Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

In the Douluo Continent, there is a restrained relationship between soul masters.

Sensitive attack is a restraint control system.

The control system restrains the strong attack system.

Strong attack system restrains sensitive attack system.

The Min Attack Department Soul Master pays attention to surprise, and the martial soul is mostly a swift type of beast martial soul, such as cats, leopards, snakes, falcons and so on.

The comprehensive physical quality of the Min Attack Soul Master is naturally not comparable to the beast martial soul soul master such as lion and tiger.

The strong attack system defense is amazing, and the sensitive attack system is not very effective in one attack.

But the strong attack is an attack, and the sensitive attack can not be carried out.

Su Ming was faster than Zao Wou-ki, but don't forget that his strength was equally strong.

After several encounters, Zao Wou-ki has fallen into the downside.

He hated this kind of battle the most, the soul technique could not be used, the strength could not be used, and he could only fist and fist.

They are all power-type soul masters, and they are real men!

"Frontal rigid?"

Su Ming withdrew his lunge and walked straight and slowly towards Zao Wou-ki.

Come and come!!

Zao Wou-ki raised his eyebrows and greeted him with a smile.

"No, do they really want to fight to the flesh?"

The corners of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched, and the haze of Zao Wou-ki's actual combat class surged in his heart, and he subconsciously shivered.

"I didn't expect that one day, King Fudo Ming actually lost to a twelve-year-old junior, alas. "

A leisurely sigh sounded, as if lamenting that the years were not spared, and they had to serve old age.

Shao Xin looked at Lu Qibin with a smile, although he was stunned, he had nothing to entangle in his heart.

He was a food soul master, much younger, chewing dessert in his mouth:

"Old Lu, isn't the battle over yet, who loses and wins is not certain!"

Not over?

Lu Qibin gave him a roll of the eyes, "This is not the end yet, how much benefit has Zao Wou-ki given you to let you help him talk like this?"

Shao Xin scratched his head with a smile, embarrassed to refute.

Judging from the battle just now, Zao Wou-ki had already lost, and there was not much difference between the two in terms of strength.

But helplessly, Zao Wou-ki's speed is too slow, and he will definitely suffer a big loss if he fights.

Or rather, from the moment he accepted the challenge, he had already lost...

Shao Xin's eyes looked at Su Ming, and his fat face was full of novelty.

The first time I encountered such a terrifying descendant, I don't know how he cultivated.

In the field, Su Ming and Zao Wou-ki walked together again like magnets.

The faces are opposite each other, less than 50 cm apart.

The corners of Zao Wou-ki's mouth were raised, with a strong appreciation in his arrogance.

"Boy, to be able to cultivate my physique to this state at this age, I was definitely inferior to you. "

"No wonder that I underestimate you when I propose pure physical combat. "

Su Ming's fingers swiped in turn, and finally clenched into a fist, and said coldly, "If you can't beat it, you can possess the martial soul." "

"I also want to see how many soul skills I can carry you undefeated. "

"Bah!" Zao Wou-ki immediately pouted and spat out a mouthful of droplets, and roared angrily:

"Special lady, you still dare to mock Lao Tzu. "

"You go to the soul master to inquire, I don't move the king Zao Wou-ki, is it a rat who reneged?"

Hum!

Zao Wou-ki wiped his mouth, his big eyes were full of cold light, "You should be able to feel that my strength is greater than yours, I really have to be positive and tough, and who loses and who wins is not certain." "

"Then come!"

"Come and come!"

As the last word fell, Zao Wou-ki blatantly threw a punch.

Su Ming's eyes were grim, and he didn't hide at all, just bent his arms to block.

A dull bang sounded.

The forearm was shaken open, and Su Ming felt that the meridians of the arm were tumbling, some numbness was not strong, and his steps were slightly sideways.

But in the next second, Su Ming greeted Zao Wou-ki with his right fist.

Back then, Lao Tzu was besieged from more than a dozen bishops in the Martial Soul Hall, and he could kill them, afraid that you would not succeed?

Zao Wou-ki's eyes were not timid, and he curled his arms and fists, resisting from the bottom up.

With a bang, the furious force went from the bone to the shoulder, even if it was him who gritted his teeth slightly.

The eyes of the two burst with essence at the same time.

In the next second, the speed of punches increased sharply.

Boom, one punch.

Boom, two punches.

Boom, three punches.

......

The two use a real man's battle to deeply interpret what is called frontal toughness.

There are no bells and whistles of superfluous action.

Block/Dodge, attack.

Block/Dodge, attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Punch after punch, the sound of chirping is almost connected.

The fist stimulated a terrifying wave of qi, booming, and even the surrounding fences were torn down.

Zao Wou-ki's fist was heavy, and Su Ming felt that his body was pounding.

But Zao Wou-ki, he is definitely uncomfortable.

But the two are like crazy, and the more they fight, the more addictive they get.

The two pairs of bright eyes seemed to tell each other that they would never be the first to fall.

No one is a man, who does not like to fight to the flesh...

The fist enlarged in front of the eyes.

The fist passed through the epidermis.

The sound of fists hitting in the flesh.

That kind of thrill!

That wildness!

How to fight is incomparable.

If it is to be accompanied by music, only the confrontation between Dragon Ball Super, Free Goku and Gillian can generate such a fierce spark.

Grunt~

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone was stunned.

Even the sausage uncle Oscar, who just rushed over, pulled off a lot of his beard.

It's too cruel!

Oscar pushed Dai Mubai's waist with his elbow and stammered, "Dai, Boss Dai, do you power-type soul masters like to fight like this?"

Dai Mubai's face turned dark, and the corners of his mouth twitched sharply.

It's not bad to hit each other twice, the power type is also a soul master, compared to a soul technique.

In less than a few minutes, the two no longer knew how many times they had fought each other.

It can be clearly seen that Zao Wou-ki did not hit Su Ming hard, but every time Su Ming blocked and dodged, he would punch back Zao Wou-ki hard.

Bang!

Seeing Su Ming attacking again, Zao Wou-ki was about to block with both arms.

Suddenly, Su Ming stopped his hand and changed to a left hook, unexpectedly avoiding it from under Zao Wou-ki's elbow.

Click!

Zao Wou-ki heard the sound of his teeth cracking.

The huge force made his face instantly deform, and his trembling lips also exposed his gums.

The whole person was like a kite with a broken line, flying upside down towards the rear.

This day, what a white~

Zao Wou-ki half-squinted, looking at the cleansed blue sky and the white clouds, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

Rumble!

There was a blur in front of him, and Zao Wou-ki's thoughts that fell heavily on the ground also returned to reality.

He spouted two bloody teeth out of his mouth and slowly stood up on his knees.

The rough face was blue and purple, and the exposed arms were swollen one by one, looking embarrassed.

"Mother, when are the juniors so fierce now, how can we let these old things go out and mess around in the future." "

"Lao Shao, you still put that pestle corpse, give Lao Tzu a few jelly beans, and kill Lao Tzu." "

Swish!

Shao Xin smiled, he didn't have any bad intentions, but seeing Zao Wou-ki's appearance, he wanted to see it a few more times.

As if there were reserves, he threw out two cyan jelly beans, one naturally towards Zao Wou-ki and the other towards Su Ming.

Su Ming had just taken the candy, and just as he was about to say thanks, suddenly the qi and blood in his body tumbled.

Burst~

In an instant, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.

Like a blood plum blooming, Su Ming half-knelt on the ground, and his arms trembled involuntarily.

"Brother!"

Xiao Wu's heart was tight, and the tension was visible to the naked eye, and Tang San ran over after him.