[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

The long incense burns as soon as it is lit, and white smoke suddenly rises from the head of the incense to the air, and then disperses into the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Wuji held his hands together, moved his wrists, and slowly walked to the opposite side of them. The two sides faced each other, with half a court in between. The five people immediately stood up, with Tang San at the head, and Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu on the left and right sides. , Ating stood in front of Ning Rongrong, blocking her tightly.

Looking at this formation, Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up, and without any further delay, he dodged and rushed towards the opposite side.

At the same time, two rays of yellow light lit up on Ning Rongrong's body. She put her hands together, and then suddenly spread out. The dazzling colored light burst out and quietly hovered on her right palm, revealing a bright rainbow pagoda. .

"The seven treasures have names, one is called strength, and the other is called speed."

The words suddenly fell, and before Zhao Wuji could react, he was tied up tightly by grass and vines that shot up from the ground in an instant.

The grass and vines were blue and black, with amazing binding force, which restricted his speed a lot. Zhao Wuji was forced to stop and gather his strength. His burly body instantly expanded in a circle, and seven circles of light rose from his feet, two yellow, two The pressure of purple, three black, and the seven-ringed soul saint pressed down on the five of them like a huge boulder.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly jumped up and flew behind Zhao Wuji. She raised her eyes and turned her five fingers into claws, aiming at several of his vital points and falling heavily.

Naturally, Zhao Wuji couldn't hide the movement behind him. He frowned, and as soon as the yellow light on his body lit up, Zhu Zhuqing's all-out attack was like scratching an itch, without hurting him at all.

The next moment, a strong wind rushed straight to his door. Zhao Wuji concentrated his mind and struggled with his arms. The blue and black grass vines shattered in the blink of an eye. Zhu Zhuqing was knocked away a few meters. She tied her feet, The moment Xiao Wu arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, he found the opportunity and rushed forward again.

Annoyed by being entangled one after another, Zhao Wuji held Xiao Wu's ankle with one hand and blocked the sharp claws on the side with the other. He curled his lips and his eyes were like blades, falling on Ning Rongrong at the end of the formation.

Being held by his ankle, Xiao Wu clenched his teeth, turned his body in the air, and kicked Zhao Wuji hard in the tiger's mouth with his other foot. The moment he let go in pain, he raised his waist arch and turned his body backwards. His hands cut into Zhao Wuji's knee joints.

"The little girl's soft skills are pretty good." Zhao Wuji waved his hands, using his elbows to block Zhu Zhuqing's attack. He raised his legs, unable to avoid Xiao Wu's hands, and his soul power penetrated his body, shocking her instead. open.

The blue silver grass spiraled up and wrapped around the waists of Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, pulling them away in time.

The restraint was broken, Tang San's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and without any hesitation, he rushed forward with a single step.

Bluesilver grass that was several times thicker than before grew up suddenly at Zhao Wuji's feet. The grass and vines were once again entangled. Zhao Wuji was startled for a moment. When he saw Tang San coming towards him, he deliberately slowed down and did not break through immediately. Opening the entanglement of blue silver grass, I didn't pay too much attention to the color of the vine that was different from just now.

This was a good opportunity. Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to make a move, his wrist was caught by Xiao Wu. She shook her head and winked.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned and paused temporarily. Xiao Wu pursed her lower lip and turned to look at Ating. After meeting her eyes, she pulled Zhu Zhuqing away, and the two of them stood up and ran towards different places. Position, three people each in one corner, forming a triangle attack.

Zhao Wuji secretly thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly accumulated his strength, and the two thousand-year soul rings suddenly lit up. At this time, if the three people got close together, they would undoubtedly be injured.

Not understanding the motives of the three people, Zhao Wuji reserved some strength and did not immediately use his soul skills.

At this moment, his whole body was shaken, and a chill ran down his back. His eyes were filled with white flowers, and he could see nothing clearly.

There was a buzz in his head, and a clear chant entered his ears, like a drop of water penetrating a stone. It stung his ears, and he finally regained some consciousness. The next moment, the chant changed to it again. Zhao Wuji's pupils expanded slightly, and he was tactful. In the soft singing, he seemed to see the boundless sea, the sun was golden and red, and the waves were getting faster and faster, jumping hundreds of meters high, carrying white sand and hitting his chest.

The pain was so clear that Zhao Wuji groaned, his eyes slightly misty.

The water light protected his ears, but Tang San was not affected by the groan in the slightest. He didn't dare to slacken his strength, and after landing a punch, he used all his strength again.

