Douluo's Demon Dao Comes

Chapter 57 The Power of Thunder and Fire
Zhao Zhi on the field was already fearful, but if he stepped down in despair now, he might not be able to hold his head up in Lanba Academy for the rest of his life.

"Wan Ben Ma, possessed." A deep voice sounded from his mouth, and he didn't know if he was cheering himself up, but the words were extremely loud anyway.

Two yellow and one purple, three soul rings rose from his feet. Zhao Zhi's upper body was fine, but his legs were as thick as a horse. When he opened his pants, the exposed muscles showed strength.

Alas, I don't know where he bought his underpants?Is it the same as Hulk?
"Heh, what looks good doesn't work." Han Yunting saw his martial soul flaws at a glance.

That's right, Zhao Zhi's martial soul is a mutated martial soul. His parents and grandparents were coachmen for generations, and their martial souls are all horses. I don't know why the martial soul mutated and became aggressive. The soul cannot completely possess the body, only the lower body.

"Thunder Beast, possessed." Han Yunting let out a low growl, and the muscles on his body began to swell violently with the crackling sound, and a phantom that looked like a wolf and a tiger appeared behind him.

After all, it is an agility attack type, so it can't be like the strong attack type, and can only use devious tactics, kicking here and there.

"Roar."

Han Yunting, who was in a bad mood, was completely annoyed. The thousand-year soul ring suddenly lit up, and infinite thunder surged onto the field, lighting up the entire arena brightly.

The third soul skill, Thunder Fury.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Han Yunting's entire figure was shrouded in thunder, just like the god of thunder. He raised his left hand above his head, and the thunder gathered in his hand, forming a shadow of a beast.

When Zhao Zhi saw the power of this move, his eyes narrowed. Although he was afraid in his heart, he still ran with the third soul skill.

A disdainful smile appeared on Han Yunting's face again, and with a wave of his left hand, thousands of thunderbolts formed a giant beast and rushed towards Zhao Zhi.

"what."

Zhao Zhi who was hit screamed and fell off the stage.

Han Yunting also knew what to do. This kind of injury can be repaired for a few months at most, and it didn't cause any fatal injuries.

Gucheng said, "It happens that my hands are itchy too, come on."

With a finger pointing, it was the most lovable one called by the audience just now.

The student who was accused was also a little upset, "Come here." After saying that, he jumped onto the field.

"Have courage." Gucheng walked slowly towards the field. When Han Yunting passed by, the two clapped hands tacitly.

"come on."

"of course."

On the field.

The soul king said again, "I won't say much about the rules of the game. I think you all know it. Now the two sides will introduce themselves first."

"Luo Yizhuang, Level 37 Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: Three Towns Sword, 20 years old! Please advise."

Gucheng is not talking nonsense, with a magnetic voice, a little hoarse, "Gucheng, level 37 assault system war soul master, Wuhun: Tianren Lieyan, 15 years old, please advise."

Everyone has become accustomed to it, and the noisy arena is still noisy.

A bronze sword suddenly appeared in Luo Yizhuang's hand, pointing at the isolated city from a distance, making a provocative look.

Seeing the other party like this, Gu Cheng was not angry. He just shook his head and held the sword in his right hand, a sword made of flames. The scorching temperature even fluctuated in the air, but he held the flame as if he couldn't feel it. sword.

off the field.

When Han Yunting saw this flaming weapon, he said badly in his heart, "Damn it, Xiaocheng has murderous intentions."

Jiang Mo comforted, "It's okay."

On the field.

The two figures separated chaotically, and the two swords clashed in the air.

The second soul ring under Luo Yizhuang's feet lit up, and he gave a light drink, "Zhenli."

Gucheng dared to feel that his whole body had no strength for a moment, his reaction paused, and the hand holding the sword trembled.

good chance.Luo Yizhuang thought in his heart, and raised the Three Towns Sword, wanting to leave a 'beautiful' scar on Gucheng's chest.

Gucheng said inwardly that it was not good, the flaming sword dissipated, and formed a shield again to block him.

Gucheng took a few steps back, the other party didn't say anything, he thought it was an attack type, but he didn't expect it to be a control type.

"Humph."

There was a flash of fire in Gucheng's eyes, and the first soul ring under his feet lit up, and the scorching flames began to wrap him, forming a piece of armor.

The scorching air blew on Luo Yizhuang's face, his cheeks ached, knowing that he couldn't be head-on, pointed the bronze sword, and the thousand-year-old soul ring also lit up, "Suppressing the soul."

Gucheng's soul power was a little unstable for a moment, and the scorching temperature also dropped a little.

"Ah."

The third soul skill, Flame Storm.

Gucheng didn't panic in the slightest, the thousand-year-old soul ring lit up, and a purple magic fire suddenly ignited beside him, forming storms of flames.

Seeing this, Luo Yizhuang pointed the bronze sword, and the Soul Rescue activated again.

As expected, Gucheng's soul power weakened again.

Gucheng also felt the weakening of the soul power, and felt aggrieved. Just now, Han Yunting quickly ended the battle, and now he has been here for so long.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Gucheng's pupils began to change color, the black pupils turned into red pupils, the flames on his body began to erupt, and he let out a palpitating laugh.

off the field.

Seeing Gucheng like this, Han Yunting felt worried again, and said anxiously, "No, the small city is out of control again."

Tang Xuan's face also became serious, "Jiangmo, ready to save someone."

Jiang Mo also nodded seriously.

On the field.

Gucheng stepped forward with his left foot, the arena began to sink, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Come again?"

A completely hoarse voice, like a ghost.

An inexplicable fear rose in Luo Yizhuang's heart, just as the bronze sword was pointed, the Soul Suppression had not yet been activated.

Gucheng's figure flashed, his palm wrapped in flames, he firmly grasped the bronze sword, "Xiang, do you still want to use it?"

Luo Yizhuang secretly thought it was bad.

But it was too late, grabbing the bronze sword and smashing it.

Luo Yizhuang didn't want to be as thick-skinned as Tai Long, and had already passed out after being hit like this.

But how could the lonely city that was out of control stop, the thousand-year soul ring lit up, and the scorching flame had just risen, and a hand stopped it.

It was Jiang Mo, if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely die. He said in a deep voice, "Enough."

The red in Gucheng's pupils began to recede, and became clear.

Looking at the unconscious Luo Yizhuang, many students of Lanba Academy were a little scared. Starting today, Lanba Academy will really change its name to Shrek.

They vaguely understand why they are called Shrek, because they... are a group of monsters!
The news of Lanba Academy's name change quickly spread throughout Tiandou City.

Apart from the people's talk after tea, the three chiefs of Tiandou Imperial Academy also sighed.

Those who don't know the inside story can only sigh with emotion, Lanba Academy is really a big deal.

half year later.

In front of the former Lanba Academy and now Shrek's Academy, there appeared an old and a young figure. The two figures did not look like grandparents, but like buddies.

(End of this chapter)