[Douluo] How to break the villain camp!

"Second Soul Skill: Parasite."

The orange soul ring dimly lit up, and the blue silver grass wrapped around Feng Xiaotian's wrists and ankles like a snake.

"The first soul skill: Entangle." At the same moment, several strands of blue silver grass surged out from Tang San's palm and headed straight towards Feng Xiaotian.

"Wind blade array." Feng Xiaotian's hands formed wind blades and cut the oncoming blue silver grass into several broken pieces: "Damn it."

The dense blue silver grass blocked Feng Xiaotian's sight, and the sound of footsteps in the wind was covered by the sound of scattered grass blades. Feng Xiaotian anxiously pushed aside the grass blades blocking his view, only to find that Tang San was missing.

In the middle of his breath, a dark red blue and silver cage rose from the ground, trapping Feng Xiaotian in place.

The Ghostly Shadow was activated, and Tang San took treacherous steps and nimbly dodged behind Feng Xiaotian. He climbed onto the dragon and jumped, slashing towards Feng Xiaotian. At the same time, the blue silver cage was released, and the blue silver grass parasitic on Feng Xiaotian's legs snaked up, pulling him to kneel on the ground.

Feng Xiaotian was restrained by the Blue Silver Grass and couldn't move, so he took Tang San's kick forcefully.

The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the field.

Feng Xiaotian knelt on the ground with his right knee, and was violently dragged back half a meter by Lan Yincao, leaving several deep claw marks on the field. Feng Xiaotian lowered his head, his expression unclear. Everyone only heard a low laugh, and saw him raise his hand to take off the windproof mask on his face, and throw it casually outside the field.

"Tang San." Feng Xiaotian wiped away the blood on his lips: "I have to admit that you are a formidable opponent."

"Even so, I will defeat you."

Feng Xiaotian put his hands on his sides, and his second and third soul rings lit up at the same time around him. The wind element surged rapidly, and a pair of green wings slowly formed behind him. The wind element was like blood, flowing on every feather.

Feng Xiaotian stretched his wings and soared into the sky: "Tang San, you are the first person to try my self-created soul skills."

Tang San took a small step forward with his right leg, leaning his back slightly forward, a standard fighting stance: "Please."

Blue Silver Grass surged out from the palm of his hand and soon covered the entire playing field. Parasitism and spreading, under the output of 100% of the soul power, the leaves of Bluesilver Grass became extremely thick and tough, and extended into the air bit by bit.

Just when Lan Yincao was about to hook his ankle, Feng Xiaotian moved.

"The Wind Demonic Wolf, thirty-six consecutive cuts."

The emergence of self-created soul skills has made the competition reach its peak again.

Self-created soul skills are not as naturally formed as the soul skills given by a soul ring. It is perfected bit by bit by soul masters through constant exploration and training. It is more suitable for the soul master than ordinary soul skills, is more practical, more powerful, and consumes less soul power.

The arena was eerily quiet, and the howling of the wind disappeared.

The green light on Feng Xiaotian's wings faded away, and the edges of the sharp wings were also covered with a layer of harmless white. He turned his body slightly, as if looking for a special angle.

People in the viewing area couldn't help but ask: "What is he doing?"

Someone slapped me hard on the shoulder: "Look!"

The wings are slightly folded, and the legs are instantly exerted. Feng Xiaotian fell rapidly without making any sound during the whole process. The white light on the edges of the wings suddenly faded away, and the green spikes stretched out wantonly, glowing with a faint cold light under the sunlight.

Blue Silver Grass soared into the sky and turned into countless ghost-faced ivy, climbing towards Feng Xiaotian's body.

The green wings appeared, with a destructive force, crushing the blue silver grass into powder. Feng Xiaotian cleverly turned his body in the air, his second soul ring lit up slightly, and he activated the two wolves to possess him. With the addition of the second soul skill, his arms were perfectly integrated with Qingyi.

Tang San frowned, his expression extremely solemn, he poured all his soul power into his hands, and the mysterious jade hands became even whiter.

"Qiang." There was only a crisp impact sound, and Feng Xiaotian flew back into the air again with the help of the recoil. Tang San's feet were completely submerged under the ground, and blood surged on his cold white skin.

With only a moment to breathe, Feng Xiaotian continued his offensive, twisting his body to the right, and with a flash of green light on his right wing, he struck down again.

Tang San remained motionless, his eyes covered with a lavender cold light, as if he was judging Feng Xiaotian's movement trajectory. At the moment when Qingyi slashed down, Tang San raised his Xuanyu hand and used Tai Chi Liangyi's moves to deftly neutralize Feng Xiaotian's strength.

"Come again!" Feng Xiaotian shouted, his body rotated in mid-air, his wings struck downwards in a cycle, and he launched the third and fourth slashes in succession.

"Clang-clang-clang-clang-"

The sound of Qingyi and Xuanyu's hands clashing sounded continuously in the arena. The wind element set off violent shock waves, like waves at high tide, rolling in layer after layer.

