The development of villains starting from Douluo

Mountains, rivers, society, heaven and earth, destiny of the country, is this Xue Feng’s martial spirit?

Qian Qingxue bit her lower lip tightly with a look of confusion on her face.

The situation was very difficult. Not to mention Xuefeng's other skills, just a piece of brocade clothing was enough to force her into a desperate situation.

Sure enough, do you have to use Tang Sect’s special skills?

The sleeve arrows on the cuff of his right hand were exposed. Qian Qingxue shook her slender hand slightly, and three blood-stained sleeve arrows flew out with the force of the wind.

Xuefeng had long expected that Qian Qingxue must have his own attack methods in addition to control skills. In an instant, he turned over the map of mountains and rivers with his right hand, and while birds and beasts were flying in the valley, he quietly used his second soul skill.

"The second soul skill, suffering"

In the mountain and river pictures, there are coolie drivers who work as cattle and horses, hard-working farmers who work on hoeing crops in the afternoon, and martial arts guards who wield swords like rain. They lived a hard life, but they all bloomed with their own brilliant achievements in pain.

The second soul skill, suffering, is to inflict the suffering of these people on yourself or your opponent, creating two effects.

Inflicted on people, it is easy to explain, it is equivalent to direct mental damage. For people with weak minds, it is likely to achieve a one-hit kill.

But Qian Qingxue is a master of mental tricks, and Xuefeng never believed that she would be eliminated directly by a painful blow.

Then there is only the second use, inflicting pain on yourself.

"Ah, let me tell you your pain."

Xuefeng's eyes suddenly changed. His whole figure swelled a lot, and the soles of his feet more than doubled in size.

A virtuous king needs to understand the sufferings of the people and taste the sweetness and sourness of the people before he can know the rise and fall and understand honor and disgrace.

Inflicting pain on himself will certainly make Xuefeng endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear, but in contrast, he can fully inherit the abilities of those who suffer deeply.

Now, he has inherited the mountain mover.

The terrain in the western part of the Tiandou Empire is complex, mostly mountains and hills, making travel extremely inconvenient for most people.

Every time they travel far away, they have to climb those worthless loess slopes, spending a lot of time, energy, and hard work.

Therefore, the government of the western province of the Tiandou Empire organized a "mountain removal movement" to eradicate all the small hills and loess soil that were not deep in foundation but extremely obstructive. This was unanimously approved by the public.

In this movement, the main "mountain movers" include powerful soul masters hired by the government, local residents who voluntarily contribute, and prisoners who were sent to the army.

But no matter what, all the workers who have experienced this vast movement have endured sufferings that ordinary people cannot imagine, and have also gained abilities that ordinary people cannot imagine.

"In the sand and dust of the northwest wilderness, what are your childish things?"

Xuefeng smiled "honestly", and the thick soles of his feet seemed to be pierced into the foundation several meters lower. Using it as an axis, he turned slightly, and three sleeve arrows flew past his chest without even scratching his clothes.

Mountain movers fight against the sky, against the earth, and against spirit beasts. In the vast yellow sand, foot strength is the most important thing. This turning movement is honed through countless transportation of sand, and it is as natural as an antelope hanging its horns.

"hateful."

Qian Qingxue missed a single hit, using her right foot as the axis, her whole body spun rapidly, and the hidden weapon tilted towards Xuefeng like a heavy rain.

You can dodge one, you can dodge hundreds, thousands

Tang Sect No. 20 Seven, Blade Wind.

Sleeve arrows, bone-penetrating needles, and bone-penetrating needles are poured out as if they are free of money. The essence of Blade Wind is that the hidden weapon storm formed around the releaser is as unstoppable as a storm, and no one can approach it.

"It's interesting. The third soul skill is wealth."

Xuefeng laughed loudly, and unfolded the map of mountains, rivers, and the country again. The silver shops, jewelry, brocade clothes, and grand halls in the painting all flew out and turned into a huge gold ingot.

When a country wants to be strong, wealth is the first. The role of wealth is quite large for a country. In Xuefeng's third soul skill, it is well demonstrated what wealth is.

The golden light of the Yuanbao exploded, and in the divine light of Chi Yu, it turned thousands of blades and winds into its own use. In the surprised eyes of the audience, those menacing hidden weapons actually turned around in the air and shot towards Qian Qingxue.

Wealth can communicate with gods, and wealth can communicate with ghosts. The power of wealth is to defuse the attack and return to the original path.

This skill seems to be a bug, but in fact it has many limitations.

First of all, it can only return uncontrolled skills, such as fist wind, energy wave, fire, or flying props.

Secondly, it can only return one offensive. After one attack, Shanhe Shejitu's financial resources are insufficient to support this divine power and it goes into cooling mode.

Finally, and most importantly.

The attack it returns is non-directional and cannot lock onto the enemy at all except in a general direction.

"Ghosts disappear without a trace, leaving no trace in the snow."

Qian Qingxueyu nodded lightly, dodged the unruly rebounding blade wind, and stood still on the spot.

Her face was not filled with contentment that she had escaped the attack, but was instead filled with clouds and a sad look.

No matter how you fight, I've tried all the methods, but I can't deal with him at all.

And Xuefeng didn't take the initiative to attack, just stood there quietly, elegant and generous, with a smile on his face.

What he wanted to do was not just win, he wanted to spread his reputation as the destined son of the Tiandou Empire to the ears of every big boss present.

He Xue Feng is the fate of the country and has suppressed it for thousands of years.

"Xiaoxue, surrender, Bibi Dong and I will deal with her. He is too restrained for you."

Lin Cheng shouted behind Qian Qingxue, fearing that something might happen to Xiaoxue.

In terms of destructive power, Qian Qingxue is the weakest among the three Yuhun Zhuye, but if they really fight, Xiaoxue may even be better than Lin Cheng.

Her skills are too weird, too powerful, and too restrictive.

Facing an unrestrained opponent, she takes it easy. She has no pressure and can torment her opponent while talking and laughing.

But if it is restrained, like now

Giving up immediately is the best option.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just a martial soul characteristic.

Surrender?...

Qian Qingxue stared at the pure white elegance in front of her, biting her lips until they bled.

Like a bereaved dog, under the unstoppable glory of Yuhunzhuye, do you shamefully shout the word "admit defeat"?

She should.

So people will understand her. She is just a soul control master. To be able to reach this point is already very good. Very good.

No one would think she was weak.

No one would scold her.

Qian Qingxue's eyes were slightly bleeding as she clenched her fists.

But, but...

She can do it, why can't she?

The honor she can win, why can't she

Is it just because of this martial spirit?

So, do you need strength?

The voice from the bottom of my heart spoke slowly, like the whisper of a devil.

Qian Qingxue's eyes, except for the blood-red color of determination and desire for victory, were crystal clear.

“There is nothing right or wrong in power itself.”

I need to

"I can control you."