Douluo Premium Survival Guide

On the white marble battlefield, two figures kept intertwining, one holding a two-handed sword and the other holding a black scythe.

The human-eating hook and sickle, the silver-white sword shadow, the two swords parried each other dangerously and dangerously, stagnating in mid-air, and the silver-white sparks kept blooming on the biting sword and sickle, making a heart-wrenching sound. The sound of clashing.

The students who were fighting outside the platform all looked surprised. It turned out that a Tianwei-level student could struggle with a Tianzhi-level student in the fighting class, and they did not show any signs of defeat. Instead, they became more and more courageous as they fought.

"This is really He Chuang. When did he become so weak..."

"You weak ass, how did you get the name Crazy He?"

"Um...actually, I was beaten just yesterday."

Hearing this, the two people who were arguing obviously paused for a moment, and then the student who spoke first looked at the young man in the Tianwei-level uniform on the platform, and said in a complicated tone: "That means his opponent is too strong..."

When the person next to him heard this, he didn't hide his disdain and said, "You haven't been beaten by Madman He, so I'm not sure."

The man smiled bitterly, "It's true that he doesn't want to believe that he is not as good as a Tianwei level person."

"...It seems like no one wants to believe it."

...

In a short time, the scythe and the two swords struck each other again, and the sound of the clash of swords sounded like thunder, piercing everyone's ears.

He Chuang's face was as green as a glacier, and his eyes seemed to have been blown away by the cold wind. His face was frighteningly gloomy, but his hands kept moving, and the silver-white swords made waves of sword shadows, and they danced upward again.

But his opponent didn't look down upon him at all. The black scythe was swung in the young man's hand like a python, and the scythe blade was as breathtaking as a life-threatening ghost.

The fierce confrontation between the two was dizzying, and the strong wind caused the students watching the battle to unconsciously narrow their eyes.

"How can I lose!"

Suddenly, a bunch of blood sprayed on his left arm. He Chuang wiped away the blood splashed on his face, decisively abandoned the sword in his left hand and replaced it with a single sword in both hands. He shouted and slashed forward, but he didn't stop. In defense, even if he is strangled by the black scythe, he has no scruples.

"Attention!"

Outside the battle stage, Teacher Tian Zhiji, who noticed He Chuang's purpose, immediately shouted.

This sentence is neither a reminder to He Chuang's opponents nor a reminder to He Chuang who exchanged injuries for injuries, but a reminder to the several students waiting in the inner circle of the battle platform at any time, students in the auxiliary department who have healing abilities.

Faced with He Chuang's sudden increase in offensive, Yan Ning frowned, leaned back, used both arms, and drew a large circle diagonally with the black scythe held in both hands, and swept away the silver sword in He Chuang's hand with a clang. , causing it to lose momentum immediately.

However, even if He Chuang lost both swords, he still didn't care. After adjusting his body shape, he came close to him again.

The sickle blade in Yan Ning's hand had just touched the ground. When he saw this, he had no time to turn the sickle, so he had to put his elbow on the sickle pole, turn the sickle handle into a spear and hit He Chuang's chest.

Boom...!

With a deep sound accompanied by tiny bone cracks, the bare-handed He Chuang was instantly blown away. A few wisps of blood sprayed from his closed teeth, and then he rolled several times on the white marble floor before he managed to stabilize his trembling body. shape.

"The victory is divided!"

A voice sounded, and the next moment, the yellow or purple soul rings under the feet of the students in the inner circle of the battle platform lit up one by one, and various healing soul skills were directed towards He Chuanghui on the battle platform as if they did not need soul power.

In an instant, He Chuang's complexion returned to that before the battle. He looked coldly at the teacher who had judged the result of the battle, and then looked at Yan Ning standing in the center of the battle stage.

He Chuang licked the blood on his lips, spat out blood foam, and stared at Yan Ning's sleeve like a wolf looking at its prey.

"You can't use a knife if you have one."

He Chuangdao.

The unclear students around him were stunned, but Yan Ning glanced at He Chuang in surprise, and then took the initiative to raise the thick dark green dagger in his hand, "It is a very picky eater, and I only brought it out to prevent you from having other problems." means."

After saying this, Yan Ning gave up the idea of ​​chatting and walked off the fighting stage. He finally discovered that this person named He Chuang was either a psycho or a lunatic, the kind of lunatic who loved to fight to death.

You actually blame yourself for not stabbing him with a knife?

Look, this is what normal people would say!

...

"Yan Ning, this name is going to cause a stir in the academy..."

"The perfect Tianwei-level leader didn't run away!"

"...I think there will be more to the Tianwei level. If the soul power level goes up... Tianzhiji might be able to handle it."

"..."

Talking about it, talking to themselves, for a while, the students around them started talking.

Tianwei class defeated Tianzhiji, and this Tianwei class is still new, Tianzhiji is still at the forefront of combat power, this is undoubtedly a topic of great concern.

Although the use of soul power is prohibited in fighting courses, and the soul rings and soul skills that soul masters are most proud of have lost the chance to be used, leaving only a pair of fists and feet, this happens to be difficult for ordinary people to overcome and improve. To a certain extent, It can better represent a person's strength and weakness.

'No one's soul power is inexhaustible.

A soul master awakens his martial soul and moves forward from the beginning of the soul warrior to the title Douluo at the end. During this long journey, he will experience countless setbacks and trials.

Fighting with soul beasts, fighting with soul masters, fighting with all kinds of difficulties, there will always be a moment when your soul power is exhausted. No one can guarantee that they can avoid this situation.

At that moment, all you can rely on is your own fists. '

This is what the teachers of the fighting class have always said. Of course, some people will be disdainful of it, but no one will call them stupid, because no one knows whether those who hold a disapproving attitude will have any other power.

Maybe he has a titled dad with a background from the seven major sects.

As long as there are soul masters, there are very few people with dull IQs, not to mention the Tiandou Royal Academy, which is composed of many nobles. Luxury and corruption are not everything a noble has. On the contrary, because of their knowledge and more opportunities, nobles with some brains can be very successful. It is easy to distinguish the pros and cons and overcome the long journey that ordinary people take.

In short, more people will still take the teacher's words to heart. Therefore, few people will underestimate this young man who has blossomed his talent in fighting courses. Instead, they will be afraid of him and put him in the column where they cannot be enemies.

...

The teacher of the course did not stop the already chaotic classroom discipline. Instead, he took the initiative to stay out of everyone's sight, allowing them to discuss more freely.

Tiandou Royal Academy has been quiet for a long time. This kind of disturbance caused by a certain student has not happened to a new face for a long time. Every academy will need such an incident to stimulate the students' competitiveness and competitiveness, let alone The Tiandou Royal Academy is relaxed and peaceful.

The Tianwei-level students are dawdling around, the Tianzhi-level students are working hard, and the Tiandou-level students are practicing hard. This is not what the senior officials of Tiandou Royal Academy want.

The backbone needs to be replaced. For a college, a steady stream of new forces and a good college atmosphere are more important than the glory of geniuses, otherwise the college will only go downhill.