Xiao Wu held her breath slightly, not daring to make any sound. She and Zhu Zhuqing were on each side, both using their strength, waiting for Tang San to throw another punch.

The chanting in his ears suddenly became louder, but the voice became softer and softer. Zhao Wuji's early-Qing consciousness fell into chaos again. He entered the sea uncontrollably. The water was as silky as silk, and it surrounded him. He It was as if he heard the soft and clear sounds of dolphins and the long and ancient roar of giant whales. The sea water enveloped him, and where the waves were not flat, the huge waves rose again and crashed down on him menacingly.

Tang San loosened his five fingers, turned his fist into a palm, sucked his palm back, controlled the crane and captured the dragon in an instant, Zhao Wuji's body stumbled forward, he was still in a daze, and he felt that he was about to be overturned in the huge waves. Tang San reached forward with his right foot and kicked him at the tip of his toes. Then he shouted loudly and raised his arms suddenly, lifting Zhao Wuji's body high.

A Ting watched them closely. While Tang San was shouting loudly, her chanting suddenly became sharper. Ning Rongrong turned her wrist quickly and brought the pagoda to her chest. The palm of her hand was filled with colorful light, and her whole body felt like a bath. In Luoxiahui, all the soul power from around the body was poured into it, and the first and second floors of the pagoda shone again, and four rays of light fell on Ating and Tang San.

A Ting frowned, her eyes were deep blue, and circles of water lines expanded outwards. From her feet, ice grew densely, and the temperature was suddenly cold.

The aperture of the second soul ring suddenly brightened, and Ning Rongrong took a breath. She stood behind Ating, and the frost-white cold air spread, making her shrink from the cold.

Before the chanting stopped, as the concentration of soul power increased, A Ting's appearance changed slightly, and she gave birth to moon-blue ear fins.

Light scales appeared under his eyes, his fingers were sharp and sharp, his hands were gently clasped in front of him, and the phantom of the siren behind him became clearer and clearer.

Zhao Wuji's body was completely in the air. Tang San raised his arms and looked at Xiao Wu. She immediately understood and jumped up, wrapping her legs around Zhao Wuji's waist. She arched her waist back and grabbed his ankles with both hands. The first soul ring on her body burst out with light. She quickly spun around with Zhao Wuji's body three times, then turned around, causing his head to rush down. She turned sideways, exposing Zhao Wuji's vital parts, and smashed him hard. toward the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly stood up and attacked his vital points while he was struggling for consciousness. Then she avoided it, and the blue silver grass tightly bound Zhao Wuji and brought him to the ground freely.

There was a loud bang, and Zhao Wuji woke up. His face was facing down, and the clothes on his body were shattered into pieces. With his hands on the ground, he slowly stood up, and his seven soul rings lit up again.

"You little bastards..." Zhao Wuji hissed when he touched the wound. His face was gloomy, obviously angry.

The Blue Silver Grass separated from the body and was withdrawn, and then several people saw clearly what Zhao Wuji looked like after being possessed by the martial spirit.

His body is covered with brown hair and his muscles are bulging. He is over two meters tall and looks like a giant.

His brown eyes wandered past several people. Zhao Wuji patted his head and stared at Ating for a while. He laughed heartily: "I didn't pay attention to you little girl just now..."

Tang San lowered his eyes coldly, blocking Zhao Wuji's sight. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing each stood on his side, covering A Ting and Ning Rongrong behind them.

The frost had not receded, and Zhao Wuji noticed something was wrong. He looked down and found that his legs and feet had been firmly frozen by the ice.

Tang San's eyes flashed and he shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Wu, Meteor Man Hammer."

The grass and vines were wrapped around him, Xiao Wu tiptoed, and quickly spun along with the strength of the blue silver grass. Ating's second soul skill, Freeze, specifically limited his movement. Zhao Wuji was unable to move at this time. As long as the Meteor Man Hammer found an opening, he would Can hurt him.

Several grass vines stirred rapidly. Zhao Wuji moved his head back and raised his hand to pat Xiao Wu's feet. Tang San controlled the grass vines to bend and brushed against Zhao Wuji's arm. Xiao Wu kicked down, just in time. Kicked Zhao Wuji's wrist.

Zhu Zhuqing flashed behind Zhao Wuji, and the netherworld's hundred claws fell towards the back of Zhao Wuji's neck.

A Ting narrowed her eyes and stared at their attacks. Suddenly, she noticed that the yellow light on Zhao Wuji was bright. This was the soul skill being used and he was accumulating power!

Her expression changed in shock, and her first soul ring suddenly lit up: "Xiao San! Use the blue silver grass to pull them away! Back away!"

