Douluo's full-time God of War

Chapter 58

Countless silk threads rushed out from the ground and instantly entangled Zhao Wou-ki's body. Although Zhao Wou-ki could not be controlled for a long time, it was enough for Ling Feng to be able to control even five seconds.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was stunned, he didn't expect Ling Feng to have so many skills.

boom!
Suddenly, Zhao Wou-ki exerted force suddenly, and the silk thread wrapped around his body was instantly shattered.

After being sniped twice by Ling Feng, Zhao Wuji had already learned his lesson. He found that Ling Feng would shift his position every time he attacked, so he decisively raised four soul rings.

What the hell!

Only three seconds?

Ling Feng vomited blood, at least it was a soul skill activated by the thousand-year soul ring. Although it was a subsidiary soul skill, it was too nonsense. If Zhao Wuji hadn't been stunned for a while, let alone three seconds, he might have been entangled by the soul right away. It shook.

Zao Wou-ki's figure flicked, and he flew directly in front of Ling Feng, and it only took a second.

When he landed and turned around, he just slapped him with one palm, without giving Ling Feng a chance at all.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit his face, Ling Feng raised his left hand suddenly, combined his index and middle fingers, and punched straight out.

Zhao Wuji's heart shuddered, under the condition of my increased gravity, how could I still react?
But why would you attack with two fingers?
What about fists?
Where's your fist?
Surprised for a moment, Zhao Wou-ki smiled slightly, thinking it was futile, but suddenly his expression changed, because Ling Feng's second finger just now was not an ordinary second finger, but the first subsidiary soul skill.

Two-finger god!

Concentrating the attack power at the fingertips, the power is extremely violent.

The speed of Ling Feng's hand is not only not slow, but even extremely fast. When Erzhishen took out his hand, it almost touched Zhao Wuji's palm, and Zhao Wuji's palm was not an ordinary chapter, but the second soul. Skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm.

In a daze, Zao Wou-ki's gaze was concentrated, what he seemed to see was not two tiny index fingers, but a sword heart that could destroy everything, even if he found something was wrong and wanted to exert force quickly, it was too late.

puff!
The palm and two fingers collided, and a muffled sound erupted. A force accompanied by blood shot out from Zao Wou-ki's palm through the back of his hand, and then directly cut off a hair in the middle of Zao Wou-ki. The ground under their feet was sunken and cracked. Spread out around the crack.

The moment the forces collided, Ling Feng's left arm stretched straight, while Zhao Wuji's palm was dripping with blood, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The two of them didn't fly out backwards. If their fists collided, they would definitely die.

At the moment they met just now, Zhao Wuji only felt a concentrated power continuously drill into his palm, crazily attacking and directly defeating his power, this power is more terrifying than a forty-level strong attack The soul sect is even more ferocious.

Or maybe even above the Soul Sect, you must know that if a force is spread flat, it may not be that powerful, but if it can be concentrated a little, even a small force is enough to destroy everything.

It's like dripping water through a stone, that's the truth.

Zhao Wou-ki quickly tore his clothes and wrapped them around his palms, his arms trembled involuntarily, he couldn't control it at all.

But he must not lose.

"Little devil, come again."

While talking, Zao Wou-ki clenched his fists this time and blasted towards Ling Feng directly.

Grass!
There is no end.

Ling Feng was speechless, but he had to take this punch because he couldn't dodge it.

The red light in both eyes bloomed, it was indeed the power of blood fusion.

boom! !

The sandbag-sized fist collided with the seven-year-old's fist in the blink of an eye, and a muffled sound erupted. A force was disturbed by stones like a still lake and spread out with ripples. The power was greater than the previous blow, and a crack spread to 40 meters away.

The handcloth that Zhao Wuji had just tied fell to pieces, his right arm went numb for a while, it flew backwards and smashed a thatched hut with a bang.

A huge hole appeared in the roof of the house and sawdust flew.

Zao Wou-ki was lying on the stove, his head was covered with sawdust, and he was holding a piece of thatch in his mouth.

He didn't have time to pay attention to these things now, but instead looked in a daze between life and death, with a dull expression on his face.

This fucking is only seven years old?
Zhao Wuji was terrified in his heart, the strength of Ling Feng just now, the combat value has reached at least level [-] soul king, even more explosive than the damage of the soul king.

Although I didn't use my full strength, the kid with the big ball was only seven years old, and I also used my soul skills, whether it was that finger or the punch just now, it was simply terrifying.

puff!
Suddenly, Ling Feng knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

When Zao Wou-ki punched just now, he found that there seemed to be a force in his body gushing out like a volcanic eruption, gathering in the fist, and the whole person seemed to have lost consciousness.

However, after taking a short rest, Ling Feng found that the strength of his body seemed to have increased. He slowly clenched his fists, the manifestation of strength was very obvious, and the damage to his body was also slowly repairing itself.

Zhao Wuji walked out slowly from the dilapidated thatched hut, shook off the debris on his body, and said: "Little ghost, it seems that I underestimated you, the time is not over yet, let's come again!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists, stood up, and glanced at the slowly burning incense beside him. At this time, only 10 minutes had passed, which meant that he still had to resist Zhao Wuji's attack for at least 10 minutes.

"It's time for a cigarette."

Ling Feng took out a cigarette and gently put it in his mouth. Facing the strong pressure, he had to relax his tense nerves immediately.

From the fight with Zhao Wuji just now, he found that Zhao Wuji is actually not that scary.

Looking at the calm and composed Ling Feng, Zhao Wou-ki frowned. Is this really the kind of mind a seven-year-old child should have?It was completely like an opponent of his own age. Unknowingly, he felt an invisible pressure.

Following a puff of smoke, Ling Feng clenched his fists suddenly, and the second soul ring on his body lit up.

"Roar!"

During the roar, Ling Feng's figure jumped, and as his body flew up, the God of War feathers burst into bloom, and blue light radiated from his back.

A pair of huge wings supported Ling Feng in the air. After the blue light became lighter, the dark blue wings began to change into light ice blue, which looked crystal clear.
"Teacher, please accept the move." Ling Feng said lightly.

"False!"

Ling Feng's God of War feather suddenly raised and stretched backwards, a ray of light burst out instantly, enveloping Zhao Wou-ki in it.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't dare to be careless, at the moment of being attacked by Ling Feng's illusory skill, he exploded instantly, this time he released all the strength of the first soul skill, and no longer held back.

I saw that there seemed to be a golden barrier around Zhao Wuji's body, blocking the attack of Ling Feng's illusory skills.

Ling Feng had already expected this. After all, he was a level 74 soul sage. After exerting all his strength, it was really different, and his defense power increased significantly.

Ling Feng's eyes glowed red again, "The second subsidiary soul skill, Frozen."

Ling Feng clenched his fist and fell from the sky.

　In the future, I will not be cheeky and ask you to vote for recommendation.tired……

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　　Good night! !
　　


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