Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"Feng Xiaotian! Come on!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and then the whole audience burst into cheers for Feng Xiaotian, and finally gathered into a huge sound wave!

What the competition conveys is not only strength, but also the soul master’s spirit of never giving up!

Feng Xiaotian did this!

On the soul-fighting stage, Ling Bai looked at the bloody figure that kept falling and charging. His eyes couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise. Feng Xiaotian's ability to resist until now was somewhat beyond his expectation. The sky-ice falling to the ground had already surpassed his. limit!

"The Gale Demon Wolf slashed 36 times in a row, No. 30 six times!"

last blow!

Feng Xiaotian demonstrated the peerless style of the younger generation of prodigies. When the 36 consecutive slashes were about to end, he let out a sharp roar and green light surged crazily all over his body!

Amidst the loud noise, a large rain of blood scattered in the air, and Feng Xiaotian shattered the wings of Gale!

The wings of the gale were connected to his back, and countless flesh and blood exploded, releasing tyrannical energy. Under this huge impact, his body was like a stream of light, heading straight towards the ice giant sword!

"Break me!"

The strong wind turned into a green blade, and Feng Xiaotian roared hysterically!

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

"boom--"

Ice shards flew in all directions, obscuring the audience's sight. Everyone's eyes widened, waiting for the end of this battle.

The ice chips slowly dissipated, and Feng Xiaotian lay quietly in a huge pothole. The muscles in his body seemed to have exploded, and there were blood marks all over his body, like a fragile clay sculpture that would fall apart at a touch.

Less than one meter away from him, there was a huge ice sword blade. The cold light on the blade was cold and shining in the sun, and there was a long and narrow crack in the center of the blade.

Feng Xiaotian was defeated, but he also left a crack in Tian Bing's fall to the ground.

The soul fighting arena, which could accommodate hundreds of thousands of spectators, including the most favored students, senior teachers from major colleges, and other masters of the soul master class, fell silent at this moment.

Those who had previously been doubtful that Ling Bai was the only one sent from Wuhun Palace now stared with wide eyes at the extremely miserable Feng Xiaotian and the calm-looking Ling Bai on the soul-fighting stage.

They have trouble swallowing and can't even breathe.

Countless people shouted in their hearts that it was impossible when they saw Tian Bing falling to the ground and slashing the divine wind with a sword. But now this sentence of impossibility is filled with hesitation, shock, fear or bursting excitement.

Ling Bai slowly turned around, facing the crowded auditorium, and shouted in a deep voice: "Please remember, this is the Wuhun Palace! The number one in the mainland, the Wuhun Palace!"

After saying these words, he casually waved away the giant ice sword that had fallen from the sky and turned into ice. He slowly walked down the Soul Fighting Platform and returned to the rest area belonging to the Wuhundian Academy.

He didn't even wait for Mu Yao to announce the result of the game. His pride once again shocked the audience.

Wuhun Palace, the first Wuhun Palace in the mainland.

Hu Liena took the initiative to greet Ling Bai, walked up to him, straightened the folds of his clothes, and said teasingly: "You only used one sword, how can you attack so harshly?"

Ling Bai rubbed her head and chuckled: "I have been merciful, otherwise they would not be able to get off the soul fighting stage alive."

His voice was calm, even taking it for granted. When he glanced at the college teams, no one dared to look at him.

At this time, Ling Bai was like a king inspecting his people.

"Oh my God, Your Highness the Holy Son! It's over, it's over, I'm really poisoned this time and I can't get out of it!"

Shui Yue'er took advantage of the sisters being frightened by Ling Bai, broke away from the suppression, and continued to be a nymphomaniac with starry eyes.

But this time, she did not get the dislike of her sister and sisters, which made Shui Yue'er a little uncomfortable. She looked over curiously and saw Shui Bing'er... No, not just Shui Bing'er, everyone in the Tianshui team, even Including their dean, level 82 Contra Shui Zhiruo, they were all immersed in cultivation.

A water-blue halo rose from their bodies, soul power surged around them, and their expressions were peaceful and calm.

How did they manage to practice calmly in such a noisy environment?

Shui Yue'er's little head was filled with doubts.

After a while, everyone in Tianshui woke up. Their eyes revealed unconcealable excitement. It seemed that this practice had brought them great benefits.

"My soul power has broken through the first level!" Shui Bing'er said excitedly. She was originally at the peak of level 43, but this time she finally took the last step and broke through to level 44 soul power.

"I've made progress too!" Xue Wu, a member of Team Tianshui, said eagerly.

"And me, and me!"

"Me too!"

The girls chattered about their soul power progress, making Dean Shui Zhiruo grin from ear to ear.

Not only have the students made great progress, but her long-stagnant soul power also showed signs of breakthrough today.

"Sister, sister! Why did you all break through?" Shui Yue'er took a closer look and found that she was the only one who failed to break through. She immediately hugged Shui Bing'er with her little mouth pouted.

Shui Bing'er knocked her sister on the head and said, "The moment the Holy Son of the Wuhun Palace appeared, our souls began to throb, and we almost subconsciously entered a state of cultivation. You I was so distracted just now that I missed a God-given opportunity!"

"what?"

Shui Yue'er was dumbfounded. All her thoughts were on Ling Bai's heroic appearance, and she didn't care about the origin of the martial spirit.

"Dean, why does the appearance of Qingcang Sword cause our martial souls to throb?" Shui Bing'er asked Shui Zhiruo.

Dean Shui Zhiruo of Tianshui has a smile on her face, her eyes are moving, and her soft gaze towards the students is like a wisp of clear water flowing quietly through the heart, making people unable to help but be intoxicated by the gentleness and agility unique to a woman.

She looks about thirty years old, but is actually over fifty years old. Her plump and exquisite figure exudes a variety of amorous feelings that have been polished by the years, completely interpreting a woman like water. This natural mature charm, Far beyond the reach of young women like the Tianshui Team.

"According to ancient records, martial spirits are similar to spirit beasts. Both have bloodline and class suppression, but at the same time they also have many benefits." Her voice was so gentle that it was almost intoxicating.

"Practice next to the top martial soul of the same attribute, and the cultivation speed of ordinary martial souls will be much faster. Just like Bing'er has the top ice attribute martial soul Ice Phoenix, if you practice with her, the speed will be increased by one level compared to normal circumstances. become."

"According to the dean, Qingcang Sword is also a top-level ice-attribute martial spirit, and its level is far higher than that of Ice Phoenix?"

Xue Wu clicked her tongue and said, Ice Phoenix is ​​already standing on the top of the ice, what level has Qingcang Sword reached?

"That's right. If Bing'er's Ice Phoenix is ​​the King of Ice, then Ling Bai's Qingcang Sword is the God of Ice!"