Tang San's heart was shaken, and he followed the instructions without hesitation. Almost at the same time, after he quickly pulled Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing away from each other with the blue silver grass, there was a roar from Zhao Wuji's side.

Golden light burst out, and powerful pressure and defense expanded outward in an instant. Tang San swayed, and salty blood rushed to his throat. He forced himself to stand, and controlled the blue silver grass to avoid it a few meters away.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were not injured at all, but they were staggered by the aftermath of the soul power.

King Fudo Ming's body was both offensive and defensive. Although it was endowed by a century-old soul ring, it was still extremely powerful when used by the soul saint's hands. The ice around Zhao Wuji cracked. He moved his sore legs and feet and looked ahead. The three of them were a little surprised when they saw that they were safe and sound: "You can actually react..."

No, Zhao Wuji looked away and looked at Ating behind him.

Sure enough, it was this little girl who discovered it first. He had deliberately delayed the time to use his first soul skill just now, just to catch him by surprise and catch him off guard, but unexpectedly, she was the first to move forward.

Zhao Wuji thought of the moan that hit his ears again just now, and sighed secretly. Fortunately, he used the soul skill in time, otherwise he would have almost fallen into that little girl's trap again.

When the two yellow lights dimmed, Atin suddenly lost her strength. She knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Ning Rongrong exclaimed, and she hurriedly knelt down and held her arm: "How are you?!"

Tang San turned around following the sound, a look of horror on his face, his palms clenched tightly, his dark eyes darkened, frightening people.

"A Ting!" Xiao Wu ran over and supported her with Ning Rongrong. A Ting coughed a few times and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Zhao Wuji clasped his hands behind his back, frowned, and looked at Tang San again: "That little girl's injury is serious. She can no longer use her soul power. Are you still here?"

Tang San didn't move. He had his back to Zhao Wuji and looked straight behind him. Ating rested his head on Xiao Wu's shoulder and raised his eyes to look at him. Their eyes met. The dark look in his eyes The cold light slowed down a bit, and Atin shook his head lightly.

The pain in his palm made him tremble, Tang San twitched the corners of his lips towards her, and then turned around to face Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the incense that was about to burn out, frowned and said irritably: "What? Are you still planning to come?"

Seeing that someone was injured, Dai Mubai, who was watching the game from the sidelines, quickly walked to Atina. He lowered his body and took a look at her injury: "Why don't you leave the game first? You can't heal the injury by spending time here."

"If I retreat alone, I won't affect them, right?" Atin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up with difficulty.

Dai Mubai saw her standing up with support, but his eyes became confused: "Don't worry, it won't affect them."

Pushing Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's hands away, she nodded and walked off the trial ground.

"A Ting..." Xiao Wu stamped her feet and looked at her anxiously: "Why don't you let me go down with you?"

"You haven't lost yet, why should you step down?" Atin's soul power was exhausted and she had no strength at all. She staggered to the side and sat under a tree. The jade bird flew down from the tree and landed on her shoulder. When Dai Mubai wasn't paying attention, he leaned into her ear and said, "You're so scared. There's such a huge gap in soul power. You still dare to use your first soul skill to hypnotize others. Fortunately, that soul saint didn't kill you..."

Ating didn't say anything, she closed her eyes tiredly, the little guy was right, mentally interfering with a soul saint when he was using his soul skills. If Zhao Wuji hadn't spared a hand, she might have been injured even more seriously than she was now.

"I don't want to continue the trial with you." Tang San stood in front of him alone, and said calmly: "I want to compete with you alone, and it will only take one stick of incense. If after one stick of incense, I If we can still stand without falling, then let the five of us enroll in Shrek at the same time."

"What if you fall after a stick of incense?" Zhao Wuji looked at him with a half-smile, "Besides, without their help, do you think you can survive a stick of incense?"

Tang San's eyelashes trembled, the coldness in his eyes softened slightly. He suppressed the injury inside and didn't take a step back: "My partner is injured, I will fight you myself."

The implication is that you and I should fight alone, and don’t bully others.

Zhao Wuji couldn't help laughing. He was more and more satisfied with these children. After listening to Tang San's words, he nodded directly: "Okay, I won't be nagging, I will do as you say."

Seeing his agreement, Tang San felt a little calmer. He winked at Xiao Wu behind him and raised his chin towards the audience.

Xiao Wu naturally agreed, she jumped out of the trial venue, turned around and ran to Atina.

One after another, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong retreated, leaving only Tang San and Zhao Wuji standing on the trial ground.

