Douluo Zhibo Madara

If it had been someone else, he would have been injured by the sudden tongue blade of the snake staff if he was caught off guard.

But the person facing Meng Yiran was not anyone else, but Tang San, who had various secrets.Naturally, it is impossible to lose easily.

Everyone could only see that Tang San's hands seemed to turn into afterimages, hitting the snake blade hard at an incredible speed.

This is Tang San's unique secret book Xuan Jade Hand, which is perfect for resisting the attack of the snake blade at this time.

Ding

Tang San's fingers collided with the blade of his tongue, and a sound was made like gold and iron intertwining, which surprised Meng Yiran, who was bound to win.

"It seems that I really underestimate you." Meng Yiran looked at Tang San who had retreated far away, and sneered: "But my martial spirit is poisonous."

Tang San calmly raised his hand and opened his palm, only to see that it was smooth and clean, without any poison or even scratched wounds.

"Obviously your poison has no effect on me," Tang San lowered his hand and said slowly to the very astonished Meng Yiran.

As a disciple of the Tang Clan in his previous life, Tang San often dealt with poisons here, and the Xuan Yu Hands of the Tang Clan were poisonous people's nemesis.

"Then try this again." The astonishment on Meng Yiran's face quickly turned into sullen anger. He held the snake staff tightly in his hand and started fighting with Tang San again without hesitation.

Meng Yiran's attack was extremely fierce, but Tang San's defense was airtight.

Suddenly, Meng Yiran let out a sweet shout, and the snake staff in his hand turned into eight identical phantoms and attacked Tang San at the same time.

These eight afterimages blocked all Tang San's escape routes in an instant, trying to trap his opponent just like Tang San did with Meng Yiran just now.

Madara looked at this boring battle with boredom. When he saw Meng Yiran using this move, his eyes suddenly lit up and he thought to himself: "Is the combination with illusion interesting?"

This is also Meng Yiran's trick. Each of these afterimages can be said to be real, or they can all be said to be fake. Just like martial arts spirits, they are somewhere between real and fake. It can be said that they occupy the edge of illusion.

These eight afterimages are so real and illusory that no one can tell them apart. Even if a soul saint like Zhao Wuji comes, if there is no way to distinguish between true and false, he can only resist.

But among those who were helpless, Tang San would definitely not be included.

Even though he was about to be attacked by the snake staff in Meng Yiran's hand, Tang San didn't panic at all, as if everything was under control.

"It's somewhere between true and false. It's amazing, but" such a thought flashed through Tang San's mind, and then he closed his eyes directly.

When Tang San's eyes suddenly opened, they were already filled with brilliant purple, which was none other than the Purple Demon Eye, one of the Tang Sect's secret books.

"Have you used it yet?" When San opened his purple demon pupil, a ray of light burst out from Madara's eyes.

He knew that this was one of his brother's secret techniques, and it was also one of the secrets in Tang San's heart.

Under the observation of Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, the attack that was originally as fast as the wind became extremely slow, and finally even evolved into a slow crawling snail.

All the attack trajectories of the snake staff were funneled into Tang San's quiet and wise brain through the Purple Demon Eye.

flaw

In an instant, Tang San's eyes had caught the flaw in Meng Yiran's life, and he began to crack it without hesitation.

Tang San grabbed one of the snake staffs with both hands as fast as lightning, and the solid feel made Tang San feel reassured.

The moment Tang San caught the real snake staff, all the afterimages quickly disappeared.

Meng Yiran only felt his hand tighten, and the other end of his martial spirit was firmly grasped by Tang San.

If the place Tang San pinched was a real relic, the seven-inch position would definitely be the key point for all snakes.

Even if Meng Yiran's martial spirit is a weapon spirit related to snakes, it would be difficult to break free if he was caught at this time.

"It seems that Xiaosan has definitely won this round." The corners of Madara's mouth raised slightly, and even his cold tone could not dampen his joyful mood.

"Hey Brother Ban, are you confused?" Ning Rongrong walked up to Ban, raised her hand and waved it in front of Ban's face.

Madara forced this lawless little witch back with his sharp eyes. He looked at the puzzled expressions on everyone's face and snorted coldly: "You are so short-sighted that you can't even see the situation of the battle. Just wait and see."

After such a period of time together, Madara's temper was well known to everyone in Shrek, but even so, everyone's breath could not help but stagnate, and now they were choked by Madara's words.

But there is no other way. Who wants Madara to be so abnormal? If it were anyone else, he would have been dealt with long ago.

Tang San's own strength was not inferior to ordinary soul masters after being trained in Tang Sect's martial arts. Even if he competed with the master of the martial arts, Meng Yiran, for her own martial soul, she didn't want to go up or down for a while.

For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other. Tang San was more powerful than Meng Yiran, but Meng Yiran was the master of the martial spirit.

The next step is pure competition, that is, a competition of soul power.But obviously Meng still definitely doesn't want it to end like this.

"I have no choice but to use that one. It was originally prepared for that guy." Meng Yiran gritted his teeth and quietly reached out for several exquisite knives on his waist with one hand.

Ding

Tang San raised his hand to block Meng Yiran's flying knife, which was shot at a tricky angle, with a look of incomparable astonishment on his face.

"Pfft, I read that right, he actually played throwing knives with the mistress." Ma Hongjun burst out laughing when he saw Meng Yiran throwing the flying knife.

"Tang San is an expert at throwing knives," Oscar nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said with a look of approval.

"Give it back to you." As Tang San let go and retreated, the flying knife in his hand also struck Meng Yiran with a strange trajectory.

"I didn't expect that you could do it." Meng Yiran looked surprised, no less surprised than Tang San. Then he thought of Tang San as Madara's younger brother, and his expression became relieved again: "You are that guy's younger brother too. "

"Then let's compare." Tang Sanru's surprise just now turned into eagerness to try. He approached the 24th Bridge on a bright moonlit night with one hand, looking ready to go.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Although Meng Yiran took back his snake staff, it was obvious that he did not intend to admit defeat just like that, but planned to defeat him openly in this field.

Several rays of cold light shot out from Meng Yiran's hand in an instant, and bits of cold light went straight towards Tang San.

Tang San raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand and touched the 24 Bridge on the bright moonlit night. After receiving the air cushion, he shot it towards the opponent preemptively.

Ding Ding Ding

All the flying knives that Meng Yiran shot were hit by Tang San's hidden weapons with incomparable precision. What's even more amazing is that all the hidden weapons shot at Meng Yiran from all directions.

"What?" Meng Yiran obviously did not expect such a change and took a few steps back in surprise.

Meng Yiran slowly opened his eyes, looking at his intact body, and then lowering his head to find that all Tang San's hidden weapons were neatly staring at his feet.

I actually lost again