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After a while.

"Have you decided yet?"

Uranium didn't know when he stood up. His expressionless face gave off a strange atmosphere under the flickering lights at night, but the boy didn't know it. After all, there was no one else in the forest except him. Could it be possible? Are you making expressions for the air to see?

Just now, the purple-haired young man Ma Long and his friend Yuan Hou just looked at each other and understood what the other person was thinking, and it was enough to hold others back.

Although Yuan Hou is an auxiliary soul master, his soul power level is not inferior to that of the blue-haired young man Ye Feng. The difference is only two levels. Although he will definitely not be able to defeat him, he will not be able to defeat him in an instant.

So it can at least delay for a certain period of time.

At this point in time, it must be enough for him, a level 29 fighting soul master, to win, right?

"Then let's get started, come on, Ye Feng." Yuan Hou smiled, and the fluctuations of soul power in his body continued to come. Although it was not very powerful, at this moment, due to the existence of soul power, this thing seemed a bit... The silly fat man exudes a kind of honest temperament.

A glistening white light rose from Ye Feng's body. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to have gradually changed with Ye Feng's high fighting spirit. An inexplicable sense of tension came from him, unconsciously triggering the excitement of others. Although fighting spirit is just talking about sparring, if someone really regards it as sparring, then there is a real problem.

Nothing but face.

Yuan Hou Ye Feng walked aside. Ye Feng held his hands together and moved his wrists. A series of tooth-searing bone crackling sounds were heard, and the invisible pressure suddenly increased.

"He's going to win."

For some reason, Yuan Hou, who was facing Ye Feng, had this thought flashing through his mind at this moment, and then he became deeply vigilant. Ye Feng might be very serious, so he should be careful.

"call......"

With a low groan, the next moment, he suddenly burst out with extremely fast speed. His right hand was claw-shaped, like a sharp bird's claw. A cold light flashed in mid-air, and with a slight sound of breaking through the air, he attacked Yuan Hou. He faced the door, stepped on his feet, and used various moves, making no effort to hide his intention to attack.

Yuan Hou had a cold look on his face, and without saying a word, he quickly took a step forward, clenched his right hand on his chest, and raised his left hand to the side. His body also lit up with the light of soul power. He let out a soft drink, and without dodging, he counterattacked towards Ye Feng. past.

There was a muffled bang, Yuan Hou grunted, and immediately took a dozen steps back, his face turned ugly, his arms filled with soul power suddenly softened, his arms were weak, and his joints were soft.

Just after the first contact, Ye Feng's beak-like fingers poked at the meridians of his arm, causing his hands and feet to become weak for a moment. If Ye Feng hadn't been eager for success, he was afraid that something would change, otherwise Ye Feng would just have to hit him with one more punch. He didn't retreat like this, but fell to the ground and couldn't crawl.

Although there was no visible damage on the outside, Yuan Hou would rather suffer some physical pain at this moment than be like this, with his arm sore and weak, and it was extremely difficult to even lift it up.

Ye Feng curled his lips and was about to say something sarcastic, but when the words were on his lips, he swallowed them and replaced them with another sentence.

"Brother Yuan Hou, are you okay?"

As he spoke, the movements of his hands did not stop, and he put his hands in a posture. Although he was not possessed by a martial spirit, you could see that he was now in a state similar to being possessed, but in fact only had soul power.

In other words, once possessed, Ye Feng will be more flexible and cunning than now.

"Come again."

Yuan Hou let out a soft cry, endured the pain, and moved his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ma Long, who was still sparring with Zhu Zhuqing. Before he could turn around, his eyes suddenly froze.

In his eyes, Ma Long, who was invincible at the same level, was actually being beaten by Zhu Zhuqing at this moment? !

"No, are you giving in to her?"

Such an idea flashed through Yuan Hou's mind, but when he saw Ma Long sweating profusely and with blood marks on his body, he suddenly understood.

He didn't give in, but was really pressed and beaten!

"Hey! How is this possible!"

