Douluo Godly Choice System

After stopping the opponent to stop, Modoro was obviously not satisfied with the result, so he smiled confidently and said, "Huh! Little bugs, if you just use brute force, I can do it too!"

Then Modoro roared and pushed the tall ghost race in front of him directly back, and the ghost race tried his best to stop his body, but it had no effect at all.

In the end, Modoro pushed his opponent and hit a boulder before stopping. His opponent was dizzy and unable to react.

But when Modoro was proud, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist, followed by a spurt of blood, and suffered a serious injury.

Modoro immediately looked to the side. It turned out that it was the thin ghost race. At this time, using his sharp claws and swift speed, he opened a hole in Modoro's body.

Seeing the harm done to Modoro, the skinny ghost tribe couldn’t help but licked his paws excitedly, and said in a very unpleasant voice: "Hey hey, Modoro, don’t let your guard down, or I will be at any time I will make a few more holes in your body."

Modoro clutched his wound and took a look, and then his muscles energized so that the blood no longer flowed out, and he did not show any tension. Instead, he said very contemptuously: "This kind of despicable method is what you call it. Tactics? It's too contemptible."

"I'm optimistic. People with real strength can win victory without using methods like yours!"

Then Modoro rushed towards the thin ghost tribe, his left hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed it fiercely.

The skinny ghost clan let out a cold snort and jumped up easily, avoiding Modoro's attack, but what he didn't expect was that Modoro's figure appeared in front of him in the next second. , And then grabbed his neck.

"Eh...cough cough! Let me go!" The skinny ghost race desperately used his hand to attack Modoro's arm, trying to let him let go, but there was no way to succeed. , Did not cause any harm to Modoro.

This couldn't help but make this skinny ghost clan feel very scared, because he couldn't understand why Modoro's speed was suddenly so much faster, why his attack team Modoro didn't work?

Seeing this situation in front of him, Qi Ling smiled helplessly, everything was in his own expectations, Modoro's strength was much better than these two.

The reason why the ghost clan had such doubts was just because Modoro had not fully exerted his strength just now, and under such circumstances, a sudden outbreak would catch the opponent by surprise.

However, this is also based on the fact that Modoro's strength is stronger than that of the opponent, so that Modoro does not need to use his full strength at the beginning.

When there was no way to break free, the skinny ghost clan immediately shouted: "Help me! Help me!"

"Hmm!" The tall nobleman let out a roar, and rushed towards Modoro again. This time, his arms also changed, becoming longer and thicker, and growing countless sharp bone spurs. Like a pair of horrible pliers.

Undoubtedly, the power of such an attack is quite amazing, and Modoro did not dare to resist it head-on, but he dexterously passed the attack of this ghost race through the air, and kicked him in the waist for the last time. Lost his body balance, then fell to the ground and slid far away.

What is even more surprising is that during this process, Modoro has been steadily squeezing the thin little ghost clan in his hands, without any relaxation.

The skinny ghost clan naturally wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of himself, but he found that Modoro's hand was like a pair of iron tongs, no matter how he moved, he didn't move at all.

"Don't dream, if you don't resort to some new methods, you are ready to be held by me forever, and then end this game." Modoro said with a smile.

"Damn, don't be too proud of you, claws are not good, I still have teeth!" The thin ghost said viciously, and then he bit Modoro's hand with a mouth.

As he said, his teeth were sharper than his own claws, and immediately pierced Modoro's skin, and blood kept flowing out.

Modoruo's face immediately became gloomy, this guy is so unsure of what is good or bad, it seems that he must teach him a lesson.

"Your teeth are sharp, aren't you? Bite my hand, right? I don't know where you are so courageous!" Modoro said coldly, looking at the skinny ghost in front of him, "Then I will let you not have Such a tooth, see what else you can do!"

Afterwards, Modoro grabbed the skinny ghost clan's neck with one hand, clenched a fist with the other hand, and then slammed his face fiercely, punch after punch, without leaving any hands at all.

With every punch, a stream of blood would pop out of the skinny ghost tribe's face, and his teeth were blown away one by one under such a powerful impact, and soon there were no more teeth left in his mouth.

However, I have to say that the vitality of the ghost clan is indeed very strong. Under such circumstances, this skinny ghost clan has not lost his consciousness, but he also knows that he can no longer tolerate any reservations, and he must go all out to do it. .

So under such circumstances, the skinny ghost clan made a sharp cry, the whole body changed again, and the breath became much stronger, and he broke free from Modoro's hands.

Not only that, the tall ghost clan also changed at this time, his body became more vicious, more suitable for fighting, and his feeling became a lot heavier.

Looking at the changes between the two, Qi Ling couldn't help but feel curious, because the changes between the two were clearly the same. It shouldn't belong to someone's special skills, but more likely to belong to the racial talent of the ghost race.

"Sa Sha, what is the ability of these two people to change this way? Do you know?" Qi Ling couldn't help but quietly asked Sha Sha next to him.

"Ah? Don't you know, Qi Ling?" Sa Sha said in surprise, as if it were a matter of course, "This is the talent skill of our ghost race, demonization!"

"Huh? How would I know what your talent skills are? Is the effect of this ability the same as transforming, which can increase your various abilities?" Qi Ling asked.

"Yes, this is the main ability, and this kind of talent is not something everyone can do." Sa Sha said, "Only the advanced ghost race after the bloodline awakens can master this ability, and generally speaking, The more power contained in the blood, the better the effect of ghosting."

Qi Ling couldn't help but nodded, this is indeed a very reasonable thing, and he couldn't help asking again: "Among the ghost races, are there many people who can be transformed into ghosts?"

"I don't know too much, but it shouldn't be too much to think about." Sasha thought for a while and said, "Father said that even among high-level ghost races like us, there are not enough people who can awaken blood. One! So such people are generally highly regarded."