Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 299 The True Form of the Martial Soul Avatar

Mo Wentian seemed to see Xiao Wu's soul.

This is impossible... Mo Wentian thought so in his heart, but he really saw it.

"Xiao Wu, why?"

Xiao Wu smiled slightly at Mo Wentian, but did not reply.

"Xiao Wu, is it worth it for you to do this?"

Mo Wentian asked again, this time, Xiao Wu finally spoke.

Xiao Wu smiled sweetly and said: "Brother, it's nothing, it has to be measured with a scale. There is no reason, whether it's worth it or not. If you always care about everything like this, you won't be able to find a girlfriend. "

Mo Wentian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Xiaowu...sister, you know, that's not what I meant."

Xiao Wu blinked her eyes, and said mischievously and cutely: "No way, no way. Brother, I regard you as my brother, but you want to marry me? No way, can it be true? Could it be true? Is it? But, I'm sorry, my little sister can only say sorry."

Mo Wentian quickly said, "No, no, no. Little sister, you didn't feel sorry for me, it was I who was sorry for you. It was brother who was sorry for you, it was I who was sorry for you!!!"

Mo Wentian expressed his emotions like a roar, bursting into tears, with a ferocious look, and said to Xiao Wu weeping bitterly.

Xiao Wu leaned over, rubbed Mo Wentian's head, and said softly, "Brother, can you promise me something?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously, and said, "Okay. Don't say one thing, even if it is ten things, I will promise you. But you have to promise me one thing, don't leave—"

Xiao Wu smiled and said: "Brother, from now on, don't cry for others, I don't want to see you like this."

"Okay, I promise you!"

Mo Wentian hastily wiped away his tears, he didn't even realize that his hands were healed and could move freely, so he promised Xiao Wu quickly, but Xiao Wu's figure gradually disappeared and disappeared into his body.

"Do not!!!"

"Little Dance!!!"

"You said you wouldn't leave me, you said you wouldn't leave me—"

Emperor Jinshu looked at Mo Wentian in front of him, wondering what was wrong with him.

but.

With Mo Wentian recovering from his injuries and Xiao Wu's disappearance just now, Emperor Jinshu more or less guessed something.

Mo Wentian robbed his things again.

Emperor Jinshu thought so.Thinking about it this way, Emperor Jinshu became angry, he managed to kill Xiao Wu with great difficulty, and ended up taking advantage of others, which was not a good feeling.

but.

Emperor Jinshu glanced at Mo Wentian again.

Only by killing him, isn't what he owns his own?
Even Xiao Wu's soul bone would become his own.

Thinking about it this way, the difference is actually not that big. If you grab it yourself, it may not be as good as this.

The current result does not seem to be bad, and it has no effect on myself.It can even be said that the current results are better.

However, from Mo Wentian's point of view, it is not good at all, if there is any if, he does not want Xiao Wu to have such an ending.

Mo Wentian stood up slowly, and his emotions recovered a lot, or he was depressed, but what he wanted to do more now was not to cry loudly, but to kill Emperor Jinshu.

When Mo Wentian stood up, his whole body also changed, the black soul power gradually dissipated, and even the black wing hairs formed by the martial soul avatar turned into black starlight and disappeared.The whole person seemed to be purified, the process was very fast, so fast that Emperor Jinshu broke his defenses, what is going on here.

As the blackness of Mo Wentian's clothes disappeared, he seemed to return to the original white. The pure white robe gave people the feeling of being as graceful as a fairy.This is a completely different sense of déjà vu, which makes people wonder whether it is an illusion.

However, Emperor Jinshu knew that this was not an illusion, it was a real change, Mo Wentian's power had changed, even the attack...

"Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo..."

Thousands of swords came out together, like a bright moon behind Mo Wentian, this is a bright moon formed by swords in an instant, the exact number of swords cannot be counted.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Emperor Jinshu murmured, he felt that Mo Wentian was just pretending, wasn't it just a simple one or two soul skills, he would also do it!

"Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo..."

Emperor Jinshu used the same trick, using one or two soul skills like this is actually not difficult at all.

In order to prevent Mo Wentian from loading the pen, Emperor Jin Shu took a step faster than Mo Wentian, and the formation time of the two sword wheels was about one second apart.

However, Emperor Jinshu's Yujian attack was one step ahead of Mo Wentian, because he started the attack after setting up the sword wheel.

The scattered swords of the sword wheel, nearly a thousand swords were killed towards Mo Wentian, and new swords appeared again from the sword wheel, which seemed to be inexhaustible.

This way... even more pens!
At this moment, Emperor Jinshu still thought that he had to be more aggressive than Mo Wentian. After all, he was pre-emptive, so the index of this ability cannot be lowered.

But Mo Wentian didn't even take a second look, and the sword behind him also flew out, but it was flying together, and he didn't put his pen on like Jinshu Great Emperor.

In terms of number, they are twice as many as Emperor Jinshu, and the sky is full of flying swords of Mo Wentian and Emperor Jinshu, but...

Following the collision of the flying swords, after a clanging sound, Emperor Jin Shu's flying swords were all knocked down.

Looking at it like this, he naturally couldn't feel whose flying sword it was, but Emperor Jinshu clearly felt that he had lost contact with these flying swords.

"How is it possible?" Emperor Jin Shu panicked a little, and he also sacrificed all his sword wheels, but Mo Wentian's sword had already changed its shape, and it kept condensing together.

In a blink of an eye, these swords all formed a giant sword, and no matter how Emperor Jinshu's flying sword attacked, there was no way to destroy its structure.

"The eighth soul skill—"

Accompanied by Mo Wentian's voice, a red soul ring circled up and attached to Mo Wentian's body.With the addition of the soul ring, this giant sword exudes white light, like a fairy sword.

"All swords are united!"

Then, after Mo Wentian's words fell, the sword slashed towards Emperor Jinshu, and the simple and direct cut completely suppressed Emperor Jinshu's flying sword.

"No, it's impossible—"

Emperor Jinshu tried to copy Mo Wentian's shadow, his martial soul was the shadow, but...

Mo Wentian's soul skill is like daylight, illuminating all corners without even a shadow. He can't even copy Mo Wentian's shadow, because the strong daylight makes him unable to see the shadow .

"It's over, it's over."

Seeing the giant sword fall, Emperor Jinshu muttered and gave up resisting.

Facing this day-like sword, Emperor Jinshu couldn't move. The coercion of the 10-year-old martial spirit was not something he could resist.

What's more, Emperor Jinshu didn't have any countermeasures. At this moment, his Martial Soul was just a decoration, and it didn't have any effect, let alone copy it.

Is the shadow destined to be someone else's shadow?
Could it be...is this fate? !
(End of this chapter)