But before Yuan Hou could see clearly how Ma Long was being pressed and beaten, Ye Feng couldn't help it anymore.

"Hey, do you want to fight?"

Ye Feng habitually wanted to say "Don't look at your good-for-nothing friend" with bad words, but when he thought of maintaining his grace in front of the iceberg beauty, he swallowed the words with difficulty for the second time.

There's nothing he can do about it, he just has this one good quality: bad mouth. Sometimes if he doesn't say something, he'll feel uncomfortable all over.

When Yuan Hou heard the sound, he immediately turned around, feeling bitter in his heart. From the previous fight, it could be seen that Ye Feng was a master whose melee combat ability far exceeded him. He didn't even know where his own meridians were, but he was accurately cut. , one can imagine that the man in front of him must have gone through systematic study.

On the other side, the defeat of his friend Ma Long was probably only a matter of time. For a while, Yuan Hou didn't even have the intention to fight. His skills were inferior to others, so he might as well stop embarrassing himself.

"Come."

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Hou puffed up his chest, his eyes flickered, and he put aside the idea of ​​admitting defeat in his mind. Even if he lost, he would have to lose again if he couldn't beat him, instead of just admitting defeat as soon as he saw something was wrong.

The next moment, he rushed out again, his huge body carrying extremely strong kinetic energy, like a wall pressing in. With an aura like a boulder, he pounced with a pair of big hands, and his soul power was revealed, although he did not use himself. Martial spirit, but the current Yuan Hou is indeed fighting with all his strength.

"Good come!"

Ye Feng was not surprised but overjoyed. He stepped forward and with a slight shake of his wrist, he easily neutralized Yuan Hou's melee attack. As a control-type battle soul master, he should have slowly worn down his opponent's fighting ideas, but the current battle was limited. Soul skills, and the opponent happened to be a fat man, so the bird's beak protruding hand tactics originally used for self-defense in close combat could be used in actual combat.

This combat method is inherited from the family. Both my father and grandfather are flying soul beasts. Although my own soul skills also have certain flying abilities and control soul skills, in close combat, I still value this attack method passed down by the family. .

Yuan Hou was big and powerful, so Ye Feng did not dare to confront him head-on, so he fought with a wandering posture to ensure that he would retreat at the first touch and would not be caught and hit back.

As for Ye Feng, he was fast, but Yuan Hou had rough skin and thick flesh, and the original swelling and pain in his meridians had disappeared. Instead, relying on the strength of his body under the lingering soul power, he kept reaching out to look for opportunities. As long as he pounced on Ye Feng head-on. Feng, with his size and strength, can determine the victory in one fell swoop.

As you came and went, the intensity of the battle between the two sides continued to escalate. Time passed by a little bit, but suddenly, everything was broken by the muffled sound of flesh falling to the ground.

"Ahem, it's too strong, it's so fast."

Yuan Hou hurriedly turned around and saw Level 29 Ma Long lying on the ground, rolling his eyes, opening his mouth, and the slight bleeding on his body slowly stopped. This slight skin injury just proved that Zhu Zhuqing did not use all his strength at this moment, otherwise The long nails alone were enough to scratch all of Malon's skin.

Her figure is like a ghost. Although her speed is further improved because she is not possessed by a martial soul, what she shows now is already amazing enough for a level [-] soul master.

Just now, Zhu Zhuqing, who was pressing down on Ma Long, caught a flaw in Ma Long's body, tripped him up, and threw him out with his body force.

Victory and defeat.

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Here is another py interactive session that I love to see

My friend's book, "Marvel Animation Extraction", hehe, if you like Marvel themes, you can take a look. It is a new book in the same issue as mine. The author is quite good.

Here is the introduction:

Reborn into the dangerous Marvel Cinematic Universe, fortunately, it also comes with a golden finger system, which can extract various skills in anime.

"Golden Evolution Technique"

"From: Magic Forbidden Book Catalog"

"Introduction: The Magic of Changing Reality According to Your Mind"

From today on, snapping of fingers is prohibited in the entire universe! !

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