Gourd of Douluo

In the deep pit, large mouthfuls of blood spit out from the mouth of Shuangyi Yinhu. A pair of blood-red eyes dimmed a bit, and blood-red liquid continued to flow out of the body.

In the blink of an eye, the double-winged Yinhu retreated directly from the spirit's true form back into human form.

Although high-level soul masters quickly rescued the bandits, the lack of a soul saint caused the pressure on several colleges to drop sharply.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he can no longer participate in this battle, and he might even be accidentally attacked by other soul masters, and he might even die here.

Wang Xiaofeng saw many soul masters quietly following them.

There was a slight sound of breaking through the air behind him. Wang Xiaofeng recalled the gourd with his backhand and blocked it behind him.

Clang! !

The air rippled piece by piece, and the sharp wings pulled out a series of violent sparks on the gourd.

A soul emperor wearing a black cloak flapped his wings behind him, and a hoarse and gloomy voice came from under the cloak: "A genius soul master like you cannot survive in this world."

Wang Xiaofeng took advantage of the impact of the opponent's attack and quickly fell back to the ground, "Come on, hurry up if you want to do it, don't always find some nonsense reasons."

Although the black-cloaked Soul Emperor wanted to kill Wang Xiaofeng, no matter from the move that severely injured the Soul Saint just now to the effortless way he blocked his sneak attack, it all showed that the young-looking boy in front of him was a man of extraordinary strength. Weaker than his master.

The two of them faced off like this, and no one with a blind eye came to find them. Therefore, no one within a five-meter radius of Wang Xiaofeng and the black-cloaked Soul Emperor came close to them.

that's all

On the other side, Soul Douluo was entangled by Flanders and Liu Erlong respectively, and the last remaining Soul Saint was also entangled by Zhao Wuji.

The powerful enemies around them were all attracted away, leaving Dai Mubai and the others in a safe state for the time being.

In order to avoid being targeted again, they silently ran to the lineups of other colleges, in the name of helping each other.

Everyone's face was a little pale, and they ate sausages to restore their soul power and physical strength while paddling.

Until now, Ma Hongjun realized that these were no ordinary bandits: "Who are these people and why do they want to kill us?!"

"The big tree attracts the wind," Tang San said through gritted teeth.

Tang San was extremely suspicious that these people were probably sent by Wuhun Palace.

Because Wang Xiaofeng once said that Tang San's identity could not withstand scrutiny at all. Whether it was the very coincidental age or the unique innate soul power, it all showed that Tang San's parents' identity was not simple.

evidence? Wuhundian does not need evidence.

I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

Of course, if Tang San could watch the whole audience, he would be able to find out that the targets targeting him might just be incidental.

Because as long as the man in black pretending to be a robber falls down injured, he will be quietly dragged away within ten seconds.

Therefore, although there are fewer and fewer manpower on both sides, most of the corpses on the battlefield are Royal Knights.

"It's almost time."

Just when Tang San and the others were paddling to replenish their soul power, Contra, who was fighting Flanders and Liu Erlong, suddenly flew back a long distance with their combined force.

Then he turned around and flew up, his soul ring shining, and he dived directly towards Tang San's position!

In an instant, countless rays of light fell from the sky, as if they were going to swallow seven people!

At this time, Oscar stood up. He calmly summoned seven mushroom sausages and seven phantom sausages and threw them to everyone, "There is still time, eat the sausages, and let's escape from the flanks."

Gorgeous wings unfolded from behind everyone, but before they could eject and take off, a strong pressure suddenly suppressed the seven people. The double mental and physical oppression made everyone unable to move.

The air around them seemed to have solidified, and students from other colleges adjacent to them had long been lying on the ground.

This is the pressure of soul power unleashed by an eighty-seventh level Contra.

Faced with the threat of death, veins popped up on everyone's faces, with ferocious expressions as they tried to break away. However, in the face of the huge gap in strength, their actions were like ants shaking a tree, overestimating their own capabilities.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared in front of them, and the powerful soul pressure felt like a breeze blowing on his face, which was not worth mentioning.

"Hey, it's bad behavior to bully the young."

Wang Xiaofeng lifted the Soul Emperor, which was like a puddle of mud, and threw it directly towards the countless brilliant lights above his head.

A vine quietly surrounded everyone, pulling them out of the range of soul power oppression.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you run away?"

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"Oh."

The sneak attack that seriously injured the Soul Saint was already Wang Xiaofeng's most glorious moment. As for the unlucky Soul Emperor, a righteous group fight was not considered a sneak attack.

Facing the threat of Soul Douluo at this time, he could think of using this Soul Emperor as a shield, which was considered a wise act out of necessity.

The black-cloaked Contra obviously didn't expect that his soul skills would be cracked in this way. Looking at Flanders and Liu Erlong who had already rushed over, knowing that he had missed the chance to get rid of Tang San, he could only control it. The soul skill fell towards the Xueqing River not far away.

Boom!

The brilliant sword light flashed past, and a deafening explosion fell. The earth rumbled and shook violently, and along with the movement of the soil, dust rose into the sky!

The people on the ground seemed to have noticed the figure in the sky. The moment the slash fell, they jumped up and jumped onto the barren soil slope.

Contra's eyes moved around, and with the help of his soul power, he saw clearly the man standing on the slope. He stared straight into his round eyes.

"Sword, Sword Douluo!"

He looked back and saw a huge chasm cutting the earth in half. The two parties that were still fighting now stood on both sides of the abyss and ravine, and were helplessly forced to call a truce.

"Little Luoluo, you are really getting better and better. Not only did you fail to defeat a few small soul sects, but you were also scared away by a young man. Gee, it seems you want to be sent to the forbidden area to guard the gate."

Suddenly a cold voice came from behind, and the black-cloaked Contra quickly lowered his proud head: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"Forget it, hurry up and complete your mission. You can't get involved here anymore."

"yes!"

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