Douluo's personal pendant

"You can start now."

I don't know when Sickle Itachi, who had already tightened his body, looked at Tang Fei, who had been hiding far, to confirm.

After Tang Fei nodded, it flicked its arm, condensing three wind blades into the air.

Seeing the three wind blades coming in front of you, with a wave of the arm in the air, a ball of light condensed in the hand. With a light push, the ball of light bursts in front of it to form a semicircular light shield to block it in front of it. .

And the three wind blades capable of shredding stones fell on the light shield. Although the wind blade broke the light shield, none of the three wind blades fell on Shi's body.

However, Tang Fei didn’t intend to let the envoy passively be beaten. When he thought of it, the envoy in the distance opened the empty eyes with white light, and then pulled from the air. The silver-white moonlight gathered in the envoy’s hand to form a lightsaber. It was light. With a light wave, the ten-meter-long lightsaber cut through the air, and fell on the ground and rubbed a burst of sparks.

"Yeah." In front of Shi, Wuming's Sickle Itachi narrowed his eyes, looking at the silver-white lightsaber in his hands. Although he had not touched the lightsaber, he buzzed from around the lightsaber. With the sound of blasting air and the slight crack on the ground, he felt that if he let this sword hit him, even his body would suffer severe damage.

Fortunately, although the sword looked extremely sharp, it was too huge to swing it too fast, and the speed was the nameless advantage.

Although I don’t know why, that weird Zi clearly only has a level 50 soul power cultivation base, but the amount of soul power stored is comparable to Titled Douluo, and this exuded martial soul can bring a little bit of pressure on himself. , But after carefully observing the condensed sword, Wuming almost laughed.

"Hey, son, shouldn't your mind be broken, just this sword still wants to hit me? If I can be hit by this sword, then where should I put the face of my Title Douluo."

Wuming grinned and showed sharp teeth to taunt Tang Fei.

Tang Fei found a place to sit down, took out a bottle of drink and drank quietly.

Wuming saw Tang Fei's leisurely look and frowned, "Here, the person who asks for advice doesn't look like a student. Forget it, just clean up his external martial arts spirit, and then beat him again to let him know what it is. Respect for teachers."

Anonymous glared at Tang Fei fiercely, then turned his head to look at the place where Shi was standing, but there was still a sign in that space now.

"What? Where did it go."

Wuming stared round his eyes and scanned the surroundings. At this moment, there was a sound of wind above his head. He who understood the law of wind was naturally extremely sensitive to the existence of wind. When the wind above his head was produced, he had already raised his head. Look over.

I saw that in the original starry night sky, a light ball like the sun sucked all the light away, and under the light ball facing him was an extremely sharp lightsaber, which he looked down upon before. That lightsaber.

"When did I manage to move to the top of my head without any movement? The speed is so fast that it will be above my head even before the wind occurs."

Wuming squinted his eyes and looked directly at the sharp point of the sword above his head. The light ball seemed to gather all the light around it. Its surroundings were extremely dark, and light and darkness existed at this moment, reflecting the nameless eyeball Zheng.

So that it gathers the surrounding light, and then compresses the light into a ball of lightsaber covered in the hand. In only five seconds, the silver light on the surface of the lightsaber has been blocked by the milky white halo, and this is what After Tang Fei comprehended the law of light, he created the first soul skill, the light trial cow

"drink."

There was a loud shout from the mouth of the make, the wings behind him shrank, and he slowly raised the lightsaber in his hand. Numerous light particles continued to gather in its hands. After raising his hands over his head and straightening out, the wings behind him There was a shock, and then the sword in his hand was thrust downward, and the dazzling light illuminates the sky in the five-mile radius.

Wuming looked at the falling white light giant sword, he felt that his blood was boiling. He could have easily avoided the lightsaber's attack, but if he had to avoid the 50th-level spirit master, he would have this title. Where to put Douluo's face, still those two words, face.

The lightsaber was so powerful that the air riots turned into white waves and continued to roll around, but the nameless was very indifferent. Although he could already feel the slight pressure on himself from the lightsaber, he lifted his own Claws, three spirit rings appeared around him.

Two purple and one black.

Wind gathering.

Wind whirlpool

The wind roared.

Tang Fei looked at the giant claw that Wuming raised above his head. Among the giant claws, a blue whirlpool appeared in his hand, constantly sweeping the surrounding wind from unknown sources, and it only took a second to condense into his hands. A huge cyan typhoon.

The lightsaber is still ten meters away from him, just look at the nameless hand, the black spirit ring around him flashes, and the wind ball is pushed towards the lightsaber.

After leaving the palm of his hand, the wind ball exploded, and the huge wind pressure pressed down from above, overwhelming and breaking the grass blades on the grass. Tang Fei sat far away, but in this way he could still feel the constant transmission below. With the thrust of the wind, when he stood up, the rock he was sitting on flew out several tens of meters under the thrust of the wind.

After the cyan typhoon in the air exploded, in the typhoon, a huge cyan head made of wind swallowed from the typhoon towards the lightsaber.

After a second, the mouth of the green sickle head looked like a bottomless pit. Although it can be huge, its diameter from top to bottom is only five meters. However, the ten-meter lightsaber seems to fall into its mouth after submerging into its mouth. Like a bottomless pit, it kept falling after five meters, and Bineng did not smash the sickle head.

Tang Fei frowned, and his spiritual sense explored the inside of the sickle head. After some exploration, he suddenly realized that in the middle of the inside of the sickle head, a spinning whirlpool was fighting against the lightsaber. It is the reason that hinders lightsaber.

