Douluo's Infinite Master

Chapter 12 Devour
Chapter 12
(One thing, the impact of the epidemic may have a little impact recently, and the update is not easy to guarantee.)
(I'm so sorry about that. Sorry everyone.)
(I will reply and update as soon as possible, this is also a draft in advance)

(There are too many things going on recently, it may take some time, it won't be too long, up to ten days, I promise)
(One last word, I'm very sorry)

Chen Mo suddenly appeared in the middle, he stretched out his hand lightly, and took the sure blow.

Xiao Wu was a little excited to see Chen Mo suddenly appearing in front of her eyes, and called out happily, "Xiao Mo."

Chen Mo was a little helpless, Xiao Wu's "Xiao Mo" made his appearance abruptly drop a few notches.

Look at Wang Sheng, Sister Xiaowu, Sister Xiaowu, how nice and friendly they are.

It's not like you, that little silence directly destroyed the carefully created atmosphere.

He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped Xiao Wu's forehead, with a helpless expression on his face, he said, "I've said it, how many times, I want to call you brother. I want to call you brother."

"Slightly slightly slightly. Don't bark, don't bark." Xiao Wu made a cute face and said.

The person who was ignored by the side, he saw Xiao Wu and Chen Mo playing and fighting there.

It seemed that he had been completely ignored, which made him furious.

He waved the Wuhun stick in his hand, the spirit power surged in his hand, he swung vigorously towards the person in front of him, and hit Chen Mo fiercely.

Hearing the sound of the wind beside his ears, Chen Mo couldn't help but sneered, he stretched out his hand and pulled it out from behind, his martial spirit, sword, went towards the martial spirit, long stick, to meet it.

The two Wuhuns collided violently in the air, only a crisp sound was heard.

A section of the long stick Wuhun was cut off.

The man couldn't help but his face changed drastically, this was his martial soul, not an ordinary stick, but a martial soul.

He looked at the long stick in his hand that gradually dissipated, and felt the shattered martial soul in his body. He suddenly couldn't feel his own martial soul, so his face changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, "You, you are so vicious."

As he spoke, the man fell backwards and collapsed to the side.

"Brother!" The boy named Feng Yan couldn't help shouting nervously.

After all, that is my own brother, his name is Feng Yan, but his surname is Liu, Liu Fengyan is his name.

He quickly ran to the man's side and helped him up, and asked nervously, "Brother, brother, are you alright?"

"He, he crippled my martial soul." He felt the disappearing martial soul in his body, and the soul power that was scurrying around, and said in pain.

Liu Fengyan's face suddenly changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "What! The martial soul has been abolished. This."

"This, how is it possible." The wild dog also said with some fear. Not only was he a little scared, but even the faces of the nobles behind them changed.

"Liu Long, you said that your martial soul was crippled, what's going on?" Luo Sha said somewhat in disbelief.

You know, that's Wuhun, Wuhun.

Liu Long breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down the rioting soul power in his body. His eyes could not help showing a trace of despair, "I only feel the disturbance of the soul power in my body, but I, I can't feel my soul power at all. Wuhun."

Everyone's expressions couldn't help but change drastically again. You must know that everyone is born with a Martial Soul, which is indelible.

It is also impossible to be destroyed, but I have never heard of a martial soul that has been crippled. You must know that it is impossible.

I only know that some strong people can use some special skills to seal it.

But it is impossible to make him disappear.

Even if your martial soul is broken or smashed to pieces, at most you will be backlashed by the broken martial soul, and you can rest for ten days and a half months at most.

How could it possibly disappear?

Chen Mo is also a little strange, he just broke up his martial soul, and did not do other things, how could his martial soul disappear.

Could it be that Chen Mo seemed to have thought of something, he looked down at the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that it became a little strange.

Since the last time he fought against those two big men, he felt that there was a little more soul power in his body, but he didn't care.

It's just that when fighting, the soul power grows faster, and he didn't even think about the wailing of the big man at that time, it was just the illusion that he had because of the separation of his arms.

But this time, Chen Mo once again felt that the soul power in his body was not only a bit more, but also had a bit of windy soul power.

Wind attribute soul power?Chen Mo frowned. He mobilized the soul power of the wind attribute, trying to use it. That trace of soul power seemed very strange, and he didn't listen to it at all.

