Douluo's Night

"You use a knife"

"What's wrong"

"It's nothing, I will prove to you that the sword spirit is the strongest weapon spirit in this continent." Lan Qingyue looked serious, and the sword in his hand flashed with green light.

Ye Zi didn't expect this girl to have such passionate thoughts, and couldn't help but want to applaud her.

As expected, at this age, it would be more appropriate to call him a middle school student.

Lan Qingyue stared straight at the hooded night, frowning slightly.

The first row of the Seven Lords is Night, and the second row is the remaining Six Lords.

Their stance and formation were exactly the same as when they faced the enemy for the first time.

"How dare you underestimate us."

"This kid is really arrogant."

"Let him see the swords of our Wind Sword Sect."

Behind Lan Qingyue, six people activated their martial souls at the same time, and for a moment the light flickered, with the Fengjian Sect's side flashing yellow and purple light.

The two tall young men standing behind Lan Qingyue each held a giant sword in their hands. As Ye Se had expected, they were defensive soul masters who mainly used giant swords.

"Should I say you are stupid or ignorant..."

Lan Qingyue's face was cold, and she pointed the long sword in her hand at the night. Four perfectly matched soul rings appeared on her long sword one after another.

At the next moment, Lan Qingyue's figure flashed and rushed towards the night.

The night-dark blue robe was suddenly hung up. He drew his sword and thrust it into the ground.

噗

There was a sound like something was being stabbed, and from the center of the stage, thick black mist began to spread. For a moment, the sight of all the audience was blocked.

"This... what is this?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned and said, according to the rules of the Youth Soul Master Competition, participating team members are not allowed to bring weapons, props and food to the stage, so it means that this is a soul skill.

"Hiss... Such a powerful soul skill, I can't even sense what's going on inside."

Sitting next to Ning Fengzhi, the old man Gu Rong, whom he had met once before, narrowed his eyes, "If my guess is correct, this is probably his strongest soul skill, or it is the seventh soul skill of Huiye Academy. The seven-person martial soul fusion technique.”

"Is it possible to do it..." Ning Fengzhi looked at the Soul Fighting Platform. Even Gu Rong couldn't sense what was happening inside, and it was impossible for him to feel it.

"Cut, play tricks."

On the soul fighting stage, Lan Qingyue's long sword collided with the dark sword in Ye Se's hand. In her field of vision now, there was only Ye Se, and the two attack-type swordsmen and martial souls who were charging forward with her. The teacher's figure disappeared into the black mist.

"A mere illusion..."

She seemed to see the young man's calm eyes under the robe.

It was those eyes that made Lan Qingyue come back to her senses from her slight anxiety. After all, she was the beloved daughter of the Wind Sword Sect. If she lost her mind here, she would not be worthy of her current status.

"What did you want to do after you did all this?"

Lan Qingyue swung her long sword, danced a sword flower, and struck with the black long sword in the night.

"At the beginning, I wanted to resolve this battle quickly."

The night's black eyes looked down at Lan Qingyue. The latter seemed to curl up the corners of his mouth when he saw him, "But now that you have interested me, let me see your sword."

"Don't underestimate me"

Lan Qingyue took a step back, her third soul ring flashed with purple light, and her long sword was instantly covered with a layer of green fluorescence. Her speed exploded in an instant, and the long sword slashed towards the night.

"Oh"

The black Tang Dao in the night was ignited with thick soul power fluctuations, like a sea of ​​black silt.

"I see, is it the power of the wind?"

Ye Se looked at the green wind blade that was slashing quickly behind Lan Qingyue, and seemed to sigh.

"However, it doesn't seem to be the power of heaven and earth."

boom

The area where Ye Xi was standing was instantly bombarded by wind blades, and the hard green steel stone on the ground of the Fighting Soul Platform was also blasted apart, causing dust from the stones to fly for a while.

Lan Qingyue did a backflip, and the fourth soul ring on the sword shone with an even stronger purple light. She twisted around in mid-air, adjusted her posture abruptly, and rushed towards the night again.

It's like she has the ability to fly.

"It really hurts, should I say that here?" Ye Zi emerged from the dust while rubbing his wrists. His dark blue robe was not damaged in any way, and his weapon was still hanging on the ground.

Ye Zi glanced at Lan Qingyue, who was flying towards him, and walked forward with the Tang Dao in his right hand.

Drag knife type.

As the black Tang knife left a smooth friction sound on the ground, Lan Qingyue's charge arrived.

"Successful"

Lan Qingyue let out a sweet shout, and instantly made eight cuts with the long sword in her hand.

That speed can no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye. What can be seen is that eight rays of substantial sword light wrap around Ye Se's body from top to bottom.

This kind of speed has exceeded the limit of human beings. Only with the help of soul skills and soul power can such an attack be launched.

"Isn't this an interesting attack?"

Lan Qingyue seemed to see it. The moment she slashed out the eight swords, the night finally smiled.

"Eight Directions Sword Slash"

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah.

Eight crisp sounds sounded at the same time, and Lan Qingyue's face turned a little ugly for a moment. This was not the sound of swords striking, but the sound of weapons intersecting.

"You guy...actually cut them all off"

Lan Qingyue's face was a little pale, and she took a few steps back with her sword hanging down. The use of her fourth soul skill just now was still very exhausting, especially since her fourth soul skill was still so powerful.

"You can still really surprise me."

Ye Xi spread his left hand, "With a human body, relying on soul skills to be able to do this, is it worthy of the Wind Sword Sect?"

"Are you mocking me?" Lan Qingyue's pretty face turned ugly.

"No, I'm complimenting you."

The long sword in the night was filled with sticky black soul power, and his originally dull aura immediately increased, as if a swordsman's long sword had left his body, or a dragon had just awakened from an endless slumber.

斩

The night in Lan Qingyue's eyes disappeared like this, and she felt a sharp knife light scraping towards her neck.

She raised the sword in her hand, her fourth soul skill glowed again, and Lan Qingyue's body flew into the sky again.

"too slow."

The figure in the night appeared behind her, with his back to her, and put the black Tang sword into its sheath.

"Varied..."

The next moment, the long sword in the girl's hand broke into fragments, turned into green light and disappeared.

Lan Qingyue spat out a mouthful of blood as if struck by lightning and fell to the ground.

When the martial soul was cut off, Lan Qingyue's soul was also severely cut off.

"You...who are you?"

She used her last strength to stare at the blue-robed boy not far away with her hazy silver eyes.

The night did not answer her question, and she wandered into the black mist.