The tip of the lightsaber was shattered into fragments at the moment it touched the vortex, and then turned into pure soul power and swept into the vortex, followed by the sword body section by section, which Tang Fei had input to make it. The spirit power in the middle, the lightsaber condensed into it is definitely not the opponent of that whirlpool.

Sure enough, after three seconds, the entire sharp sword fell into the mouth of Kian Itachi, and even Tang Fei’s ambassador fell into Qi Zheng.

After immersing the Wuhun into Kian Itachi's mouth, Kian Itachi closed his mouth and continued to ascend, not giving the ambassador a chance to fly out.

The sickle ferret keeps rising, and the big keeps shrinking, but the envoy in its mouth did not give up resistance, constantly trying to break the wind wall that makes up the sickle ferret head, but the previous lightsaber condensing has already spent 80% of its soul power. Now it has no spirit power in its body, only the body woven by Tang Fei's rules.

The sickle's head rose into the air, more than 5,000 meters above the ground, with only the big fist left. Even when Tang Fei opened the purple magic pupil and could only see a black spot, a loud noise came from the air. Tang Fei lifted his head and saw the sky, circles of cyan air circles continued to spread, sweeping away the surrounding clouds by the way, making the stars in the sky emit stronger light.

Chapter Nineteen Silver Bricks

As the morning sun rises, the golden light shines on the earth, Tang Fei returned to his dormitory with a tired expression, and did not want to get up when he lay down on the bed.

Yesterday, he continuously output his soul power, constantly weaving the law, let his emissary spirit continue to be released, and to fight against Wuming, Wuming is also worthy of titled Douluo, at the beginning, raising his hand can bring his The spirit smashing, no matter what spirit ability is used, it can be completed within ten seconds.

But as Tang Fei’s soul power was consumed, the body of the law he was woven became harder and harder. Until the middle of the night, Wuming wanted to break Wuhun’s body in less than half a minute, and Wuming almost pressed his own bottom. Tang Fei took out all his spirit abilities, but in order to protect the environment, Tang Fei still stopped him, took out one of the books and gave it to Wuming. After seven, he continued to fight in that place, and he dragged his body back. Shrek Academy.

Although he himself did not participate in any battles that night, and the consumption of soul power will quickly recover, but the law of weaving is really exhausting. Even the nameless who has understood the law for more than ten years is just a simple change in the direction of the law. Tang Fei directly used the rules to weave the body of the martial soul. This is the advantage of opening and hanging, but the disadvantage is that as his control of the rules becomes stronger and stronger, he does not edit once, and the mental power of the martial soul’s body is consumed more and more. Many, if his soul were not strong enough, he would have been exhausted.

Turning over laboriously, looking at the warm sunlight coming in from the window, he stretched out his fingers, passed through the white lines that he saw, held the white lines in his hands, and danced with his hands, like a long-studied embroidery master , And soon a white line butterfly that only he could see was completed from his hands.

Throwing the white thread butterfly in his hand into the air, after the white thread butterfly got out of his hand, it came back to life, fluttered its wings and disappeared into the air, and the sunlight coming in from outside the window also slowly condensed into one with the disappearance of the white thread The light particles form a vivid golden butterfly flying in the air.

Seeing that he was able to knit a golden light butterfly that can condense without soul power in just one second, he was very satisfied. It was me who could reach this level without sleeping all night.

Tang Fei sullenly praised his efforts secretly and fell asleep slowly.

.......

Vibration, constant vibration, a series of strong vibrations dragged Tang Fei out of his dreamland.

On the wooden bed, Tang Fei suddenly sat up, his eyes blurred, as if he had not yet woken up.

"Who, who is shaking me? No one." Tang Fei looked at his house. There was no one other than him, and he felt very puzzled. He clearly felt the vibration just now, why didn't he wake up? Up.

Reaching out and scratching the back of his head, feeling a little thirsty, Tang Fei got up on the bed, poured a glass of water, and just handed it to his mouth, his hands trembled like a patient with Parkinson's disease, and he sprinkled water all over his body. It's all, but not a single drop fell on his mouth Zheng

Tang Fei looked at his quiet hand holding the cup in surprise. If the water on his clothes had not just been drained, and there was a puddle of water on the ground, he would definitely think that he was still dreaming, and he had just taken the cup in his hand. After putting it down, he grabbed his left hand that was shaking crazily just now.

First, he used his spiritual sense to probe, and there was nothing unusual, and then carefully observed the surface with the purple magic pupil. A striped road was still as perfect as before, and then he used his soul power to probe.

A wave of spirit power circulated unimpededly along his meridians to his palm, and there was nothing wrong with the opponent.

This is a bit strange. Tang Fei let go of his left hand and was very puzzled, "Of course I really didn't wake up."

Just as he was wondering, when he just wanted to take back his spirit power, a vision occurred. There was something on his finger that forcibly retained his spirit power. Not only that, a suction force passed along his previous spirit power. 'S meridians touched his dantian where his soul power was stored, and then continuously pumped the soul power from his dantian like a pump.

Tang Fei looked at his finger in confusion. The thing that forcibly absorbed his soul power came from within the space ring. After a second of contemplation, he remembered that he did buy one that could absorb soul power yesterday. s things.

After figuring it out, Tang Fei controlled a trace of soul power mixed in the flow of soul power drawn into the space ring, entered the space ring, and quickly found the dark red dragon blood wooden box lying in the corner.