Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 48 Shameless

Feng Ling's eyes were temporarily blinded by A Yin's lime powder. He only heard a "pop" in his ears, but he did not know that the indigenous tour guide who was leading him fell to the ground, and he happened to be chasing A Yin. On the only way, his right foot was suddenly tripped by the body of the indigenous tour guide. The forward momentum caused his body to lean forward, and he was about to grab the ground with his head, and he fell to the ground.

A Yin looked back, feeling secretly proud in his heart, and winked at Zhang San and Da Sima who were around him, a sign of virtue that he could learn from his elder brother.

But soon, the smile that had just appeared on A Yin's face solidified.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling took a deep breath, kicked his other foot violently, contracted his abdomen inward for a moment, and exerted force on his waist and abdomen at the same time. Using the momentum of his body leaning forward, he did an extremely difficult flip in mid-air. The rolling action avoids falling.

When his feet landed firmly on the ground, A Yin, Zhang San, and Da Sima were all stunned.

"The old guys are shocked!"

"This NPC is ridiculously strong!"

"Holy shit! You can actually do this kind of action in the game? It's much better than ordinary turn-based games and role-playing games. I love it!"

"I love you sister, why don't you run away quickly?"

Hearing this, A Yin's whole body felt terrified.

He didn't have the demeanor of a master either. Seeing Feng Ling coming from behind, a strong wind rustled and he immediately crouched down.

Squatting down...

Come down...

Feng Ling couldn't see it with the naked eye, and because A Yin didn't move and made no sound at all, Feng Ling had no idea that someone would avoid it in such a stupid way.

After all, in the soul master world, the competition between soul masters is extremely cruel, and no one is willing to expose their fragile side.

There is no doubt that squatting directly on the ground and exposing one's back to the enemy are two things that most soul masters would not do.

Because of this, when Feng Ling werewolf jumped forward, he missed the target and flew over A Yin.

A normal person would probably have a blank mind at this time and not know what to do.

A Yin's mind was extremely flexible. He saw Feng Ling and himself changing their positions. Feng Ling was in front of him and she was behind Feng Ling. Moreover, the other party was lying on the ground like a wolf with his back pointed at him. , A Yin's eyes suddenly shone.

Don't get me wrong, A Yin didn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

He just quietly raised his martial soul hoe and pushed forward hard.

"Millennium Killing!"

A Yin secretly named his move. Naturally, A Yin would not read the name of the move aloud. Such second-level behavior had already been exhausted when he was in school, so what he does now matches his sharp-mouthed monkey cheek look. , looked extremely vulgar, which made Zhang San and Da Sima feel a chill in their lower bodies, and they kept a distance from A Yin in a tacit understanding.

A Yin's martial soul hoe can become larger and smaller. This is actually a relatively special ability of his martial soul. It is usually not of much use. At most, it saves effort when cultivating the land, but now it has produced Wonderful chemical reactions.

"laugh!"

The moment the hoe entered his body, Feng Ling's face turned green!

Do not!

No man would be able to withstand such a strong attack!

"what!"

A miserable scream resounded through the sky, and Feng Ling flew away from A Yin like lightning. His legs were trembling and he couldn't exert any strength, and his whole mental outlook was greatly weakened.

"Damn!"

Feeling the sharp pain coming from somewhere in his body, Feng Ling's heart twitched. He felt that today was the most unlucky day in his life. He met such a shameless villain and used such vile means. The moves are not what a soul master should look like at all.

"You are simply the scum of a soul master!"

Feng Ling roared helplessly, venting the anger and depression in his heart.

A Yin leaned on the hoe, and was still in the mood to sing with a playful smile:

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, and your smile has turned yellow."

A Yin's lyrics are just like rubbing salt into Feng Ling's wounds, and they are the kind that increase the volume and price!

The anger of being played by a weak chicken and the humiliation of being attacked by a weak chicken were like adding fuel to Feng Ling's fire. He was so angry that he went straight to his head. There was no room for rational thinking in his mind, and only one thought remained in his mind. Medium roar:

"I must kill you!"

Feng Ling fell down on all fours again and ran towards A Yin.

Only this time, due to the constant pain from the wound, his running posture was a bit strange, and his speed was greatly affected.

While A Yin was using his words to draw Fengling's attention aside, Da Sima and Zhang San were not idle either. Da Sima kept calling out the martial spirit ropes, and together with Zhang San, he pulled out the ropes one by one. The ropes were connected between the trees. Under the influence of the winding soul skills, these ropes formed a tight spider web, waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap like moths flying into a flame.

If Feng Ling could still see things with his eyes, he would naturally not fall into the trap, let alone fall into such an obvious trap.

After all, if Da Sima wants to put up such a formation on the spot, it will not only take time, but also require the joint efforts of two people, which is a very useless choice.

But now, with the previous gap, Da Sima miraculously managed it.

When Feng Lingfei jumped into the spider web made of ropes, he immediately felt great inconvenience.

Every time he walked a certain distance, a rope would knock him down, which greatly reduced the effect of his beast spirit possession, and he was unable to display the speed he was always proud of.

What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that these ropes were not ordinary ropes, but weapon spirits.

As we all know, the weapon soul is a magical creation that is closely connected with the soul of the soul master, and is not an ordinary object.

It is as difficult to destroy a weapon spirit as it is to destroy a person's soul.

Therefore, even if Feng Ling wanted to use his claws to forcefully tear open a road, he would be completely unable to do so!

On the contrary, perhaps because the player's mental power is relatively strong, Da Sima was able to control the rope from a distance, causing the originally stationary rope to continuously shake, making it more difficult for Feng Ling to move forward.

Moreover, when Feng Ling got caught in the rope spider web, he had no way to escape!

A Yin had a wicked smile on his face, and he and Zhang San were attacking from both sides with weapons and spirits.

Following A Yin's lesson, Zhang San was very cautious. He basically hit him and ran back, not giving Feng Ling a chance to confront him head-on, so as not to give Feng Ling the advantage of soul master level suppression.

The nine-tooth rake has a long weapon and a large damage range. This style of play is undoubtedly very uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)