The Wind Demon Wolf's thirty-six consecutive slashes have been stacked up to the eighth level.

Feng Xiaotian's fighting style was extremely subtle, and every time he struck, he could accurately hit the crack created by the previous cut. His speed is getting faster and faster, and his strength is also increasing exponentially, and his whole body has almost become a sharp blade. Feng Xiaotian's body was filled with violent wind elements, screaming to tear everything apart.

"Crack--" The railing ended its young life and fell to the ground crookedly. The air wave bounced off the protective cover, picking up grass and wood chips all over the ground.

Tang San's arm was almost numb from the shock, and there were even slight cracks in the indestructible black jade hand.

Is this the end?

"No." Tang San's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he saw black light surging in the palm of his left hand, and a small dark red hammer appeared. The hammer is small, almost inconspicuous. But if you take a closer look, you will be mesmerized by its exquisite carving patterns, and sigh that there is such a strange and ingenious thing in the world.

The small hammer continued to expand under the injection of soul power, and did not stop until it reached a size of five hundred kilograms.

"Come!" Tang San held the hammer with both hands, exerted force on his calves, used his legs to carry his waist, his belt to carry his back, and his back to carry his arms. He half-turned his body and faced Feng Xiaotian's ninth slash.

"哐——" The small hammer broke the tip of the blue wing.

Feng Xiaotian was in pain and was forced to take a few steps back. For a moment, he was unable to control his high-speed rotating body and was thrown high into the air.

Seeing the hammer in Tang San's hand, Feng Xiaotian was surprised and said: "Weapon? No, is this -"

……

On the throne, Emperor Xueye's eyes fell on this inconspicuous hammer: "Is this the Haotian Hammer?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty." Ning Fengzhi nodded, and his eyes glanced at the platinum bishop opposite him intentionally or unintentionally. He raised his voice slightly, with a smile in his words: "Tang San is the son of Haotian Douluo, and the soul skill he is using is one of the secrets of the Haotian Sect, Chaotic Cloak."

Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, Clear Sky Hammer, Twin Martial Spirits

These three extraordinary words have thrown a thunderous light on the three parties that appear peaceful but are actually undercurrents.

……

—Inside the arena—

Feng Xiaotian flapped his green wings and struck down decisively again. Tang San also responded with the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. The crisp collision sound is like rain hitting banana trees, continuous and continuous. After the first few collisions, Feng Xiaotian was still able to resist Tang Santing. As the number of confrontations continued to increase, his disadvantages were completely exposed.

Feng Xiaotian is like a piece of pig iron being hammered, being beaten, lifted, and tempered repeatedly.

At this point, he could no longer feel his arms and the wings behind him. What frightened him even more was that he found that he had completely lost control of his body. The Clear Sky Hammer seemed to have a special gravitational pull, pulling on his body with an irresistible force.

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and made a bold choice: "The nineteenth cut."

Feng Xiaotian's body was wrapped in cyan wind elements. Only a shrill sound was heard, a large rain of blood scattered in the air, and Feng Xiaotian unexpectedly shattered his own wings.

The broken green feather was infused with Feng Xiaotian's soul power and blood, and was thrown at Tang San with tyrannical energy. The wings snapped in response, and Feng Xiaotian instantly lost control of the airflow. His body hit the wall hard under the huge momentum, slid to the ground, and could no longer move.

Tang San didn't feel good either. Although the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique allowed him to avoid Qingyu's fatal attack, there were too many Qingyu. They poured down on him overwhelmingly, biting his shoulders, abdomen, and calves fiercely. .

Tang San could no longer mobilize the Blue Silver Grass to protect himself, and had to cut off the Clear Sky Hammer's supply of soul power.

Without the supply of soul power, the Clear Sky Hammer hit Tang San's feet with a 'dong' sound, embedding itself in the dark ground.

The hammer kept shrinking, shrinking, and finally dissipated into the air.

Both lose.

Tang San knelt on the ground, panting heavily, cold sweat soaking his back.

At this time, Feng Xiaotian's voice sounded faintly, and it sounded a little obscure: "Twin martial souls, right?"

The two-headed wolf was freed from its martial soul's possession at some point and was whimpering and circling around its master. Feng Xiaotian flexed his arms, trying to use his strength to get up, but was unable to do so.

"Yes." Tang San dragged his injured leg and limped towards Feng Xiaotian: "The name of the hammer is Haotian."

Feng Xiaotian's pupils shrank violently, and he smiled bitterly: "Haotian Hammer."

"Come." Tang San stretched out his hand toward Feng Xiaotian.

The referee flapped his wings and landed in the middle of the field. He looked left and right, not knowing how to pronounce the result of the game: "This"

Seems like a draw?

Feng Xiaotian: "Shenfeng Academy lost."

He looked at Tang San, his expression was magnanimous, and his eyes were clear: "I am convinced."

——tbc——