Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

The enemy of Team Qibao is Team Purple Star.

The members of the Purple Star Team are a group of students from Purple Star Academy.

The academy team is not like the grass-roots team built by Han Tao.

They are not short of soul masters, and they are neatly equipped, with strong attack, sensitive attack, and control support.

Participating in this elite soul master competition, the best among the many students have been selected to form the strongest team.

But even so, they couldn't gather a soul sect.

Yes.

There are no soul masters at the soul sect level in small local colleges.

Soul Master can already be regarded as a genius.

After both sides were fully prepared, Han Tao and others boarded the Soul Fighting Stage.

"Hush!" boos came from outside the court.

"Lan Yincao, plus three auxiliary soul masters?"

"Who is more capable of fooling around, right?"

Waves of ridicule reached Han Tao's ears.

Han Tao's expression remained unchanged and was not affected.

There was something wrong with Ning Tian's expression.

His eyes were darting around the audience, as if searching for a certain figure.

"What are you looking at?"

Han Tao patted his shoulder.

Ning Tian looked back: "No."

Ye Lingling covered her lips and joked: "You're not looking for the tea girl, are you?"

Ning Tian's face turned red, a little shy, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

But in full view of the public, how could he escape.

Just when several people were communicating and relaxing their emotions,

The Purple Star team entered the Soul Fighting Stage one after another.

Seeing the configuration of Qibao Team, their leader Zhang Wei frowned, with a hint of questioning in his tone.

"You're not taking this game seriously."

My college treated me very strictly, and I trained for nearly half a year for this competition.

The person on the other side was nonchalant, as if he was here for fun, and he wouldn't be angry if he left anyone alone.

"No, we value this game equally!"

Han Tao said.

After finishing speaking, he summoned his martial spirit.

"Blue Silver Grass!"

Bluesilver grass carrying two wisps of purple rhythm emerged in the center of the stage.

At the same time that Han Tao summoned his martial spirit, the opponent also launched an attack instantly.

"Night Demon Wolf, possessed."

A black figure ran towards Han Tao.

During the running process, the possessed form of the martial spirit is completed, and the third spirit ring lights up.

"Wolf's claw triple strike."

The sharp claw tip brushed against the side of Yu Han Tao's face.

Han Tao saw the face of the attacker clearly, a man with particularly gloomy eyes.

Jing Zhou, a level 34 agility attack soul master.

The martial spirit of Night Demon Wolf is between medium and high level in strength.

"Almost."

Han Tao smiled and his third purple soul ring lit up.

Bluesilver grass seeds swayed out, covering the entire soul fighting platform.

The second claw is still a little bit close, and the same is true for the third claw.

"Why is this happening?"

Doubts arose in his mind.

Han Tao's pace is not mysterious, but steady and precise, which is a reflection of the foundation of the center of gravity.

Every time it landed, it was just right to avoid the enemy's attack.

"Blue Silver Bamboo!"

The second white soul ring lit up, and three bluesilver grasses entangled each other, forming a fragile bamboo shape.

Very brittle and weak.

Han Tao held the "Blue Silver Bamboo" in his hand, waving it around like a wandering knight.

With great precision, he clicked on Jingzhou's calf.

"Speed ​​comes from the condensation of explosive power."

The blue silver bamboo collided with his soul power and collapsed.

But the power has been transferred, attacking to his most vulnerable position, the birthplace of explosive power.

His body carried forward kinetic energy, but the strength accumulation in his legs was interrupted. His whole body was suddenly pulled apart and he fell heavily to the ground.

Then he smiled calmly, this is the advanced application of "Physique and Muscle Exhibition".

If his martial spirit is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, then after the enemy falls this time, don't even think about getting up again.

My martial spirit is not the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, so don't blame him for being ruthless.

Taking advantage of the situation, he kicked Jingzhou out of the field.

"what happened?"

"Fake match, did you see the referee? They are fixing the match!"

"Refund the money! RNM refund the money!"

The overwhelming sound came from outside the stadium.

But the battlefield was not affected by the noise from the outside world.

"Martial spirit, chasing wind knife!"

The leader of the Purple Star team summoned his martial spirit and slashed towards Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong ran away.

At the same time, Ye Lingling and Ning Tian were also facing the enemy's attack.

"Dangyun style!"

Yang Qixin stood up.

His soul-breaking gun Wuhun played a vital role, isolating the enemy at once.

Ning Tian's increase fell on Yang Qixin.

At the same time, Ning Rongrong also summoned her Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda and recited a spell:

"The nine treasures turn out to be colored glaze, and the nine treasures have names. One is: Power!"

"The nine treasures turn out to be colored glaze, and the nine treasures are famous. One said: Hurry!"

Four rays of light fell on Han Tao.

"You have been strengthened, go and deliver it quickly."

He even heard Ning Rongrong's evil laughter.

It is worth noting that these four rays of light did not provide Han Tao with a 50% increase in intensity.

Because Ning Rongrong couldn't decipher Han Tao's soul frequency.

Han Tao's soul frequency was in motion and could not be synchronized.

All buff and debuff soul skills cannot produce extreme penetration effects on Han Tao through the same frequency.

"Blue Silver Bamboo!"

Using the second soul ring again, he summoned the Blue Silver Bamboo and held it in his palm.

Bang!

The Blue Silver Bamboo hit Zhang Wei's soul defense and collapsed.

"You look down on me?"

Zhang Wei was very angry.

There are four soul rings on Han Tao's martial soul, and the last one is black, which is far beyond the absorption period.

But what did he do?

Except for the third soul ring that lit up at the beginning, he only used the white soul ring to fight afterwards.

"Blue Silver Bamboo!"

Han Tao did not look down on him and used his second soul skill again.

Bang!

This time,

the Blue Silver Bamboo penetrated his soul defense and touched his arm.

Then the bamboo collapsed.

"Success."

Han Tao's eyes lit up.

This time, it was taken from the "Soul Power Characteristics", the penetration and application of soul power at the same frequency.

Soul power defense is invalid when facing soul skills at the same frequency.

"What?"

Cold sweat suddenly appeared on Zhang Wei's forehead.

The wind-chasing knife fell to the ground with a "snap".

The power of the arm was cut off, and the source of grip was lost for a short time.

Han Tao took advantage of the situation to grab his weak hand, half-throwing and half-throwing him out of the field.

The audience exploded with a "boom".

Jing Zhou might be an accident, but Zhang Wei had no explanation.

You threw away your weapon after being tapped with a bamboo by others, and you didn't even act.

"Damn it, it's a fake match, it's confirmed!"

There is no need to elaborate on the following process.

Han Tao held the Blue Silver Bamboo and tapped the remaining members off the fighting stage one by one.

Finally, Han Tao looked at the referee.

"It can be declared over."

The referee glanced at Han Tao, then glanced at the members of the Purple Star team who were thrown down, and the corners of his mouth twitched inadvertently.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Team Qibao wins."

After several people walked down the fighting arena,

Ning Rongrong widened her eyes and asked, "How did you do it?"

Ning Tian and Ye Lingling were also a little curious.