Gourd of Douluo

Li Yusong flicked his wrist, and a clever force caused the coiling dragon stick to spin rapidly and rush towards Oscar.

"Bo."

The speed of the Coiling Dragon Stick was such that Oscar could not dodge it. Oscar, who was in mid-air, was cut in half by the Coiling Dragon Stick.

Li Yusong was frightened for a moment, and the next moment he realized that this was the effect of Oscar's soul skill, and said with a smile: "What a boy, you actually deceived me."

Li Yusong looked down, and sure enough, the real bodies of Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar were hiding in the darkness. Oscar's invisibility effect is ineffective against opponents ten levels higher.

"Xiao Feng, this is my last sausage." Oscar was sweating profusely from exhaustion and handed two phantom sausages and recovery sausages to Wang Xiaofeng.

Although the soul power in his body is still sufficient, his physical strength has really dropped to the lowest level. Instead of dragging down his good brothers here, it is better to consciously withdraw from the scene, so that he can take the opportunity to rest for a while.

Oscar waved to Li Yusong in the air, "Teacher Li, I give up, don't hit me." After saying that, he ran towards the big tree not far away. If he guessed correctly, the training venue should cover the entire In the wasteland, if you run outside this range, you should automatically admit defeat.

"Hehe, admitting defeat verbally does not count. The dean said that even if he is not beaten to the ground, it does not count as admitting defeat." Li Yusong grabbed his right hand, and a stick made of condensed soul power appeared in his hand. It was the Coiling Dragon Stick.

"Don't try to escape."

"Bang." The coiling dragon stick that was drawn in the air was blocked by Wang Xiaofeng with his wrist, making a crisp sound of metal impact.

Wang Xiaofeng chuckled and said: "Old man, this road is blocked." The sausage chewed in his mouth turned into a stream of heat, and he continued to recover his physical strength. The first three of the four soul rings on his body were emitting bright light.

Li Yusong didn't care, and while waving the coiled dragon stick to beat Wang Xiaofeng, he said: "I just wanted to ask if you, the boy, wore wrist guards on your wrists."

"You're not good, you're full of flaws. Watch me hit your legs, eh, I'll hit your right hand."

Wang Xiaofeng ignored the harassment of Li Yusong's words and concentrated on blocking the shadows of sticks in front of him. However, even though he had experienced hundreds of battles in the spirit fighting arena, to Li Yusong he could only be said to be babbling, full of loopholes, and he was defeated in less than ten moves. Li Yusong struck east and west, and struck his waist hard with a stick.

"Wow!" Wang Xiaofeng flew out heavily, flying directly for more than ten meters and then wiped several meters on the ground before stopping. Oscar felt pain all over his body when he looked at it.

With the protection of the first soul ring and the defense boost of the third soul ring, the subsequent damage was not as painful as Oscar imagined. Wang Xiaofeng used his soul power to force out the blood stasis, and felt much better after spitting it out.

Looking at Li Yusong's shining first soul ring, Wang Xiaofeng said angrily: "Old man, you still use soul skills to beat a tenth-level cripple like me. You really think highly of me."

Wang Xiaofeng's current soul power and physical strength are only one-third, which he can still make up for by eating sausages.

And the effect of Li Yusong's first soul skill: "Increase attack power by 200% within one minute."

Even though it was only a ten-year spirit ring, this exaggerated increase was something that few spirit rings under five hundred years old could achieve.

This also made Wang Xiaofeng more certain that the soul ring that matched the martial soul was more important than the age of the soul ring.

Of course, if the talent is not good, it is better to choose a spirit beast with a higher age. At least the spirit power contained in the spirit ring can reduce the training time.

Li Yusong didn't feel any guilt at all. Instead, he said matter-of-factly: "I am a Soul Lord now. Of course I have to use all my strength to beat you, a Soul Lord."

Wang Xiaofeng said angrily: "You are almost as shameless as the dean."

Li Yusong squinted his eyes, "Get some rest, then take my second move, a stick to the sky." As he said that, the second century-old soul ring on his body also lit up.

As Li Yusong shouted loudly, the appearance of the Coiling Dragon Staff instantly expanded three times under the influence of the soul skill, and formed a stick shadow more than ten meters long, which hit Wang Xiaofeng heavily.

"I'll go, let's play it real." How could Wang Xiaofeng dare to take this move? You must know that the Panlong Stick weighs a thousand kilograms, and with a sudden step of his right foot, a stupid donkey rolled.