Douluo: true red-eyed black dragon

Only Long Qi could barely sense the weak soul power fluctuations emanating from the only one of the 36 knives. The patterns on it were some failed soul tools, but there was still a unique soul tool among them. .

The handle of the knife is about three inches long, with blades on both sides, and the blade is about five inches long.Made of some unknown mixed metal, it shimmered slightly.

Meng Yiran confidently said to Ma Hongjun: "I have a total of 36 soul-breaking knives here, eighteen for you and me. Later I will ask grandpa to shake the big tree, and the leaves will fall. You and I will take action at the same time to break The number of leaves that the Soul Knife stabs will be used as a criterion to determine which of us wins. Those that are not stabbed and remain on the trunk will not be counted." He also pointed to a tree about 20 meters away.

Meng Yiran raised her chin confidently, knowing that besides practicing, she spent her daily time studying those strange soul-guiding lines and practicing accurate throwing. After all, her dream was to be a unique long-range attacker. ?

Even though her hands were blistered time and time again, she refused to give up and continued to practice throwing every day.

Once, twice... ten times... a hundred times... a thousand times, ten thousand times... I don't care that the sweat flowing down from my body wets my clothes, and the soil under my feet also becomes a little moist. From sunrise to Sunset just kept holding on.

When Tang San saw Meng Yiran proposing such excessive conditions for the competition, his hands couldn't help but feel itchy, and he wanted to step forward to try, but he stopped in the end. After all, this was someone else's competition.

Although Ma Hongjun is an evil fire phoenix martial spirit, it cannot change his fate as a short-sighted person.He can't be cowardly, he can't be looked down upon by this woman.

Yiran stubbornly took the 18 flying knives in the bag in Meng Yiran's hand. The moment he took it, he didn't forget to take a direct look at Meng Yiran's face that was red with anger. He swallowed secretly and almost cried out. of saliva.

The small eyes betrayed Ma Hongjun's stern face. As expected, he could never change his lust for women at any time.

Ma Hongjun accomplished his main goal and saw Meng Yiran at close range wearing a long skirt with hollow fringes. The tight-fitting design made her figure look perfect.

The good proportions of her facial features make her overall face look very delicate and three-dimensional. The huge tassel-encrusted diamond earrings on her ears echo the long skirt, giving her quite the temperament of a classical beauty.

Ma Hongjun turned his head with satisfaction. It would delay some time, so he had no choice but to pick up the throwing knife.

The previous failure was just that he accidentally fell into the bitch's trick and didn't even have the chance to use the soul-breaking knife.

This time was different, it was just a detailed operation of comparing soul power. She must win it back, for her own face and to give her grandparents a chance.

Meng Yiran nodded to his grandfather, "Grandpa, you can start."

Meng Shu asked Ma Hongjun, "Are you ready too?"

Ma Hongjun checked it over and over for a long time, and finally weighed it gently and replied, "I'm ready."

As soon as the voice fell, Longgong Meng Shu took action. His men did not move at all, but just flicked his hand and threw out the dragon-head crutch that was more than 4 meters long.

A loud "dragon roar" sounded from the head of the crutch, but it sounded so awkward and strange to Long Qi's ears.

If this sound is also called dragon roar, it would be more like insulting the noble dragon clan.

The dragon-headed walking stick hit the big tree 20 meters away as quickly as ever.

There was a muffled bang, and Meng Shu used his power just right, not damaging the tree itself at all, but also causing the leaves to fall like rain.

Meng Yiran let out a sweet shout, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and cold light was thrown out of his hand almost at the same time.In an instant, all eighteen soul-breaking knives were thrown out.

"Ding ding ding." All the soul-breaking knives pierced the leaves and hit the trunk straight.

Meng Yiran just took a cursory glance, nodded satisfied with his results, and looked back in the direction of Ma Hongjun with a bit of arrogance.

Ma Hongjun looked clumsy, but his expression was very casual as he threw the throwing knife.

First.Halfway through the flight, he fell down weakly.

Meng Yiran pointed at Ma Hongjun with a slightly trembling finger, laughed wildly, and bent over with laughter.

It is really ridiculous that you want to compare yourself with yourself.

After Longgong Meng Shu took out his dragon-headed crutch, his eyes involuntarily fell on Ma Hongjun.His dragon-headed crutch is a martial spirit, and it can come back automatically after being thrown away.

Meng Shu originally wanted to see if this kid named Ma Hongjun could continue to surprise him.

But looking at Ma Hongjun's obviously clumsy movements, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It was like he couldn't see the tree trunk in front of him at all, and his initial throws were all random.Sure enough, the same kind of teacher has the same kind of apprentice.

The second one barely hit the tree trunk, but the tree trunk was not that tree trunk.

The third one managed to stab the tree trunk, but was ruthlessly bounced away by the strong tree trunk.

The fourth one can penetrate three-thirds of the wood, but there is no leaf on the blade.

On the fifth, sixth, and seventh times, the blades just passed through the upper edges of the leaves.

It was not until the ninth time that Ma Hongjun got the first leaf nailed to the trunk.

If Meng Yiran hadn't been watching from the side, he wouldn't have been able to believe his eyes.You must know that he didn't know anything at the beginning, but now there are six leaves nailed to the trunk.

You must know that it takes a long time to practice this thing by yourself.Two or three years of sweating and persevering day and night could not compare to his on-the-spot performance.

Meng Yiran once again felt the feeling of his talent being crushed hit his heart.

Meng Shu smacked his lips and nodded with satisfaction, as expected. . .

Meng Yiran could only comfort himself in a low voice in the end: "He's holding me back so much. It depends on how he chases me. I will be the winner in the end."

"Hey, once you fall into my hands, I will never let you go."

Ma Hongjun was still throwing the throwing knife leisurely aside, showing no signs of being affected by Meng Yiran's words.

One of his swords is more stable and more fierce than the other.Sometimes you can even nail two leaves nailed to the trunk with one knife.It's just that his remaining opportunities are getting fewer and fewer.

Weighing the last flying knife in his hand, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but feel nervous and his heartbeat accelerated due to the pressure.

Ma Hongjun made too many mistakes with his flying knives before, and basically had no hope of winning.Meng Yiran was carefully preparing his victory pose, thinking in a wicked way, "Let him be my servant."

Ma Hongjun tightened the flying knife in his hand, closed his eyes, and threw it out with anger.

Meng Yiran took a look and saw Ma Hongjun's self-destructive behavior.Immediately, he raised his hands and looked up to the sky, preparing to receive silent applause.

At this time, I was surprised to hear my grandpa's chuckle.

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