Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 47 Possession by Martial Spirit

When Feng Ling turned his head for a moment, he saw A Yin raise his right hand, and the lime powder he took out from the twenty-four bright moonlight splashed towards the opponent.

Feng Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, shrinking into the shape of needles, and he secretly said "something bad" in his heart. He only had time to instinctively close his eyes, but in the end, the speed was not as fast as the lime powder floating in the air. A small amount of lime powder was absorbed by it. Dip into eyes.

In an instant, a hot stinging taste began to spread from the eyeball area. The painful Feng Ling covered his eyes with both hands and let out a cry of pain!

At this moment, A Yin and the other three immediately waved the weapon souls in their hands as if they had already agreed.

Da Sima threw it in his hand, and the rope was tied around Feng Ling's head, and the other end was quickly tied and knotted in the big tree next to it.

A Yin waved a hoe in his hand, and Zhang San waved a nine-tooth rake. The two attacked fiercely from left to right.

However, they overlooked one point.

"stop!"

The indigenous tour guide who had been acting as a backdrop next to Feng Ling roared and summoned his martial spirit.

Even though his martial soul was also a hoe, and his strength was very low, with only level six soul power, he still stood in front of A Yin.

This indigenous tour guide obviously did not dare to take Zhang San's nine-tooth rake, so he focused his attention on A Yin, who looked similar to himself.

With the help of the indigenous tour guide, only Zhang San was left to step forward alone.

Taking advantage of the indigenous tour guide's roar, Feng Ling didn't know that he had been plotted by the three of them. His heart was filled with mixed emotions as if a condiment bottle had been overturned. He originally thought that they were just three weaklings and were not taken seriously at all. , I didn’t expect that the boat capsized in the gutter.

However, the training from the Wuhun Palace made Fengling temporarily blind and unable to see the matters in front of him. With his ability to listen to the wind and his skills as a soul master, he still managed to twist his body at the critical moment. He narrowly avoided the vital point, but his waist was inevitably scratched by the nine-tooth rake. A long gash was opened in Wuhundian's uniform, and blood spurted out from the wound.

The nine-tooth rake was originally an agricultural tool used for farming, but its special structure caused a large area of ​​​​wounds once it was hit, and it also stirred up nerves, making the wounds difficult to heal.

The severe pain in the waist rushed into his mind one after another, and the pain made Feng Ling's face suddenly turn pale and colorless.

Feng Ling knew that the battle could not be delayed for too long, otherwise, the three opponents could drag him to death just by bullying him blindly in a wheel battle.

With outstanding fighting qualities, Feng Ling immediately unfolded his soul rings the moment he stabilized his body. Two yellow hundred-year-old soul rings appeared at his feet and moved up and down around his legs. A Yin San was shocked to see People's eyes are straight.

Once upon a time, they also longed to have a century-old soul ring!

Ideal is plump, reality is skinny.

The real horror of this cruel Douluo Continent game is displayed in front of the players in an extremely real way, making them have to bow their heads and can only barely hold the ten-year soul ring. It is simply a nightmare!

"I want all three of you to die!"

With a roar filled with hatred, Feng Ling suddenly called out his martial spirit.

The Feng family is one of the famous families in the Tiandou Empire. The family has always had the beast spirit that inherits the wind attribute. Among them, those with extraordinary talents can even awaken the very rare beast spirit such as the two-headed wolf of gale.

Of course, as an unpopular young soul master in the Feng family branch, Feng Ling naturally did not awaken such an exaggeratedly powerful martial spirit, but just a very ordinary beast martial spirit, the Wind Wolf.

Soul power fluctuations appeared on Feng Ling's body, and the green soul power symbolizing the wind element was shawled dimly, and a ferocious wind wolf could be vaguely seen emerging behind Feng Ling.

"Wind Wolf! Possessed by a martial spirit!"

The Gale Wolf integrated into Feng Ling's body. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the hair on Feng Ling's body gradually became lush. Seven-tenths of the entire face was covered by wolf hair. At the same time, the nose became elongated and pointed, and the corners of the mouth were slightly A row of sharp fangs flashed with cold light, the joints of his hands became thicker, and curved and sharp claws shot out from the tips of his ten fingers.

Feng Ling's whole body swelled even more, and it was obvious that the clothes on her upper body were stretched tightly, outlining the outline of her strong chest muscles. Even because her body became stronger, the originally fitting top appeared too small, exposing her body. Eight solid abs on the belly.

In Douluo Continent, among the group of low-level soul masters, the beast soul soul masters have always surpassed the weapon soul soul masters.

This is not because the beast martial soul is superior to the weapon soul, but because in the early days, the physical fitness gap between soul masters was not that big. However, after the beast martial soul possessed the soul master, the physical fitness of the soul master increased sharply. Under this, he can often withstand the attacks of weapon soul masters and defeat his opponents.

It’s all a long story, but it actually takes just a split second.

The possession of the beast spirit could not be stopped at all, and A Yin and the other three could only watch Feng Ling complete the gorgeous transformation.

After the transformation, Feng Ling's whole person's feeling had undergone a 360° change. He was less human and more wild like a beast.

Feng Ling's nose twitched slightly. After being possessed by the martial spirit of the Gale Wolf Beast, he also inherited some of the characteristics of the Gale Wolf. His nose was very good, so he immediately found A Yin's location through scent tracking.

The wolf is a vengeful creature, and Feng Ling is also very vengeful.

"Got you!"

Feng Linghuo turned the wolf's head in the direction of A Yin. At this moment, A Yin was pressing down on the indigenous tour guide. Suddenly he felt a look full of murderous intent cast on him. A Yin had never known what sharpness was before. Stabbing on the back, now I finally feel that feeling personally, as if someone is holding a spear against my back, it's really creepy!

"Watch me tear you apart!"

Feng Ling let out a wolf-like howl, ducked his head to avoid the attack of Zhang San wielding a nine-tooth rake behind him, lowered his body forward, and dropped his limbs on the ground like a wolf, running faster than normal running on two legs. Be fast, just like a real storm wolf.

It is said that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. Feng Ling was temporarily blinded by A Yin's lime powder. Although he could not see him, his hatred for A Yin was like a torrential river. The saliva secreted from the corner of his mouth matched the ferocious look. His facial expression looked like he wanted to throw A Yin to the ground and then feast.

"Fuck?"

A Yin was startled.

A Yin had an idea and turned the hoe down, tripping the indigenous tour guide to the ground and using it as a shield from behind.

(End of this chapter)