Douluo: Beiming Douluo

Chapter 39 Subtle Tactics

Jiang Luoran dissipated his martial soul, he didn't expect to defeat Zhao Wuji with one blow, this is unrealistic, "The second soul skill is like a shadow!"

The two Jiang Luoran rushed towards Zhao Wuji's front and back respectively, and punched at the same time.

"Hmph! Will you hide behind me?" Zhao Wuji searched for his soul power, thinking that the person behind him was the real Jiang Luoran, he didn't dare to hesitate, and slapped him.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Luoran behind him turned into purple smoke and disappeared, which was obviously a fake.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't believe it, it was impossible for him not to detect where the other party's real body was, "Impossible, what's going on?"

ghost?

Still my brain is not working!

Jiang Luoran turned his fists into palms, "That's right, I was indeed behind you just now.

But what if a person's speed can be fast enough to switch back and forth in a second?
The third soul skill, Blood Demon Prison! "

The black soul ring is shining, blooming with terrifying coercion!

"You mean! Your speed can be as fast as one of my moves?" Zao Wou-ki's pupils dilated.A large sheet of blood fiend vines covered him, blocking all the light.

What kind of speed can wander between one's own moves.Isn't he afraid of making mistakes and being killed?
"...Bang bang bang!"

Then, ruthless palm prints slapped on him.

Jiang Luoran will not give up his most important point, which is speed.

He only attacks one point now, that is Zao Wou-ki's abdomen.

Moreover, it was transformed from a chaotic cloak, and the power of the cloak palm can be said to be the strongest so far!

Hundreds of palms shot out through the wind, and the strong wind exploded, directly smashing Zhao Wuji's body shield and killing his body.

"The group control skill of the ten thousand year spirit ring is so powerful?" Dai Mubai never expected that this small vine, which looks extremely gaudy, has the effect of being able to fasten Teacher Zhao's whole body.

Tang San and Xiao Wu naturally knew that Jiang Luoran had a third spirit ring, and it was ten thousand years old, but they had never seen him release it.

This man is too low-key!In fact, Tang San asked himself, he was a little too low-key.

In this blood demon prison, there is a swamp-like gloomy feeling, and there is also a kind of suction that wants to take away the body of the person.

Swampy suction?

Zhao Wou-ki finally understood all of this. From the very beginning, Jiang Luoran was trying to lure him into the game.

This third soul ability was not the last to be used at all, but had already been released at the very beginning.

Well, since everything is reasonable, the end point is probably the last minefield!

"—Fudoming King Body, Vigorous Vajra Palm, Gravity Squeeze!" If Zhao Wuji didn't fight back now, when would he wait.

The hill-like blood fiend vines turned into layers of purple smoke and quickly drifted away. The ground collapsed inch by inch, and trees, walls and tiles flew and crashed.

Hundreds of golden lights radiate from inside, trying to explode this place!
Soul power and air are climbing inch by inch.

Jiang Luoran slapped Zhao Wuji's abdomen for the last time, and quickly backed up with a backflip, his body stayed in the air, "The second soul skill follows you like a shadow."

The old tree root soul beast got out from the ground and hit Zhao Wuji's crotch.

"Buzz!"

The roots of the old tree gushed out like ascites, interrupted Zhao Wou-ki's three soul skills, coiled them tightly, and pushed them high into the sky.

"Isn't his second soul ability just a clone?" Ning Rongrong became more and more confused.

"This is a duplicating spirit ring," Dai Mubai was well-informed, "This kind of spirit ring is rare!
Moreover, the effect of this soul ring will be even better when combined with the career of Shangluo. "

"What's going on?" Zao Wou-ki felt a little weak in his body, as if being emptied.Otherwise, this old tree root alone would not be enough to shake him.

It's also my fault that Zhao Wuji didn't release his soul power in advance, otherwise he wouldn't be too late to use his soul power to resist.

