there was no possibility that someone knew more about hidden weapons than him.

Seeing Tang San's look of disbelief, Ling Lu couldn't help but smile. It must be ridiculous to be defeated in the field that he is best at, right?

Zhao Wuji sighed: "I'm afraid this is a big blow to Tang San, but it won't hurt to let him understand that there are always people who are better than you."

Tang San hurried to the tree, and the first thing he saw was the blue Soul-Breaking Sword he had thrown, just as he expected.

Eighteen blue silk soul-breaking swords were neatly placed on the tree trunk in three rows, with six swords in each row, which Tang San narcissistically threw into the shape of the word "three".

But what made him unbelievable was that according to his original estimation, each of his Soul-Breaking Swords would be strung with ten leaves, but in reality there was not even one.

"How is this possible? No! This must be fake! How could there not be a single piece?!"

Tang San screamed in surprise, then seemed to remember something and hurriedly checked the tree trunk, only to find that apart from his own Soul-Breaking Sword, there was no other Soul-Breaking Sword anywhere else.

He laughed out loud and turned to look at Meng Yiran who was looking playful behind him: "Hahaha! So what if I didn't hit the leaves? Your Soul Breaking Sword even penetrated the trunk! And I at least hit the trunk. How can you compare with me?"

Meng Yiran's expression became even more playful, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "Really? Then you might as well take a look at the back."

"back?"

Tang San was stunned, then turned around and walked to the back of the tree. What came into view was a neat six-pointed star pattern, which was made up of red soul-breaking swords.

However, what horrified him even more was that each Soul-Breaking Sword was pierced with a full 100 leaves!

They are so neat that even the spacing between them is the same, and when put together there are a total of 1800 leaves!

Tang San kept muttering things like "impossible" and "I am a disciple of the Tang Sect".

Zhao Wuji came to his side, and then a voice came into his ears.

"Tang San, just admit defeat. Meng Yiran's technique just now can't even be described as miraculous. When throwing, each Soul-Breaking Blade moved in an arc with a different trajectory, intertwining, entangled, and separated. The level of grace is no less than dancing in the air.

It accurately avoided other trees over a distance of several hundred meters, then turned back accurately and inserted itself into the trunk of this tree, forming a hexagram pattern.

Moreover, each Soul-Breaking Sword brought back 100 leaves during the journey, and even took away the leaves that you could have worn. This technique can no longer be described as miraculous, it can be called a divine skill!"

In the eyes of everyone present, although Tang San's technique could be considered exquisite, compared with Meng Yiran, it was nothing.