Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 70 Stop, you can't attack there.

Yes, you are right.

Wang Mo didn't want to refute anything, and looked down at Ye Lingling. In comparison, it was obvious that the primary school sister was more fragrant.

If you look at someone more, you can neither kiss nor hug, but the primary school sister is different.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone returned to the big playground again.

With the unremitting efforts of Yufeng and others, the well-known beauty young woman in the canteen at noon finally figured out her identity.

One of the senior tutors of Shenfeng Academy and the son of the dean Li Feiyu, Li Pianran.

A soul emperor level powerhouse of more than 60 levels.

After inquiring about his identity, several people immediately did not dare to aim randomly anymore.

It's hard to say a talent, but stronger than their teacher Qin Ming in terms of strength, he can't be provoked, and he can't be provoked at all.

The knockout round in the afternoon was still a lottery system.

However, after the two screenings in the morning, the number of great soul masters has become less and less, and the remaining contestants are basically of the third and fourth rings.

This also leads to the next game, which will be a little difficult.

The draw is over.

"What number did you get? I'm number nine, did you get any of them together?" Wang Mo turned his head and asked.

He will play first in the second round.

"No, I'm 37." Yu Tianheng shook his head.

"My number is 89." Shi Mo looked down at the number plate in his hand.

Taking a breath, Oslo looked down at the number in his hand, and then met Yu Tianheng who was looking over.

"I'll do it, I got number 38."

Although everyone does not want to draw their own people, leading to cannibalism, but since they have already been drawn, there is no way.

Wang Mo patted his shoulder lightly. "Come on, Xiao Ao, I'm optimistic about you, let's beat Yu Tianheng."

Seeing this, the two Shimo Shimo brothers next to him also patted him on the shoulder lightly. "Come on, Xiao Ao, I'm optimistic about you, let's beat Yu Tianheng."

Yang Lin. "Come on, Xiao Ao, I'm optimistic about you, let's beat Yu Tianheng."

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Glancing at everyone quietly, Yu Tianheng didn't say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

They are all classmates, cheering for Oslo, there is no reason not to cheer for Yu Tianheng.

Can not favor one another.

Wang Mo turned around instantly. "Come on, Xiaotian, I am optimistic about you, and beat Oslo."

Graphite stone mill. "Come on, Xiaotian, I am optimistic about you, and beat Oslo."

Yang Lin. "Come on, Xiaotian, I am optimistic about you, and beat Oslo."

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The corner of Oslo's mouth twitched as he stared at a group of classmates who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. "Fuck, you guys are so immoral, do you have any sympathy?"

Everyone knows Yu Tianheng's strength. This is almost a must-win and a must-lose ending.

"Actually, we are trying to comfort you. I didn't expect you to not understand our good intentions." Wang Mo looked seriously injured.

"In this way, even if you lose in the end, you won't feel that it was because of your strength that you lost, but because we cheered up Senior Tianheng and affected your mentality."

Hearing this, Oslo's expression was slightly stunned.

It feels like something makes sense, but it also feels like something is not quite right.

soon.

The first round of the competition came to an end under the rising soul shields.

With the exit of the winners and losers, the referee teacher began to call out the players who needed to fight in the next round.

Platform one.

When Wang Mo came over, an opponent who looked sixteen or seventeen years old and was a whole head taller than him had already come to stand opposite him.

First, the referee teacher will register and record.

Then the soul guide shield fell.

Game start.

"Wang Mo, a first-year student at Tiandou Academy, a Tetanus Blade of Martial Soul, a level 23 Assault Department Soul Master, please advise!"

While releasing the martial soul and soul ring, Wang Mo reported his level information.

"Qin Feng, a fifth-year student at Kamikaze Academy, a martial spirit splitting the wind sword, a level-35 attack-type battle soul master, please advise!"

Looking at the three spirit rings, one white, one yellow and one purple rising from the other party's body, Wang Mo took a breath, and tightly held the Tetanus Blade of the Wuhun, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Sure enough, good luck would not always be on his side.

The opponent in this match turned out to be a soul master player who was twelve levels higher than him!

Next, it will be a tough battle!
Thinking of this, Wang Mo was extremely cautious in his heart, with the first and second soul rings on his body fully opened, he rushed towards the opponent one step ahead.

Preemptive strikes, followed by others.

Facing an opponent whose spirit power far surpassed his own, he couldn't just stay in place and wait for death.

The tetanus blade slashed out sparks on the platform under his feet.

Wang Mo's figure was like lightning, bringing out a series of afterimages.

Raising your hand is a super trick, cutting through the air and ice!
Ding~!

The two translucent swords met in mid-air, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding when they collided.

Mars shot.

Blocking Wang Mo's attack casually, Qin Feng looked down at the opponent in front of him who was only as tall as his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"But so."

With a slight squeeze of the wrist, he was forced back.

The first and third soul rings on his body are shining.

A tyrannical wave of soul power emerged, and waves of cyan wind lingered around Qin Feng's body, and he slashed out with several swords.

Several cyan half-moon-shaped sword qi slashed towards Wang Mo.

The third soul ring skill, the skill of wind, can increase the affinity of the wind attribute by 30%, increase the attack power of wind attribute skills by 20%, and increase the movement speed and attack speed by 30% at the same time.

The first soul ring skill Slashing Wind Sword Qi slashes several wind attribute sword Qi attacks forward one after another, and each sword Qi has 40% of its own attack power.

Very strong!

Even with all the speed blessings of the first soul ring technique Thunder, Wang Mo still had some difficulty evading, and even his clothes were cut into several holes by the opponent's sword energy.

Fortunately, even with the blessing of a thousand-year spirit ring, the opponent's first spirit ring is only a ten-year spirit ring, and its power is not too strong.

After dodging the opponent's sword attack, Wang Mo attacked again with the tetanus blade.

It was still an unremarkable slash.

Seeing this, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled up, and a sneer flashed across his face. The same attack didn't work the first time, and it didn't work the second time.
Before he finished his thoughts, the Wind Splitting Sword in his hand blocked it again, but the blade that was originally slashing at his chest in Qin Feng's sight suddenly turned sharply after he blocked it, and slashed at the base of his thigh .

stop!

Can't attack there!

The mocking smile suddenly disappeared, and Qin Feng's face turned pale with shock.

This is a test match, and of course that kind of deadly place cannot be attacked.

Seeing that Qin Feng was in chaos for a moment, and swung his Wuhun long sword with all his strength to resist, Wang Mo swung his backhand and slashed directly on his right arm holding the sword.

puff~
Blood gushed.

The tearing and bleeding effect of the tetanus blade, the shock effect of the first soul ring, and the neurotoxin effect of the second soul ring all acted on Qin Feng's body in an instant.

The opponent's cultivation base is higher than Wang Mo's, and the shocking stalemate can only last for a very short few breaths.

But enough is enough.

Facing Qin Feng whose neurotoxin reaction slowed down, just a few breaths could decide the outcome.

"But so."

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and Wang Mo directly placed the tetanus blade on Qin Feng's neck. "you lose."

(End of this chapter)