Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"It's just like what the teacher said. The prestige of my Holy Son is horribly low..."

Ling Bai raised his head and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck the heaven and earth into his body.

With unparalleled momentum, unparalleled will, and unparalleled majesty, his original monarch-like aura has increased tenfold and a hundredfold.

He stood on the soul-fighting platform and looked around, just like a monarch with the power of life and death scanning his highness's trembling ministers who dared not speak.

The sky suddenly changed color, and the Qingcang Sword passed by a sky-blue rainbow.

Tianqing Changhong instantly breaks through to a speed that is invisible to the naked eye. This is the ultimate sword. There is no defense or blocking, only an all-out attack.

Ling Bai and Zhang Min were nearly a hundred meters apart. The Qingcang sword fell, and the sword edge was immediately in front of Zhang Min.

Zhang Min felt as if his heart was being held by some terrifying monster, possessed by a golden-waisted flying swallow, and two acupuncture-like golden thin swords flashing across each other, like flying swallows flying back.

The Wuhun Hall students rushed out and surrounded Zhang Min. They never imagined that Ling Bai would suddenly burst into an attack. The speed of the sword light was so fast that they could not react at all.

"Zhang Min, are you okay?"

Zhang Min looked a little dull, Xu Yu shook her shoulders.

"Where was the injury?"

Sun Chuantao looked around fearfully, and Ling Bai seemed to have disappeared.

"I am fine."

Zhang Min murmured that the Qingcang Sword almost made her see the God of Death holding a sickle, but she did not feel any pain.

So, did she block that extremely fast sword?

There was a slight pain between the eyebrows, and a drop of blood fell straight down. The green light flashed away. Ling Bai's back was turned to her, and the Qingcang Sword caught the drop of blood on the blade.

With a gentle blow, the blood beads broke.

Zhang Min pressed the center of his eyebrows, and there was a dazzling bright red on his finger. A thin sword mark cracked silently in the center of his eyebrows, and a line of blood slowly flowed down along the wings of his nose.

"If it hadn't been for the teacher's forced request, I wouldn't have bothered to participate in any soul master competition, and I wouldn't have the time to argue with you. I have to submit or get out."

Ling Bai turned his back to her, and his majestic aura like a majestic mountain spread across the sky of the Soul Fighting Arena like a flat tide.

He seemed to have an aloof aura, and wherever he stood, he was the center of the world.

Zhang Min suddenly realized that she was talking to the future monarch. With one sentence, he could use all the wealth of Wuhun Palace and make many titled Douluo run around for him. That could influence the fate of Wuhun Palace and his own family. destiny man.

As a proud daughter of heaven, Zhang Min felt panic in her heart for the first time. She seemed to have done something fatal just now.

Other Wuhundian academies could not help but remain silent, including the Golden Generation.

The eyes of Xie Yue and most of the students were extremely shocked. Zhang Min was the head of the agility attack department of Wuhundian Academy. Golden-waisted Feiyan was one of the fastest flying soul beasts, but she was silently killed by the Qingcang Sword. The forehead was pierced, and as long as Ling Bai thought about it, she was already a cold corpse.

Yan was quite lonely. Ling Bai still retained his strength during the battle with him. If he hadn't been exposed due to his rage, he didn't know when he would know the truth.

Hu Liena had a complex expression of joy and sadness. The stronger Ling Bai became, the happier she naturally became, but she also felt that she was getting further and further away from Ling Bai...

The trial went on from morning to night. In the increasingly dark night, Liuyang's originally pale face gradually turned red. Looking at Ling Bai's tall and proud figure, her ice blue and emerald green eyes were brighter than ever.

She felt that she was cared about, and a feeling of happiness and confusion washed over her mind like a frenzy.

"Okay, okay, you are all young talents from the Wuhun Palace, so it would hurt the peace to be so tense!"

A majestic voice came from the sky, and four titled Douluo descended from the sky. The one who spoke was Demon Bear Douluo.

Compared to Demon Bear Douluo's gentleness, Mu Yao and Ju Gui both stared at Zhang Min with unkind eyes. They had no relatives, and Ling Bai was like their younger brother and grandson.

Now someone dared to challenge his majesty. If Demon Bear Douluo hadn't patted his chest and promised to resolve the matter satisfactorily, they would have almost given Zhang Min a blow of humane destruction.

Demon Bear Douluo put on the posture of a respected elder, but his curly beard inevitably made people think he was in trouble. He said sincerely:

"I know that some of you may feel that it is inappropriate for a great soul master to be selected into the Wuhun Palace team, but don't forget that the previous melee was against each of you.

If you are on the battlefield, do you have a way to determine the quality, quantity, and various unexpected situations of the enemy?

There is nothing you can do.

In fact, the rules of His Royal Highness the Holy Son's Brawl are fair and put you all at the same starting point, but they are also very cruel, which is equivalent to asking you to engage in a small war.

You all died, but a great soul master survived. This is the end of the war.

Based on your mentality and impulsive behavior just now, none of you are worthy of joining the Wuhundian team. "

Demon Bear Douluo's words may have been a little harsh, but there was no doubt that they were bloody reality. However, Ling Bai, who had his back turned to everyone, couldn't help but frown. He didn't think so much at first, he just hoped that the three girls would be selected reliably.

Since Demon Bear Douluo can help him come back, Ling Bai is happy to maintain his aloof image and watch the show.

"Elder Demon Bear, but this is different from war. Just now many people relied on their familiarity to directly unite to attack us!"

The speaker was a soul sect who ranked among the top ten in strength in Wuhundian Academy, but his personality was relatively withdrawn, like a lone wolf.

Within a few seconds after the chaos started, he was kicked out of the soul fighting platform by dozens of soul masters, so he was extremely dissatisfied with the chaos.

"You are wrong." Demon Bear Douluo shook his head, "This is exactly the best way to test your overall strength. In the short brawl, your personal strength, teamwork ability, and even character were comprehensively tested.

What you want to be selected is the Wuhundian team, a seven-member team!People with withdrawn personalities are destined not to become a member of the team. "

After hearing this, the Soul Sect stepped back with a gloomy face.

"Okay, the members of the Wuhundian team have been selected. You should go back to heal your injuries!"

"Yes, Elder Demon Bear!"

Everyone left the Soul Fighting Stage one by one. Zhang Min also lowered his head and prepared to leave. When he raised his feet to leave, a soft voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Golden-waisted Feiyan Martial Spirit, you are Zhang Ming's descendant. It seems I need to have a good chat with him."

Zhang Min felt as if she was struck by lightning. She recognized the owner of that voice.

Ju Douluo Yueguan, one of the two Spirit Hall elders in charge of punishment.

Grandpa is just a Contra, and he is no match for Yue Guan's methods. After being targeted by him, it will be difficult for him to move forward. Zhang Min quickly wanted to raise his head, looking for Yue Guan to accuse him, but he only saw a golden shadow. Flying in the air.

On the soul fighting stage, Ye Lingling recovered from Demon Bear Douluo's words and suddenly remembered something. She turned to look to her side, but only saw a pool of bright red blood on the ground, and she bulged her mouth:

"Why are you leaving? Your injury hasn't been healed yet..."