Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 72 His martial soul is obviously not a sword, why is it so cheap?

Because the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, the game is also going on fast.

The next round of 80 into 40, with the teacher of Kamikaze Academy walking quickly with the number drawing box in his arms, officially started.

Quite a few people had already drawn, and when it was Wang Mo's turn, there were only a dozen or so number plates left in the box.

Stir in it with your fingers.

In the next second, Wang Mo pulled out his palm from inside.

He casually glanced at his number, he seemed lucky, it turned out to be lucky seven.

"Senior Tianheng, what's your number?" Wang Mo turned to look at Yu Tianheng beside him.

Sighing, a number plate numbered two was pasted on his eyes by Yu Tianheng who looked up at the sky.

"Win the first place."

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At this stage of the game, the number of numbers drawn is actually the same. The opponent is either the third ring or the fourth ring.

Although there are also soul masters with two rings remaining, they are only a small number after all. Except for the very lucky sons of luck, it can be said that there are no weak ones at all.

"Come on, believe in yourself."

Seeing that he didn't seem very interested, Wang Mo patted his shoulder lightly.

What is going on with young people today?

You don't even know who your opponent is, and your strength hasn't been revealed yet, so why do you think you're going to lie flat?

At this time, the call of the referee teacher came from the field at the right time.

"come on!"

Turning his head and grinning at Wang Mo, Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and strode onto the stage with an attitude that the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

Judging by his appearance, if there were no accidents, there should be no accidents.

Shaking his head while laughing, Wang Mo followed closely behind.

Site six.

Before he got close, a familiar figure appeared in Wang Mo's sight. Looking at his direction, it seemed that he had the same goal as himself.

It didn't take a few seconds.

When he saw Feng Xiaotian standing a few meters away from him, Wang Mo finally decided that this guy was his next opponent.

It is indeed the number plate of lucky seven.

He was able to meet the few soul masters with two rings.

"Old Feng, you're still there." Wang Mo waved his hand with a smile on his face.

heard.

Feng Xiaotian, who was just about to greet him, suddenly raised his palm in the air, and the bright smile froze on his face.

What do you mean I'm still here?

Are you saying that I haven't been eliminated yet, or have I not died yet?
The greeting that had come to his lips was swallowed abruptly by Feng Xiaotian, looking at someone with a mean smile on his face, he only heard him speak coldly.

"It's not cheap, Wang Mo, being able to fight here is enough to show that your strength is not bad, but it is only limited to this. Your good luck has come to an end the moment you meet me."

Looking at the opposite side with one hand in his pocket, he didn't know what an opponent was. After he finished speaking harshly, he turned around coolly and went to find Feng Xiaotian, who was registered by the referee teacher.

Wang Mo smiled slightly.

"Really."

Soon, under the control of the referee teacher, the soul guide shield around the field was covered.

There was a flash of blue light in Feng Xiaotian's eyes, and the two eyes turned into four at once, with waves of blue wind attribute energy constantly circling around his body.

"Feng Xiaotian, a third-year student at Kamikaze Academy, a two-headed demon wolf with the spirit of Gale, a level 27 assault-type battle soul master, please advise!"

Hearing the other party's voice becoming double due to the possession of the martial soul, Wang Mo couldn't help but admire secretly.

As expected of a single dog with two heads, his voice even changed when he spoke.

The soul ring rose under his feet, and the tetanus blade of the martial spirit was held on his shoulder by Wang Mo, and he tilted his head to look at his beloved relatives and friends opposite.

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

The second spirit ring shone brightly.

The century-old soul ring technique possessed by two wolves.

The translucent martial soul phantom that appeared on his body due to the possession of the martial soul instantly merged with Feng Xiaotian, making his aura suddenly soar.

Attack, defense, agility, all attributes increased by 50.00%.

With his right foot stepping hard on the ground, the muscles on Feng Xiaotian's legs tensed instantly, full of strength and beauty.

There was only a whoosh, and only a faint afterimage was left on the spot.

In just one breath, he came to Wang Mo from a few meters away.

The first soul ring shone brightly.

Centuries-old soul ring skill wind blade array.

Ten fingers spread out, the gray-white nails instantly swelled by more than a foot, and the blue light in the eyes gleamed. Feng Xiaotian stared oppressively at Wang Mo who was retreating rapidly, and raised his hand to swing a full ten and a half arcs from the wolf claws. Cyan wind blade.

In this way, they tried to block all Wang Mo's escape routes and force him to confront him head-on.

The rapidly approaching wind blades are reflected in the pupils.

Wang Mo was holding a tetanus blade, with an electric glow on his body, and his feet were constantly changing as he stepped on the ground with a radius of two meters. His whole body was as slippery as a loach, and he easily escaped Feng Xiaotian's blockade.

To be honest, after being possessed by the twin wolves, Feng Xiaotian's attributes are indeed a bit weak.

However, it is obviously impossible to take down Wang Mo just based on this.

Feng Xiaotian's speed is very fast, and his attack strength is also very impressive, but with the speed bonus of the first soul ring technique Thunder, although Wang Mo's speed is a bit worse, he can still deal with it.

To use a soul skill that has a strong self-improvement all the time, and maintain it for a long time, it needs to consume a lot of soul power.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian on the opposite side completely disregarding consumption and wanting to quickly end the battle with a fierce attack, the attacking soul master is used to playing, Wang Mo dodged his attack while taunting.

"Old Feng, haven't you eaten? Please hurry up!"

"Exercise, you are exerting your strength!"

"You're still so young, Old Feng, don't tell me you're already dead?"

"Yeah~ that's it, don't stop!"

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Around the playground, watching Wang Mo running back and forth in a s-line from left to right in the field, listening to the tiger and wolf words that he would hear from time to time, all the students of the Kamikaze Academy had black lines on their heads .

Is this something you can listen to for free?
On the highest stand.

Meng Shenji looked at Shen Mengjing's vicious staring eyes, his old eyes were filled with relief, but his old face couldn't help but blush.

Rejoice, because the ending is doomed.

The reason why she blushed was because she won't show her face!

Even if Wang Mo is from his own academy, the words that kept coming out of his mouth made Meng Shenji feel like hitting someone.

His martial soul is obviously not a sword, why is it so cheap?

in the field.

After attacking for a while, Feng Xiaotian, who had exhausted his soul power, suddenly woke up from Wang Mola's hateful words.

Feeling that there was less than 50.00% of the soul power left in his body, Wang Mo, who had almost no consumption and at least [-]% of the soul power remaining on the other side, turned dark suddenly.

Even if no one reminded him, he knew that he was provoked just now.

Looking back, Feng Xiaotian stopped quickly and calmly, and Wang Mo, who had been being chased and beaten, also stopped his steps.

All singers pay attention to you and I will appear on the stage after you sing.

Although it was a bit short of the expected consumption of [-]% or [-]% of the opponent's soul power, it didn't matter.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian, who had a cautious face and quickly switched from offense to defense, Wang Mo, who was holding the Tetanus Blade of Wuhun, cocked his mouth.

"Feng Xiaotian, being able to fight here is enough to show that your strength is not bad, but it is only limited to this. Your good luck has come to an end the moment you met me."

(End of this chapter)