Wuhun Lingzhu from Douluo

Chapter 39 The Completely Restrained Feng Xiaotian

"It's you who's waiting!" Weekend smiled suddenly, and put his hands into claws and put them on his chest.

A little bit of cyan light condensed on the fingertips, and an unusually sharp feeling came.

Weekend's body moved violently, spinning itself rapidly, and the cyan light blade formed a ring.

It was Feng Xiaotian who rushed over with wings on his back, seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened, the cyan edge gave him an unusually sharp feeling.

But at this time, it was too late to stop under the extremely fast flight, so he could only move his body sideways as much as possible, and the soul power in his body was boiling and concentrated in his arms.

The wolf head of the second soul ability shone with dazzling light, looked lifelike, and slammed fiercely on the chest.

"Boom!"

The array of wind blades collided with the cyan edge, and was instantly torn apart and turned into bits of light.

Standing under the breeze on the weekend, I moved my hands with tingling fingers, just now it was a kind of use of Jiutian Gangfeng.

The breeze that condenses the sharp attribute is attached to the five fingers, forming a sharp blade.

It's just that I'm not very proficient in using it, so my five fingers were slightly injured.

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian stood on the ground, his face was more serious than ever, and his hands trembled slightly.

There were two tiny wounds on the back of the hand, and blood continued to flow out.

The young man in front of him is very strong, stronger than himself, not because the other party is a soul sect and he is a soul master, but the other party's martial soul.

The wind that he could control at will, the incomparably sharp wind, was far from being able to fight against the gale that he controlled.

"The speed of the wind is not as fast as him, and the strength of the wind is also not as strong as him. Perhaps those who are stronger than him only have the physical quality of a beast soul, but they can't get close to him at all!" Feng Xiaotian moved with the wind. Moving, dodging the gust of wind at an extremely fast speed.

Different from his own wind, Feng Xiaotian's speed is faster than the wind he controls, so he can avoid these fast gusts of wind.

Most people are probably already desperate at this time, but Feng Xiaotian is not, he still has a hope.

"Although it is a semi-finished product, as long as I fully charge, I may defeat him with one blow."

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian's expression became firm, and the third soul ring on his body lit up again.

"The third soul skill, Gale Wings!"

A cyan light shines from Feng Xiaotian's body, sweeping it from the inside out, sweeping away everything abnormal in Feng Xiaotian's body.

This is an ability of the third soul skill, it can restore Feng Xiaotian's state to its best, and it is also a very magical ability in the original book.

Except for the consumption of soul power, Feng Xiaotian is no different from when he first started fighting.

With a sudden squat, Feng Xiaotian dodged a wind blade above his head, spread his wings and swung violently, and flew into the air at high speed.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian flying towards him on the weekend, he swung his right hand violently.

A gust of wind roared from the right side, rushing towards Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian followed the force of the strong wind and turned to the left, completed a charge of energy, turned his body in a semi-circular arc, and rushed over again.

"My current limit is nine times. As long as I complete nine times of charging, I will be able to break through all obstacles and attack him!" Feng Xiaotian was highly concentrated, and precisely controlled every time he exerted his strength.

Looking at Feng Xiaotian's attack trajectory on the weekend, it felt like one semicircle after another, and he frowned slightly.

"Have you started researching it now? This guy's talent is indeed high, but Tang San restrained everything, and he is also a sad child!"

Stretching out his hand and slapping down suddenly, a pillar of wind whizzed from above, attacking Feng Xiaotian.

"Not good! The speed is too fast, I can't react anymore." Feng Xiaotian's expression changed drastically, and then, the strong wind swept over his body, and he lost control and energy storage in an instant.

The whole person slammed down hard and fell directly to the ground.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Xiaotian's face was extremely ugly, and he was interrupted before he could finish charging, which already caused his body to suffer some backlash.

Now not only the soul power is consumed, but even the body is seriously injured.

"There is still a chance, I still have soul power, and the third soul ability!" Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, the third soul ring shone with light, and he rushed forward again.

Weekend frowned, not because of Feng Xiaotian rushing up again, but because the commotion seemed too loud.

Although this is the edge of the city, it still belongs to the urban category after all. If the fight continues like this, it may attract the attention of the patrol team in the city.

"It seems to speed up!" Weekend said lightly.

With a backhand slap forward, the compressed gust turned into a shock wave, knocking away Feng Xiaotian who was rushing towards him.

Putting his hands up and down in front of his chest, a large amount of soul power condensed into a blue light, and under the frantic rotation, it condensed into a gust of wind.

Then he flung it out with one hand, weekend slowly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his masterpiece that consumed [-]% of his soul power, what kind of power could it have?
The violent wind came out, dragging everything around, forming a small tornado.

He rushed forward quickly, and the strong wind attracted everything around him, such as grass, dead trees, gravel, soil and even water mist.

Everything was sucked into it, and then, in the wind like a blade, it was smashed to pieces.

Feeling the huge attraction, Feng Xiaotian's face suddenly changed, and his body approached the tornado uncontrollably.

Even if the wings are flying wildly, it is only temporary, just to contend.

There is not much soul power left in the body, if you don't hold on, I'm afraid it will be smashed into pieces.

Gritting his teeth, he flapped his wings frantically, resisting the force of the gust of wind with difficulty.

"The physical injury has not recovered at all, and the soul power has been consumed too much, and there is no room for explosion. Now I am afraid that I have no ability to break free from this attraction!"

Feng Xiaotian's spirit was unprecedentedly calm. Although he could feel that the other party would not kill him, it didn't mean that he had to give up saving himself.

Using the little soul power left, he activated the first soul skill, and in the palms of his hands, three wind blades spun, forming a wind blade array.

The wind blade rotates downwards, with both hands facing the opposite direction of the tornado's rotation, in order to generate a reaction force at the moment of contact, and fly Feng Xiaotian's bullet into the sky.

Standing in the sky on weekends, looking at the nervous Feng Xiaotian, he keenly sensed his heart beating faster and faster.

With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and the tornado began to clenched his fists, slowly calming down the power of the tornado.

Feng Xiaotian on the other side also instantly sensed this change, and breathed a sigh of relief, but his frantically beating heart couldn't stop immediately.

Gradually the tornado converges, and finally subsides slowly, leaving behind a small pocket of powder.

"boom!"

A voice sounded, Zhou weekend looked over, and it was Feng Xiaotian lying on the ground, completely powerless.

The weekend also fell slowly, and walked towards Feng Xiaotian who was lying on the ground, it's time to work!
(End of this chapter)