The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 8
"AttackRide Slash!"

"Zhu Zhuqing, take Ning Rongrong away from here." Wang Xiaoming said to Zhu Zhuqing who was rushing to him.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the sword with destructive power brewing in Wang Xiaoming's hand, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and quickly left the scene with Ning Rongrong.

Zhao Wou-ki turned around to stop them, but suddenly there was a sense of crisis behind him.

Wang Xiaoming swung his sword at this time, and the destructive sword energy from the sword flew towards Zhao Wuji in the shape of a crescent moon.

Zhao Wou-ki subconsciously crossed his arms to defend.

When the sword energy hit Zao Wou-ki's body, the fierce collision caused a sudden explosion between them, setting off a cloud of gray smoke full of dust.

"Hey, it's really a fucking 80-year-old mother who collapsed and gave birth to a child. It seems that I have to play with you."

The smoke dissipated quickly, Zhao Wou-ki's body was covered with dust, with thick brown hair growing out, he was over [-] meters tall, and seven shining soul rings danced around his body.

It is the best soul ring match of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black and black.

"Xiaobai, why are you laughing, come to me for a practical class tomorrow." Zhao Wuji's perception is so keen, even if he doesn't see it, he can judge a person's state through a small voice.

Dai Mubai, who was laughing at Zao Wou-ki in disgrace, lay down on the gun for no reason.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were serious, the attack just now only made Zhao Wuji activate the martial soul possession, could it be that the body of the soul saint is really so terrible.

Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly froze, he touched his abdomen, pressed it lightly, then raised his hand.

As long as the people present are not blind, they can see the blood on Zao Wou-ki's hand that is incompatible with the surroundings.

"That's right, you can actually cut me open, it's worthy of praise, but don't be too happy." Zhao Wou-ki lifted the clothes on his abdomen.

There was a very conspicuous scratch on the angular muscle mass, which was cut open by Wang Xiaoming, but after a while, under the eyes of everyone, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a shallow white mark , proving that it was once injured here.

"What? This recovery ability!" Wang Xiaoming said in surprise, it was the second time he felt that the enemy was so difficult.

But what Wang Xiaoming lacked most was a solution.

"Attack Ride Illusion!"

Wang Xiaoming was divided into six imperial knights, and when he raised his hand, the cartridge was converted into gun mode.

"Since one attack is useless, let's do a few more!" Wang Xiaoming quickly pulled out the card, threw it in at will, and pushed violently.

At this time, Zhao Wuji also vaguely knew that Wang Xiaoming's ability was activated with this kind of card, so he rushed towards a clone.

As a result, it went straight through.

"Attack Ride Blast! (Attack Ride Blast)"

Six Wang Xiaomings shot at Zhao Wou-ki at the same time, because the distance was very close, almost every bullet hit Zhao Wou-ki's body.

Zhao Wou-ki was not to be outdone, the yellow soul ring on his body lit up, and at the same time a strong golden light erupted instantly, although he couldn't bounce back all of Wang Xiaoming's attacks, he repelled Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming instantly changed back to one, but instead of being anxious or angry, Wang Xiaoming had a smile on his face.

"You really deserve to be the Fudo King Zhao Wuji." Wang Xiaoming first praised, and then turned his head in Zhao Wuji's strange eyes.

"However, this is not my stage alone."

Immediately, several blue vines drilled out from the ground and wrapped around Zhao Wuji's body, and the others also attacked Zhao Wuji one after another.

"Hmph, the third soul skill, increased gravity!" All of a sudden, the bodies of several people suddenly became heavy, and their feet seemed to be stuck in the mud.

"The first soul skill, Fudoming King Body..." Zhao Wuji became angry from embarrassment, and wanted to release Fudoming King Body again, and knock them into the air just like Wang Xiaoming.

Several dimensional walls unfolded around Zhao Wuji, Zhu Zhuqing and others within three meters were transported to a safe area.

So Zhao Wuji's first soul ability just destroyed Tang San's vines.

Zhao Wuji also realized at this time, as long as he doesn't defeat this annoying Wang Xiaoming, it is impossible for him to hit anyone.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wou-ki faced Wang Xiaoming, the gravity deepened again, but Wang Xiaoming still stood unyielding.

Wang Xiaoming also understood Zao Wou-ki's intentions, and pulled out the control card of Kamen Rider Yajituo with a low hand.

"To deal with you, it's better to use this."

"Kamen Ride! Agit Ω!"

A burst of white light flickered, and Wang Xiaoming's imperial cavalry armor had been transformed into a khaki Yajituo as a whole, giving people a heavy feeling.

"Oh, changing form? Interesting, this old ghost Flanders must be excited." Zhao Wou-ki praised, then jumped up and fell towards Wang Xiaoming.

"The second soul skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm!" Zhao Wuji growled, completely approving Wang Xiaoming, treating a person seriously is respect for him.

But Wang Xiaoming doesn't want his respect now.

Facing such a powerful force, Wang Xiaoming's nerves were frantic and he had a conflict of escape.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly sensed something, and with a thought, a black shadow flashed by at a high speed, and Wang Xiaoming's figure disappeared immediately.

Zhao Wou-ki's palm was obviously missed.

When everyone came back to their senses, Wang Xiaoming was already stepping on the head of a floating aircraft, looking very domineering.

"Introduce me, the mechanical tornado, my mount." Wang Xiaoming spread his hands to Zhao Wuji, saying that the empty palm had nothing to do with him.

"Hmph, I'm really bored." Zhao Wuji rubbed his nose and said carefully.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the incense on the ground, it was almost burnt, but Zhao Wou-ki still had a relaxed look on his face, maybe he forgot.

Wang Xiaoming decided to take advantage of the present and give Zhao Wou-ki a special package.

"Final Attack Ride Agito!"

The mechanical tornado carried Wang Xiaoming and flew around Zhao Wou-ki at a very high speed, and then attacked towards Zhao Wou-ki, and the speed was very fast.

At the same time, there was a sound behind him.

"The Seven Treasures are famous, and one is called: Strength."

"The first soul skill, Coil!"

"Second Soul Skill, Charm!"

"The second soul skill, Nether Hundred Claws!"

……

Tang San and the others also used their spirit skills one after another. Although the effect of controlling the skills was not good, they were better because of the large number, they actually controlled Zhao Wuji for a while.

"Ha!" Wang Xiaoming jumped up, aimed at Zhao Wuji, and at the same time the Yajituo pattern appeared under his feet, he rushed towards Zhao Wuji.

Explosive flames wrapped around Wang Xiaoming's legs. This is the gathering of Wang Xiaoming's powerful power, and it belongs to the common power of Yajituo and Diqi!

Both Wang Xiaoming and the mechanical tornado hit Zao Wou-ki's upper body.

The powerful reverse thrust made Wang Xiaoming almost unsteady, and the mechanical tornado fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Wou-ki's head glowed, and then exploded on the spot, and a cloud of smoke enveloped the surroundings.

A bright smile appeared on Wang Xiaoming's face, but Zhao Wou-ki's figure slowly walked out of the smoke.

"Very good, it seems to be powerful, young and full of flavor..." Zao Wou-ki appeared with a bruised nose and face covered in blood, as if the power of light energy generated by Yajituo's knight kick can flow, so it can hurt the enemy's whole body up and down.

Zhao Wuji, who had pulled his wound, was furious, the fifth soul ability lighted up slightly, and he was about to teach Wang Xiaoming a lesson.

"Mr. Zhao, the incense is gone."

(End of this chapter)