Tang San looked at what happened in front of him in some confusion. In his impression, you could be deprived of martial arts, limbs, and even martial soul.

But the martial spirit was abolished, how could this be possible.

The eyes of the master at the side flickered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he stared at the sword in Chen Mo's hand, and muttered softly, "This sword is extraordinary."

It was so light that even Tang San, who had excellent hearing, couldn't hear it.

"What! He is so vicious! I, I want to avenge you." Feng Yan looked angry, his voice became gloomy, and he put Liulong in his arms flat on the ground.

He clenched his hands a little bit, and there seemed to be a little chill around the Wuhun stick in his hand.

Although Chen Mo was a little sorry, he didn't have the heart of a bodhisattva, the heart of a saint, or the mentality.

In this world where the weak prey on the strong, any kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and he knows better than anyone else.

Feng Yan stood up abruptly, the Wuhun stick was waving in his hand, even the air around him seemed much colder.

He fixed his eyes on Chen Mo, gritted his teeth and said, "Drink!"

He waved the long stick in his hand and swept towards Chen Mo.

Chen Mo gently pushed Xiao Wu away, and swung the blade in his hand. In order not to cause the previous accidental injury, he blocked the series of attacks with the blade of the sword.

Seeing that the three sticks in a row didn't work, Liu Fengyan stabbed a few more times, but they were all blocked by Chen Mo's sword.

"Ah! Ah!" Liu Fengyan was blinded by anger, seeing that those moves had no effect, he couldn't help but screamed a few times, and swung the long stick in his hand more and more quickly.

"Stop, or don't blame me for fighting back." Chen Mo took a step back and gave a warning.

That's right, Chen Mo has been in a state of passive defense since the beginning, and has never taken the initiative to attack.

Obviously, the young man who was blinded by anger could not listen to Chen Mo's warning at all. He raised the long stick above his head, "Stick, hit hard."

This is not a soul skill, but simply the use of the martial soul. He gathered his strength at one end and threw it at Chen Mo with all his strength.

Chen Mo couldn't help but snorted coldly, dodged to the side, and dodged the stick.

Before the stick could be put away, he stepped on the stick and swung the sword in his hand across Liu Fengyan's arms.

I saw Liu Fengyan's arms were bleeding, and the Wuhun stick in his hand was also let go.

Liu Fengyan's face suddenly changed drastically. The long stick that came out of his hand disappeared just like that. His arms were injured and bleeding, and he gritted his teeth in pain. He glared at Chen Mo and said in disbelief, "You .you.."

But without saying anything, he passed out.

Chen Mo felt a trace of soul power in his body suddenly, it was a soul power with a hint of chill.

"Ice attribute! But I didn't break his martial soul." Chen Mo lowered his head and thought to himself, he probably understood that he knew that his martial soul was strengthened, but he didn't know what the conditions were.

But now he knows what the conditions for strengthening the martial soul are.

I didn't expect to devour other people's martial souls to strengthen myself. This is so vicious that Chen Mo himself is a little bit displeased.

Chen Mo looked at the unconscious Liu Fengyan with a strange expression.

Suddenly he felt a gust of wind coming from his ears, he moved his feet and dodged to the side.

He looked up at the source of the attack and looked over.

I saw that the nobleman named Luosha appeared with the martial spirit in his hand, which looked like a magic wand, and a yellow spirit ring appeared beside him.

"The first soul skill, wind blade."

The light yellow soul ring flickered for a moment, and it was put on the top of the magic wand, and then an invisible wind blade appeared. Luosha said coldly, "This is my martial spirit, the elemental wand, my magic wand. The first soul ring is the century-old soul beast Qingfenglang, the soul skill he brought, the wind blade, is the century-old soul ring soul skill, I'll see how you take it."

Chen Mo looked at the wind blade that was coming towards him, snorted coldly, swung the sword in his hand, and picked it.

Ding, the wind blade hit the blade, and after making a crisp sound, it dissipated in mid-air.

　Goldfinger, that is, Goldfinger, must be the most powerful one. Boys, don't think the protagonist is useless, but don't forget that the protagonist is now six years old and has a soul power of level 29.double ring.

　　One last word, come on, let's encourage each other, the epidemic is not terrible, first of all, don't panic yourself.

　　Look at all the bad ones.

　　uncomfortable (T^T)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)