Douluo's Gourd

Such a genius should not be beaten into autism by me, Wang Xiaofeng thought to himself looking at Fan Wu who was showing disdain in front of him.

"...The match begins." The host saw that both sides were already in place, and hurried down the fighting stage. After all, the attack range of the soul master level could reach the entire field, and he didn't want to be accidentally injured.

"Hey, boy on the opposite side, I'll give you a chance to make a move first, otherwise you will have no chance at all once I make a move."

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up, have you finished spreading your spores?"

Tang San in the audience was startled, and subconsciously used the Purple Demon Eye to look at the ground on the stage.Under the illumination of the lights, most of the ground on the Soul Fighting Stage was indeed covered with tiny green spots of light.

"When did you find out!" Fan Wu's arrogant expression just now became serious, and he subconsciously clenched his right hand, covering the martial spirit in his palm.

He used this trick to defeat many soul masters, but he was not discovered, so why did he suddenly overturn this time.

Wang Xiaofeng pointed at the ground disdainfully, "Brother, read more books, one of the two characteristics of the blood thorn, as long as it reaches maturity, it will continuously emit tiny spores and reproduce, how could I be unprepared for this. You should have summoned the Martial Soul long ago, talking nonsense with me is just delaying time."

"That's right, you guessed it right." Fan Wu nodded, indicating that Wang Xiaofeng was right. "However, your biggest mistake is that you gave me time to arrange the venue."

Fan Wu's face changed, and three soul rings rose from his body immediately, and the three soul rings of yellow, yellow and purple were obviously the best configuration.

"The first soul skill, savage growth!"

As soon as Fan Wu finished speaking, blood-red thorns grew out of the Soul Fighting Platform, covering an area of ​​more than ten meters in diameter around Fan Wu's body, almost occupying half the area of ​​the Soul Fighting Platform. It is still spreading towards Wang Xiaofeng's direction.

Wang Xiaofeng started to dodge backwards, dodging thorns and thorns, but the fighting spirit stage is so big, the places where he can dodge are limited, so from the perspective of the audience, Wang Xiaofeng seems to have been cornered.

Tang San kept his Purple Demon Eyes open, and he found that every time Wang Xiaofeng dodged, he would secretly scatter some unknown yellow liquid.

Wang Xiaofeng was gradually forced into a small corner by the blood-colored thorns. At this time, the fighting spirit stage was already covered with blood-colored thorns.The thorns are full of sharp thorns, and no one wants to touch them.

The second characteristic of blood thorns is paralysis. People who are stabbed by blood thorns will be poisoned. The wound will continue to bleed, but it will not make people feel any pain. People who are poisoned will lose blood without knowing it. Die from too much.

"Hey, you can't run away now."

Fan Wu laughed happily, even if he discovered his method, so what, he should lose or he must lose.

"The second soul skill, strangulation by thorns."

The second soul ring on Fan Wu's body lit up, and a large number of bloody thorns suddenly surrounded Wang Xiaofeng.

The three soul rings on Wang Xiaofeng's body were shining brightly, and at the critical moment, he jumped into the air to avoid Fan Wu's attack.

"What's the use of lingering, it's better to jump out of the stage directly, so as not to suffer pain." Fan Wu's face remained unchanged, his right hand was held against Wang Xiaofeng in the air, more blood thorns grew out from the fighting spirit stage, and tied towards Wang Xiaofeng go.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A sound came from under Wang Xiaofeng's feet.Immediately, Wang Xiaofeng was like a dexterous swallow, continuously dodging the thorns tying him in the air, and rushed towards Fan Wu's direction.

"This is Xiaofeng's self-created soul skill, Shunpo! Although it is very rough, it is indeed the embryonic form of martial arts." Tang San looked at Wang Xiaofeng's dodging figure with great interest, and had to say that in some respects it was ghostly. Shunpo is no match for fanzine.

"So that's how it is. Right now, the entire spirit fighting arena is covered with thorns, and there is only a small space left around the control system soul master. This is self-binding." Dai Mubai finally understood Wang Xiaofeng's layout. Wu himself is not easy to move, and he can save a lot of soul power.