"I said before that the Blood Fiend Prison is just a group control skill?" Jiang Luoran fell from the air, and a roll teleported to the old tree root, "The Blood Fiend Prison can not only trigger the control effect, but also affect a person's physique.

The mood, the desire to fight, the fall of desire, can also extract the physical strength of the prisoner.

Although there are not many, the victory lies in the ingenious cooperation. "

"I am Fudo Ming Wang, there is nothing that can confuse me," Zhao Wou-ki was puzzled.

"I naturally know that you will not be eroded by darkness.

So, I used all the effects to absorb your physical strength," Jiang Luoran climbed up the old tree roots, the corner of his mouth lightly raised, "The incense is about to burn out! "

These words shocked everyone even more. Can his third soul ring be able to adjust attributes for different people?

This is equivalent to a living soul skill!
"boom"

Jiang Luoran punched Zhao Wou-ki in the face, Zhao Wou-ki couldn't dodge it in time, he was punched in the middle of his right eye, and his face immediately turned red.

How could Jiang Luoran give up on such a great opportunity? With his waist leading his shoulders, he punched the opponent again, still hitting the opponent's right eye.

"Too much," Zao Wou-ki forcibly mobilized his power, and his soul power turned into a golden vortex, spreading around him, and the roots of the old tree were smashed inch by inch.

Jiang Luoran caught Zao Wou-ki's lower body with both hands, kicked his right foot towards Zhao Wou-ki's left knee, and pressed down hard, pinning his elbow on the opponent's neck.

No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot change the sensitive organs of the body.

Zhao Wou-ki's knee went numb, and his center of gravity became unbalanced again.Jiang Luoran achieved his goal, and brought Zhao Wuji into the ground, the broken stones flew across, the earth collapsed and the ground cracked, and a three-meter-large cracked pit appeared in front of everyone.

There was a sound of punches hitting the flesh in the dust, and Jiang Luoran was riding on Zhao Wuji's body, swinging his fists like iron hammers.

Zhao Wuji was dazed for a moment, his face was blue and purple, "Enough, enough!"

Zao Wou-ki was already careless from the beginning, he would suffer a loss if he didn't use his soul power and was tricked by Jiang Luoran.

Even if Zhao Wuji only activated his soul power but not his soul skills, he wouldn't be beaten like this.

Jiang Luoran also planned to touch the dirt and paste it in his mouth.Since Zao Wou-ki said forget it, he didn't want to provoke the opponent, so he quickly turned around and retreated.

Shame!
This time it was really embarrassing!

Moreover, all the teachers and students watched.

"Oscar, come quickly," Dai Mubai used his soul power to transmit the sound.

After a while, a man with gray hair and a bushy beard appeared. He held two grilled sausages and showed a listless look in his eyes, "What's the matter, Boss Dai?"

When he saw so many beauties, he regained his energy instantly, and then saw the unbearable Zao Wou-Ki, "Who are you? Why are you in our academy?"

Zhao Wou-ki showed fierce eyes, "Come to the actual combat class tomorrow!"

No matter how stupid Oscar is, he will know who this is, "Mr. Zhao, I'm an auxiliary soul master, and I don't need actual combat."

"The control department can fight the assault department soul master, but can't the auxiliary department?" Zhao Wuji snatched the sausage from Oscar's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, "Don't be late."

"Ah!? What the hell is this?" Oscar saw Zhao Wou-ki walking away, and looked at Dai Mubai bitterly, "Why is Mr. Zhao so ignorant? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You won't be able to attend the practical class tomorrow." Jiang Luoran ate Oscar's sausage, then looked at Zhao Wuji's back, "Mr. Zhao, no matter who calls you, don't go out tonight!"

Zhao Wou-ki walked very gracefully, with a contemptuous expression on his lips.

"Why are they all so strange?" Oscar didn't plan to delve into it.

The only one who can understand a madman is a madman!
(End of this chapter)