Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

But at this moment, Xiao Wu came close to Yang Jian's ear and asked Yang Jian in an intimate manner: "What is a soul guide?"

She has just come into contact with human society and has always been very curious about unfamiliar vocabulary.

Yang Jian pinched Xiao Wu's pink cheeks and said with a smile: "I will tell you when I win. You can cheer for me next to me."

Xiao Wu nodded obediently, waved her fist and said, "Okay, brother Yang Jian, come on!"

Tang San looked at this scene, and for some reason he felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles. At the same time, there was an unknown fire in his heart. On impulse, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

"If you can win, then this soul guide will be given to you!"

Yang Jian noticed Tang San's strange attitude towards Xiao Wu, and couldn't help but frown slightly. He turned around a little worriedly and found that Xiao Wu didn't feel anything at all, and was still glaring at Tang San, as if he wanted to take action on Yang Jian's behalf.

Immediately, his mentality calmed down and he stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a young adult.

"Dear students, you should stay away. I have no eyes for fists and feet. It would be bad if I hurt you."

He said loudly to the onlookers.

Because there are always various competitions among the soul master academies, and the atmosphere of competition is relatively strong, the students who are watching are all excited, and consciously stay away from a certain distance, leaving the playground to Yang Jian and Tang San.

It just so happens that this is a playground, which is spacious and suitable for fighting.

After letting go of Wang Sheng, Yang Jian started to use his skills, and his energy, blood, and internal energy began to flow at the same time. In addition, in order to cover up his subsequent performance, he condensed a white soul ring that floated around him.

Tang San was stunned for a moment when he saw the white soul ring on Yang Jian's body, and then looked slightly happy.

With a thought, a yellow soul ring emerged from under his feet, and his aura was much stronger than that of Yang Jian.

The people watching the battle immediately started talking and looked amazed.

"That work-study student has a century-old soul ring."

"It's incredible. I don't know what kind of good luck he had."

"Looking at the color, it seems that it is still a 400-year-old soul ring. It is already the perfect match for the first soul ring."

"The one with the white soul ring is in danger..."

Amidst the constant discussion, Xiao Wu looked at Yang Jian worriedly, thinking that if Yang Jian couldn't beat that person, he would teach him a lesson for Yang Jian.

In the middle of the field, Yang Jian and Tang San stared at each other.

The second battle between them is ready to go.

Neither of them made a move immediately. Instead, they watched and sized up each other, looking for each other's flaws in order to gain an advantage as soon as they made a move. However, after dozens of seconds, the audience became a little impatient, and still did not notice any obvious signs from the other side. flaw.

In an instant, their qi movements pulled each other, and they moved at the same time like thunder from the sky stirring up the fire on the earth.

Tang San reached out and touched his waist, and a cold light suddenly flashed between his fingers.

Boo hoo hoo......

A series of air-piercing sounds sounded, and ten bone-penetrating nails were shot towards Yang Jian's body without mercy.

Yang Jian controlled the soul ring to flicker, pretending to use a soul skill, and then flames suddenly emerged from Yang Jian's hands, rolling endlessly.

Yanyang Qigong·Fire Fist!

Immediately, he waved his hands again and again, as fast as fire, and easily knocked away the sharp bone-penetrating nails that were whizzing by. They fell on the ground nearby and pierced deeply into the ground. The spectators gasped as they did not expect such a nail. Plant a hidden weapon.

And this is just the beginning.

After getting the storage props, Tang San didn't know how many hidden weapons he carried. He kept brushing his hand over his waist, and every time he took out a new hidden weapon and shot it at Yang Jian.

Locust stones, willow darts, bone-penetrating nails, deadly knives... A large number of hidden weapons gathered into a sharp and fierce storm and swept towards Yang Jian.

And Yang Jian was like a rock in the storm. No matter how fierce the storm seemed, it could not move forward in front of him.

Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. , not even the corners of the clothes were torn.

Because he knew that Tang San was more powerful with hidden weapons, Yang Jian chose to approach boldly.

Along the way, he dodged or knocked away the hidden weapons thrown by Tang San, gradually approaching Tang San.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on Tang San's heart, giving Tang San a deep sense of oppression. Only after the actual fight did he understand that Yang Jian's strength had improved even more than his own. , ordinary hidden weapon techniques can't cause him any trouble at all.

Even though Tang San retreated all the way, he attacked with hidden weapons.

But there seemed to be an invisible thread connecting the two. Yang Jian's steps were steady, gradually approaching along the invisible thread, compressing Tang San's movement space.

A few seconds later, when Tang San had no choice but to retreat.

Suddenly an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes.

The first soul skill, Coil!

The shadow of the always ferocious snake suddenly emerged from the yellow spirit ring and sank into Tang San's body.

In the next second, nearly half of his soul power was suddenly consumed.

Chichichi......... A piece of blue silver grass broke out from the ground, bounding Yang Jian like a rope or a chain.

At the same time, Tang San used a special hidden weapon technique, holding a bone-penetrating nail that had been tempered with poison and turned into a bright blue color between his fingers, and threw it fiercely at Yang Jian.

On the other side, Yang Jian's legs and arms were wrapped in blue silver grass, and it seemed difficult to move.

And the hidden weapon thrown by Tang San with a special technique opened a series of cunning and curved arcs as soon as it was released, shooting at him fiercely from the front, the side, and even around Yang Jian's back. .

There was a commotion among the onlookers, and many people closed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to see Yang Jian's fate.

"Although the Tang Sect's hidden weapon techniques are sinister, they are indeed unique."

"It was fired from the front, and it turned behind me...could it be using the rapid shaking of the wrist, the principle of gun fighting?"

At the critical moment, Yang Jian still had the energy to look at Tang San's methods.

Because until now, he has not used all his strength.

Tang San thought that the blue silver grass bound Yang Jian, but he didn't know that with the distance of Yang Jian's five blood temperings, the blue silver grass was no easier to tear than tissue paper, but combined with the paralyzing toxin hidden in the blue silver grass, All of Yang Jian's internal energy was blocked by his skin.

Yang Jian's eyes were calm, and the flames on his palms suddenly compressed to the edge, forming a red color like a soldering iron. His palms were like hot knives, emitting a trace of steam.

Immediately, his arm muscles swelled, energy and blood burst out, and he easily broke the shackles of the Blue Silver Grass.

As his body moved around, he was as strong as electricity, blocking hidden weapons coming from different angles and directions one by one.

The last bone-penetrating nail whizzed from the side and went straight to Yang Jian's temple, but Yang Jian stayed still, stretched out his middle and index fingers, and pinched them as if in anticipation.