People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

Green light burst out from Feng Xiaotian's whole body, and a pair of huge green wings stretched out from Feng Xiaotian's back. At the same time, green light and shadow condensed behind him, exactly like the two-headed wolf of Gale.

Against the backdrop of the huge and dazzling light and shadow, Feng Xiaotian soared into the sky, with just one flapping of his wings behind his back. With the help of the wind in the air, his body had already soared up and floated in the sky.

"Boy, no matter how strong you are, I don't believe you can take my move."

In the sky, Feng Xiaotian looked at Jun Yi coldly. The second soul ring on his body lit up, and the light and shadow of the two-headed wolf behind him gradually merged with Feng Xiaotian's body. That was his second soul skill, Double Wolf. Possessed, raising his own strength to the extreme.

"The momentum is indeed good, so I will respect you too."

Jun Yi slowly raised his right hand, the cold air gathered in his hand, and a slender frost blade quietly took shape.

The frost blade lightly stroked Jun Yi's hand, and a circle of light blue light quietly expanded and quickly merged into the ground. In an instant, the temperature in the entire competition stage dropped sharply, and the surrounding area of ​​100 meters was invaded by the cold air. It was dyed, and the ground was covered with a layer of white frost.

"Is it an ice attribute attack? Let's see if your ice blade is faster or my wind blade is sharper. Let you try my self-created soul skill, the Wind Demon Wolf's twenty-one consecutive slashes."

The wings behind Feng Xiaotian suddenly trembled, and suddenly, a terrifying air current swept over him crazily. Amidst the roar of the wind, Feng Xiaotian moved, and his body fell from the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.

His huge body with its wings spread out made no sound as it fell. The diffuse green light is all restrained.

"Isn't it thirty-six? Why is it missing fifteen cuts?"

Jun Yi suddenly thought that there were still two and a half years left before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition, and Feng Xiaotian probably had not yet completed it.

In mid-air, Feng Xiaotian's wings merged with his arms and turned into sharp blades. He released the twenty-one blows of the Wind Demon Wolf and swooped towards Jun Yi.

A smile appeared at the corner of Jun Yi's mouth. He did not dodge. He just raised the ice and snow blade condensed with ice elements and held it in front of him to resist.

"Ding--"

There was a crisp sound, and the wind blade collided with the frost blade. Jun Yi held the ice and snow blade, and he blocked Feng Xiaotian's soul skill with all his strength.

The ground under Jun Yi's feet was cracked, and even a few pieces of gravel flew out, which showed how powerful Feng Xiaotian's power was.

But the frost blade did not suffer any damage, not even shaking. It was like a solid shield, stable, steady, and indestructible.

"Your wind blade is not good!" Jun Yi said lightly. His expression was still indifferent and did not change because he withstood Feng Xiaotian's attack.

"This is just the first slash. There are twenty more slashes to come, and the power is getting stronger each time. I hope you can persist until the end."

Feng Xiaotian rushed towards Jun Yi again, waving his hands, controlling the wind blades on his wings to attack Jun Yi overwhelmingly.

"Ding, ding..., ding, ding..."

The ice and snow blades and the wind blades kept colliding, and with every collision, Feng Xiaotian's face showed a look of shock.

He discovered that although each of his attacks was getting stronger, the actual damage caused to Jun Yi was very small. Even the momentum caused was not as violent as the first strike. He suddenly discovered that Jun Yi's momentum was also constantly rising. .

However, Feng Xiaotian has already seen the hope of victory. The ice blade in Jun Yi's hand has been cut with a gap, and it is constantly expanding under Feng Xiaotian's attack.

Finally, when the twentieth cut fell, ice crystals scattered and ice shards flew, and the ice knife in Jun Yi's hand was actually cut off alive by Feng Xiaotian.

When Feng Xiaotian saw this, a smile appeared on his face. He would not give Jun Yi any chance to breathe, and immediately executed the strongest slash he had at his disposal.

"Jun Yi, I win."

Feng Xiaotian thought that Jun Yi would definitely not be able to take his move, and he was already mentally prepared for victory.

The power of the twenty-first slash was far greater than before, but Jun Yi's expression remained calm, and he just raised his right hand lightly.

I saw Jun Yi let go of the broken blade in his hand. The hard frost blade turned into ice and snow powder and flew in the wind the moment it left his hand. Then Jun Yi's right hand was gradually covered with a layer of black.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked. Is Jun Yi trying to use his own body to hit the twenty-first cut head-on? Is Jun Yi really not afraid of death?

"Boom--" A violent roar suddenly exploded, making the entire competition venue tremble. Terrifying energy fluctuations swept through the entire audience in an instant. The power of Feng Xiaotian's move had already reached the Soul King level. Many people present thought that Jun Yi could not handle this move.

But the fact is that Jun Yi's right hand directly pinched Feng Xiaotian's blade, and he stopped Feng Xiaotian's attack with just his own strength, freezing him in place, unable to move.

What followed was a backlash. The wind blade on Feng Xiaotian's body dissipated, and he felt as if a giant hammer hit his chest hard. He groaned and blood flowed from his mouth. Spurting out, the whole person was blown away like a kite with its string cut off.

The entire audience was silent. Feng Xiaotian, who seemed to have an absolute advantage just now, lost like this? All of this actually happened so fast that the spectators didn't even see it clearly. By the time they realized it, Feng Xiaotian had already flown upside down.

"It's a very good self-created soul skill, but unfortunately, the training is still not enough."

Jun Yi walked slowly towards Feng Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with horror.

"Admit defeat?"

"me..."

"Forget it, you'd better go down."

Jun Yi took a step forward and kicked out. Suddenly, Feng Xiaotian's body was kicked out like a cannonball, and Feng Xiaotian's body hit the edge of the ring hard.

The referee followed closely and held Feng Xiaotian in his arms. He carefully inspected Feng Xiaotian's body and found that Jun Yi's kick just now did not cause substantial damage to Feng Xiaotian. Although Feng Xiaotian's injury It looks serious, but

With the healing skills of the healing soul master, he only needs to rest for a period of time to recover, but it may be difficult to play in the subsequent team games.

"I lost."

Jun Yi's kick not only kicked Feng Xiaotian out of the ring, but also shattered his self-esteem. Even the physical pain could not conceal the frustration deep in Feng Xiaotian's heart at this time. He really couldn't believe that the self-created soul skills that he was so proud of were just useless in front of others and had no effect at all.

"Admit defeat earlier, and you'll get one less kick from me."

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