Douluo: I robbed Tang San of his chance

Soon, several people had already registered for the next battle.

Qin Feng was also notified to go to the NO.15 theater to accept the challenge.

"Brother, you must be careful."

Qin Feng said: "Don't worry, I will give up if you don't."

Under the witness of everyone, Qin Feng walked into the competition venue.

NO.15 In the middle of the venue stood a man wearing a black robe. The man was holding a scimitar. When he saw Qin Feng walking into the venue, he suddenly showed an excited expression.

It was the excitement of blood.

The audience outside the stadium cheered and cheered. In their eyes, these two people are just toys in the competition venue. As long as they can make themselves happy, it is worth spending any amount of money.

In addition, fighting in the Soto Spirit Arena is rarely seen all year round. This is undoubtedly not the most exciting game for everyone.

On the big screen, the strength and names of two people suddenly appeared.

Sword Soul: Level 38 attack-type battle soul master.

Blood Wolf, level 35 agility system war soul master, martial soul blood demon scimitar.

In other words, the weapon in the man's hand is his martial spirit.

Xue Lang narrowed his eyes, "I didn't expect that you, a guy with thin skin and tender flesh, would actually be a level 38 Soul Lord. It's a bit interesting. However, I have killed no less than three high-level Soul Lords. It's too late to admit defeat now." .”

Facing the threat of the blood wolf, Qin Feng stood on the spot and smiled lightly, "Haha, if you give in now, maybe I can spare your life."

"Oh? I didn't expect that you are young and your tone is not young. Since you are seeking death, I will send you home to meet your father."

As he spoke, the aura on the blood wolf suddenly burst out, yellow, yellow and purple, and the three soul rings also lit up at the same time when he activated his martial soul.

The host shouted, "The game begins!"

As the bell rang, Xuelang took the lead in attacking. With a wave of his right hand, the scimitar quickly spun and rushed towards Qin Feng's direction.

Qin Feng had no expression on his face. After looking at the scimitar that was so close, he took a step back and ducked sideways. The bloody scimitar passed by him.

The blood wolf did not panic. Looking at Qin Feng who was avoiding, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Do you think this is the end? The first soul skill, the bloody light blade!"

In an instant, the scimitar seemed to come alive and rotated rapidly in mid-air. After charging, it rushed back with thunderous force.

Qin Feng glanced at the scimitar flying behind him, waved his right hand lightly, and a silver-white long sword suddenly appeared behind him.

When the two collided together, sparks flew from the sword.

"Damn it!" Xue Lang's expression changed, he stopped abruptly, put his hands on his chest, and the second soul ring on his body quietly merged into his body at this moment, "Second soul skill, Blood Blade Clone!"

Using the blood-colored scimitar's body to exert force, the entire weapon split into two, and aimed at Qin Feng again.

Qin Feng took a step forward, and the light yellow halo on his body merged into his body at this moment.

"The first soul skill, piercing through the air!"

The unparalleled strong sword energy light was suddenly released, and the blood wolf couldn't help but change his face. He could retract the two scimitars of the clone and merge them together to form a moon-like weapon.

"The third soul skill, scimitar body protection!"

But this time, Xue Lang still underestimated Qin Feng's strength. When the sword energy collided with his martial spirit, Xue Lang already felt that something was wrong.

The strong sense of oppression made people's sweat flow down involuntarily, and even their bodies trembled at a distance.

Not to mention the three-level difference in soul power between the two people, even if they are martial souls, the gap between the two is huge.

The blood wolf's scimitar martial spirit is just the most ordinary weapon. Even if there is a faint blood-colored aura, it cannot change the hardness of his body.

But Qin Feng is different. His martial spirit is the Seven Killing Sword. There are very few people in the entire Douluo Continent who have the Seven Killing Sword martial spirit. In his knowledge, only Ken Dao Chen Xin owns it.

Putting aside his rarity, the descendants of the entire Chen family are all in the realm of Titled Douluo, and even all of them are Titled Douluo above level 95.

It is even infinitely close to such an existence.

Suddenly a crisp sound resounded in the competition venue, and the blood blade in front of the blood wolf was broken. An extremely violent sense of oppression made the soul master's expression suddenly change.

Seeing that his martial spirit was about to be broken, and the sword energy released by Qin Feng continued to increase in strength, Xue Lang decisively gave up his martial spirit and immediately stepped back dozens of meters away, and his blood blade was completely broken.

Everyone on the field held their breath. Qin Feng looked like he was only a teenager, but he actually shattered the blood wolf spirit. Who is this guy?

Qin Feng put his left hand behind his back and held the Seven Kills Sword in his right hand, staring coldly at the blood wolf not far away.

"Admit defeat, you are not my opponent."

Xue Lang laughed, "Boy, I admit that you are very strong. The quality of your martial spirit is several times that of mine. But since I am participating in a life-and-death spirit battle, I have no intention of leaving here alive. You should be buried with me."

As he spoke, the whole person turned into a ball of light and shadow, and rushed over quickly. A dagger appeared in the palm of his right hand. It seemed that he was determined to die.

Seeing this, Qin Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense. He bent his body slightly downwards, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and looked at the blood wolf rushing up. His body finally moved.

Accompanied by the flash of swords and shadows, a scream resounded throughout the Soto Great Spirit Fighting Arena.

Xue Lang lowered his head with difficulty and saw a bowl-sized wound on his chest. His heart was completely destroyed by this blow.

"You!" Xue Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. Finally, he could no longer hold his body up and fell down heavily.

Blood was pouring out from his wounds, and you could tell without even looking that he was dying.

Qin Feng didn't feel any guilt. In this life-and-death soul fighting competition, it was you and me. If he didn't kill him, he might be killed by someone else.

The host was the first to confirm the life breath of the blood wolf. After confirming his death, he shouted, "Sword Soul wins!"

People around him shouted, and under the witness of everyone, Qin Feng returned to Xiao Wu and the others.

Flanders glanced at Qin Feng and said, "Don't act so recklessly next time. Your life is precious. Don't get hurt because of experience."

Qin Feng replied: "Without the experience of life and death, I will never grow up."

Ma Hongjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with difficulty: "No, did you really kill that person? That was a life, a living person!"

"Here, the strong are respected. If I don't kill him, he will kill me, like the man on site three!"