With Fudou Mingwang's defensive power, Tang San's hidden weapons were basically at a disadvantage. He and Zhao Wuji tried their best to test each other's weaknesses. After a stick of incense came down, Tang San's body was still clean, but Zhao Wuji was beaten to a state of despair and embarrassment. His face was covered in blood and he was hit with many hidden weapons. Compared with Tang San, he was extremely miserable.

After fighting for a long time, he had beaten himself into this state of virtue. After removing the hidden weapon, Zhao Wuji bit into the recovery sausage as if to vent his anger, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Dai Mubai stepped forward to help Tang San and carried him to the tree where Ating was sitting. He asked for a recovery sausage and stuffed it into Tang San's hand. Dai Mubai looked at him with a smile: "I didn't see that. Ah, you are the first student among us who can beat Teacher Zhao so hard."

Tang San leaned against the tree weakly. He handed the sausage in his hand to Xiao Wu, then tilted his head and passed out.

The jade bird nestled on Atin's shoulder turned its head in disgust and flapped its wings, trying to pull the human's face away from him.

"Both of them passed out..." Xiao Wu held a sausage and squatted there with Zhu Zhuqing eye to eye. After a while, with the help of Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai, they took them to the dormitory.

When A Ting woke up, it was already dusk. She was lying in a wooden house, covered with a thin quilt. She turned her head and the sapphire bird was nestled beside her pillow.

"A Ting, are you awake?" Xiao Wu hurriedly came over. She wiped A Ting's face with a clean cloth and said slowly: "You scared me to death. You can't do it next time." We can’t be so impulsive.”

"Are we...enrolled?" A Ting sat up, caught the little guy who jumped into his arms, looked at Xiao Wu, and asked uncertainly: "Have we passed?"

"Well, Third Brother won, and we all came in." Xiao Wu put the cloth in the basin, stretched out her hand to tease the jade bird in her arms, and sighed: "Seeing you injured, Third Brother and I can I’m so anxious.”

"Where is the mistress?" A Ting frowned, grabbed Xiao Wu's hand, and said worriedly: "You are not injured, are you?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Third brother passed out in the end." Xiao Wu quickly told her what happened next. Atin remained silent and sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

"A Ting? What's the matter with you?" Xiao Wu waved her hand in front of her eyes. A Ting raised her lower eyelashes and pursed her pale lips. She was in a state of confusion, as if she was holding a bucket of water. Unstable: "I'm fine."

Her eyes were clear, as if she was remembering someone, and her eyes dimmed slightly: "I'm just a little worried, I'm fine."

Xiao Wu groaned, not understanding her change. The jade bird moved its body. The little guy listened carefully. It raised its head, just enough to see the darkness in A Ting's eyes. It narrowed its big black eyes. , said nothing.

In the evening, the village became quiet. The night was clear and the moon was bright, which made people feel comfortable. In the dense forest outside the village, a man in a cloak was walking back and forth. There was some blood on him, and he walked alone without saying a word. In the forest.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and a pair of falcon-like eyes lifted up from under his cloak. He looked calmly forward, and slowly raised his right hand. Dark light condensed in his palm, and a huge hammer appeared with dark carvings. , extremely complicated. Looking at the hammer weighing a hundred kilograms, this man could hold it effortlessly. He was silent and swung the hammer directly forward.

The giant hammer was swung out, with a strong wind and a faint cold light like a star, breaking open a corner of the man's robe.

"Qingmao."

The words suddenly fell, and the frosty spirit poured out, chasing the sound of the sword, which seemed to tear open the empty night. The ice was cold for miles, silent, the cicadas chirped in the cold, and the wind suddenly stopped.

Gu Xiu walked out of the darkness, stood in a cold environment, and met the man's eyes.

With a flick of his finger, the long sword returned. He twisted a piece of clothes brought back by Qing Zhao, his brows stretched, his lips parted, and his words were as cold as ice: "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and Haotian's power has not diminished."

The man put away the hammer, glanced at the corner of Gu Xiu's discarded clothes, and slightly twitched his lips: "Qing Zhuo is just like before."

Gu Xiu pulled off his cloak, and his frosty hair was gone. His eyebrows and eyes had not changed, and he was still the beautiful face of more than ten years ago, but the desolate situation had tired him to the point where he looked lonely and deserted now.

"Qing Zhuo hasn't changed, but Gu Xiu has."

The moonlight covered his clothes, and the frosty wind tightened. His dark eyes were fixed on that person, as cold and lonely as Qing Zhuo's sword intent: "Tang Hao, why are you here?"