"But that control-type soul master should still have soul power, at least it should be no problem to use the third soul skill." Ma Hongjun worried from the side, if the control-type soul master of the plant spirit doesn't meet him on the soul fighting stage When it comes to fire attribute soul masters, that really takes advantage of the terrain.

The battle on the stage changed in an instant, and Fan Wu never thought that Wang Xiaofeng could move in the air, but he still had a third soul skill that was useless. Such a speed could not avoid his third soul skill. Fan Wu had a purple soul. The ring shines brightly.

"The third soul skill, thorns..."

"Hoohoohoo."

Suddenly, the thorns on the field ignited a fierce fire, and the fighting spirit stage was immediately plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

The thorns of the martial soul were burned by the flames, and the soul power in Fan Wu's body suddenly fell into chaos. In addition, the third soul skill was suddenly interrupted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.

"How about it, are you satisfied with the big gift I prepared for you?" Wang Xiaofeng landed in front of Fan Wu, clenched his fists, "Are you going to admit defeat yourself, or should I send you down?"

"How did you make my martial soul burn?" Fan Wu asked sullenly, lying on the ground.

"This is a secret." Wang Xiaofeng didn't want to fall into the plot where the villain died of talking too much, so he rushed towards Fan Wu.

"It's not over yet." Fan Wu picked up a bloody thorn from the ground, and waved it to greet Wang Xiaofeng's face.

"Bang." Wang Xiaofeng punched backhand, directly crushing the thorns in his hand, and then, unabated, hit him heavily in the face.

Wang Xiaofeng felt that he was not very relieved, so he punched him in the face a few more times. Fan Wu rolled his eyes from the beating, his head tilted and he passed out.

"You don't slap people in the face, why are you so vicious." Wang Xiaofeng pulled Fan Wu who had passed out, and threw him out of the fighting spirit stage.

"This...let's congratulate Wang Xiaofeng for winning." The host hurriedly announced that Wang Xiaofeng had won, and then asked the soul master who was in charge of repairing the fighting spirit platform to quickly extinguish the fire.

The entire 22-point fighting spirit arena and the one-on-one fighting spirit stage suddenly became lively, with thunderous applause.Such a special match made their eyes shine, and some spectators began to cheer Wang Xiaofeng's name.

"How about it, did this match give you some inspiration?" Wang Xiaofeng joined Dai Mubai and the others with a smile after getting off the soul fighting stage.

"Brother Feng, you fight really well." Oscar and Ma Hongjun ran forward excitedly, hugging Wang Xiaofeng heavily.

A few of them know that in this battle, Wang Xiaofeng clearly only used Shunpo, and didn't use soul skills at all, and the glow of the soul ring was only to cover up Shunpo, and the whole match was won purely by relying on Wang Xiaofeng's wisdom .

"Brother Feng, how did you burn the thorns?" Tang San asked curiously.

Wang Xiaofeng took out a bottle containing a yellow liquid from the soul guide, "You will know it when you smell it."

Tang San took the bottle and opened it, a unique smell slowly came out from the bottle.

"Oil!?" Everyone said in unison.

"That's right, this is pine oil. It took me five gold soul coins to barely cover half of the spirit arena. If I lose, my money for buying pine oil and fire pockets will be wasted." Wang Xiaofeng took the pine oil and put it into the soul guide, and began to introduce his fighting ideas to everyone.

"Most control-type soul masters are plant spirits, such as Tang San, Mubai is not his opponent at the same level, but Fatty's evil fire has a strong ability to restrain him, and Ma Hongjun in turn fights against him. But Mubai. Martial spirits always restrain each other, so there is no incomprehensible ability, you just need to use your brain."

"Okay, my battle is over, and it's up to you guys." Wang Xiaofeng's unique fighting style opened a new door for everyone, letting them know that although the soul ring and soul skills are very strong, they will always be powerful. It is the soul master himself.

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PS: The inspiration came from starting from Douluo, the match between Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San was really amazing.