Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 145 The Martial Soul Is Myself

"Ask God!!!"

Tang San accidentally yelled out.

"Little San, ask the sky what's wrong?"

Tang San was taken aback when he heard the words, he shouldn't have shouted, making Ning Rongrong also worried.

"It's okay." Tang San replied lightly.

"Come on, you are lying, you are deceiving people." Ning Rongrong suddenly decided.

Tang San was a little speechless.

He said: "Wentian was knocked down by the black giant, but he was not injured, the black giant..."

at the same time.

When Tang San described the process.

The black giant jumped down from above.

"boom--"

The knee that fell like a shooting star gave Mo Wentian a heavy blow.

After Tang San finished saying that Mo Wentian was not injured, he was slapped in the face.

but.

This time he didn't call out.

Simply stated that the battle between Mo Wentian and the black giant was a tie.

Actually, it's not.

After landing, Mo Wentian was teased continuously by the black giant.

"Gollum."

Mo Wentian once again took the sugar pill and recovered.

but.

next second.

boom!boom!boom!
The attack of the black giant came.

Once, again, and again, they kept attacking Mo Wentian.

"Little San, you didn't lie to me?" Ning Rongrong couldn't believe it, judging from the voice, it didn't seem like a tie.

"Of course not." Tang San gave Ning Rongrong an affirmative answer.

No matter what.

Ning Rongrong didn't believe it.

Not knowing the reason, Ning Rongrong just didn't believe it, always felt that Tang San was lying to herself.

but.

Ning Rongrong couldn't see it.

You can only choose to believe.

Say.

Ning Rongrong would rather believe this answer than another guess.

"Don't worry, Wentian is not that weak."

"Rongrong, don't worry, just take good care of Xiao Wu."

Tang San said lightly, trying his best to control his emotions, he told himself, not to let her worry, let her find out.

Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, wishing he could rush out and swing at the black giant with all his strength.

but.

Tang San knew that the Clear Sky Hammer was useless against the black giant.

Unless there is absolute power to hammer the black giant into a scorpion.

otherwise.

The attack of the Clear Sky Hammer has no effect.

in the battlefield.

Mo Wentian finally got a chance to catch his breath.

"Flame Sword Control Technique, Flame Double Dragon Blood Sword."

Mo Wentian finally used the double dragon blood sword with flames attached.

Flames of red and blue.

Like two poles, attached to the Double Dragon Blood Sword.

Out of a hundred Double Dragon Blood Swords, there are now only thirty Fire Double Dragon Blood Swords left.

Thirty.

It's already his limit.

Don't ask God knows, this kind of control won't last long.

but.

Before the sugar pill is used up, you can still consume it with the black giant.

"go with!"

Mo Wentian commanded thirty flaming double dragon blood swords.

Every flaming double dragon blood sword, every attack, is very sad.

but.

The attacks don't stop.

"Zi!" "Pu!" "Zi!" "Pu!" "Pu..."

"Roar……"

The damage of the flaming double dragon blood sword is higher than that of ordinary double dragon blood sword.

This is the ability after the evolution of Binghuo Liangyiquan, and this flame is naturally not weak.

but.

The black giant's resistance to fighting in this regard is still quite high.

Although Mo Wentian had the upper hand, it was still a bit difficult to deal with the black dragon.

It is conceivable how powerful this evil soul master black giant is.

"Om!" "Om!" "Om!" "Om!"

Two yellow and two purple soul rings rose from the black giant's feet, constantly floating.

"Oops!"

"Almost forgot, this monster is also a soul master!"

Mo Wentian rubbed his forehead, forgetting the most basic point, the black giant is actually a soul master.

"Could it be that he is really an evil soul master?"

Just when Mo Wentian was puzzled, four halos attached to the black giant.

"His martial soul is..."

Mo Wentian and Tang San were puzzled.

but.

The attack of the black giant has come.

His right hand kept growing, and quickly doubled in size.

Just like Haifu Wang Lufei's ability, blowing up his right hand to fight.

Third gear!

That's right.

The black giant used three gears.

"boom!!!"

Mo Wentian was slapped to the ground by a third-handed big hand.

"Boom—" The earth shook and the mountains shook.

"Crack! Crack..." The ground continued to crack, and cracks appeared one after another.

"puff!"

under the palm.

Mo Wentian felt a lot of pressure.

If it weren't for the support of thirty flaming twin dragon blood swords, he would have been crushed by now.

Mo Wentian took Tangdan again.

…………

Wang Yu looked at the black giant in the third gear.

dumbfounded.

Yes, he was dumbfounded.

The black giant's martial spirit is not so strong.

but.

At this moment, it has been strengthened more than three times.

Can the posture of the evil soul master be so powerful?
Could it be that.

Was the experiment a success?

Of course not.

Wang Yu knew in his heart that it was not successful.

Since it didn't work, the experiment was a failure.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Yu was shocked. This was the most successful experiment.

…………

"Little San, what's the matter this time?"

"No……"

Tang San's words stopped abruptly.

Said nothing, even he himself did not believe it.

Tang San let out a breath, and said: "Wentian was suppressed by the opponent's spirit."

"Repression?"

Ning Rongrong raised his head suspiciously, wanting to see what kind of suppression method it was, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

"Yes."

"Wentian was suppressed, the opponent's martial spirit was very weird, it turned into a big hand, suppressing Wentian."

"I can't tell what kind of martial spirit it is, just like his hand..."

When Tang San said this, Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

"What did you say?"

Tang San replied: "I said, it's like his hand... wait, this hand is his martial spirit?!"

Ning Rongrong said: "Very likely, and this is the only explanation."

Tang San was startled.

He nodded and said, "Yes! This is the only possibility."

"However, it is really hard to believe that there will be a martial soul in the rest of the body."

"No, no."

Tang San suddenly called out again.

Ning Rongrong asked angrily: "What's wrong with you?"

Tang San said: "Is it possible that his martial spirit is himself, not just his hand?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and replied: "Very likely. Otherwise, why is he so big and like a giant?"

Tang San nodded, this time, the reason why the black giant is huge also makes sense.

There is only one possibility.

but.

Does a martial soul that regards itself as a martial soul really exist?
the answer is.

presence.

The black giant in front of him is already the best explanation.

No, to be more precise.

He is - evil!soul!division!

"Rongrong, can you take care of yourself and Xiao Wu?"

Tang San's heavy questioning made Ning Rongrong stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

Ning Rongrong solemnly replied: "Yes!"

Tang San's heart was heavy, he knew that Ning Rongrong was trying to be brave, so why not himself.

but.

By now.

Even if you want to be brave, you have to be a hero.

"The fourth soul skill, the Earth-Splitting Hammer Form."

Tang San made a move, his spirit ring opened, attached to the Clear Sky Hammer, and played out the fourth spirit ability.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Even for a second.

Tang San also wants to set up the black giant to let Mo Wentian get out of trouble.

(End of this chapter)