Douluo: I, Zhu Zhuqing, want to kill God!

"So fast! Is this a fighting instinct or did you anticipate it?" Zhao Wuji tensed his muscles and pounced on Zhu Zhuqing like a hungry wolf.

The incense has long been burned out, and he who has aroused the desire to fight does not want to be extinguished in the middle of his excitement.

"Night." Darkness swallows up the light, and dark night falls.

The accompanying soul skills produced by the fusion of the first soul skill after entering the God Forging Art, within the scope of the night, a person's vision is almost the same as that of a blind man.

Outside the night, Xiao Wu frowned, and the golden-red light in his eyes burned like a flame. Only then could he barely see clearly the crazy collision between Zhu Zhuqing, who was dancing with his sickle, and Zhao Wuji, who was waving his bear claws in the darkness.

Tang San's eyes were covered in purple, and as soon as he looked into the night, it felt as if he was being pricked by needles, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

The armed Zhu Zhuqing fought against the unarmed Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji was naturally the loser, but he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, his hands were like steel blades, and he had rich fighting experience, so he fought Zhu Zhuqing back and forth. .

Zhu Zhuqing's sickle is made of pure force. It has low loss, strong power, and can be made anytime and anywhere. It is simply another version of the enhanced soul skill.

With his soul power depleted, Zhao Wuji became more and more excited. Even the old guy Flanders didn't dare to confront him head-on. He only dared to fly in the sky and launch wretched long-range attacks. He didn't expect that he would now have a head-to-head confrontation with a soul master. He was almost pressed down and beaten, but he didn't feel that there was anything shameful about it. Strength was respected, so what's wrong with the low level?So what if there are few soul rings?He who can fight is the king!

"Hahaha! Comfortable! This is the way I want to fight!" Zhao Wuji punched the sickle that was tilted towards him. He didn't care about the wound on his fist and shook his hand as if he felt no pain, letting out a hearty laugh. "My soul power is almost exhausted, it's time to end!"

When Zhu Zhuqing heard this, the sickle in his hand turned into blood and dispersed.

The bite of the dark side!

His mental power diminished rapidly, and layers of blood-colored air waves intertwined into a blood-red magic circle. As Zhu Zhuqing bent his five fingers, pitch-black and ferocious tentacles were thrown out from the magic circle, wrapping around Zhao Wuji's huge bear body. .

"The sixth soul skill, powerful... King Kong Roar!" Zhao Wuji roared into the sky, his unyielding fighting spirit turned into a majestic sonic attack, and the tentacles wrapped around his body were directly shattered.

Zhao Wuji's soul power was drained, and his exhausted body fell to the ground. The night slowly faded, and Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly on the spot.

Zhao Wuji, a seven-ringed soul saint, managed to survive the siege of several soul saints from the Wuhun Palace. He lost, which no one expected, except of course Xiao Wu and Zhao Wuji himself.

Oscar secretly glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing still, with a flash of envy in his eyes.

I once thought about standing on the front line and unleashing various splendid soul skills to fight, but unfortunately, my martial soul was of the auxiliary type.Even if the academy teaches auxiliary departments, they should hide behind it, as long as they protect themselves from death.

Sensing Oscar's gaze, Zhu Zhuqing looked towards Oscar and saw Oscar retract his gaze and walk to the exhausted Zhao Wuji, his two soul rings lighting up one by one.

"I have a big sausage!"

"I have a little sausage!"

Oscar forced two sausages into Zhao Wuji's mouth, and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, the two sausages are worth two Gintama coins in total. Teacher Zhao, remember to pay!"

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Zhao Wuji threw Oscar two Gintama coins angrily, and said a little autistically: "Get out of here, get out of here!"

"Hey, Teacher Zhao, please come to me again if you need anything! We're all from the same college, so don't be polite!" Oscar smiled and was about to push his car to leave, but was interrupted by Zhu Zhuqing: "Please give me two sausages. .”

Zhu Zhuqing took out two silver soul coins from his spiritual ring and handed them to Oscar.

Oscar was a little confused. His soul curse was rather vulgar. Even Dai Boss, who had a strong taste, was not in the mood to eat after hearing the soul curse. But now that he heard his soul curse, he asked for sausages from him. This was the first time. indivual.

Overjoyed, Oscar once again used the soul spell to create two sausages. Oscar did not accept Zhu Zhuqing's silver soul coins, but said with a smile: "We are all classmates, so I won't charge you any money."

"One yard for another, I don't like taking it for nothing." Zhu Zhuqing directly placed the silver soul coin on Oscar's car, looked at Zhao Wuji who got up from the ground and said, "Teacher Zhao, have I passed the level?"

"If you don't pass the customs, will they be able to?" Zhao Wuji asked angrily, pointing at Dai Mubai and Oscar: "You two, take your juniors to where they live, and Flanders will come back tomorrow I’ll give you a lesson, I’ll go and isolate myself for a while.”

Zhao Wuji left dejectedly. He said he wanted to isolate himself, but in fact he was thinking about how to have a good relationship with Zhu Zhuqing. He would have to compete with Zhu Zhuqing more often in the future. This fight was really enjoyable! !

Tang San's eyes were still a little uncomfortable, but it no longer affected his vision. When he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, the expression on his face was a bit shocked.

The Soul Lord defeated the Soul Saint, but the Soul Saint did not hold back...

There is someone outside the sky, there is someone outside the world. Tang San put aside his shock and looked at Xiao Wu.

So Xiao Wu, who can be regarded as a rival by Zhu Zhuqing, what is her true strength?

"Let's go, I'll take you to your place first." Dai Mubai said, his eyes scanning Zhu Zhuqing from time to time, a flash of joy flashing in his eyes.

As long as he can marry her, with Zhu Zhuqing's strength, he will definitely be able to help him win the throne! !

Sensing the flash of greed in Dai Mubai's eyes, Zhu Zhuqing frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"You three girls, just squeeze in. This is the only empty room left. It's fully furnished, with no less of what should be there and no more of what shouldn't be there." Dai Mubai pointed to the room in front of him which is larger than the others. Said the better wooden house.

"Thank you." Zhu Zhuqing's face was cold, but he did not forget the most basic courtesy. He thanked him and opened the wooden door and walked in.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu followed closely behind.

The calmness he had pretended suddenly collapsed. Dai Mubai had a look of joy on his face. Zhu Zhuqing was willing to talk to him, which meant that he still had a chance.

But what he didn't know was that in Zhu Zhuqing's mind, he was a stranger, even worse than a stranger.

Zhu Zhuqing doesn't think the profession of soul master is very high-end. She would say thank you to ordinary people for their help. This is a matter of quality.

"I'll sleep on that one." Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the three wooden beds side by side after entering the wooden house, and pointed to the outermost one, which was closest to the window.

"Then I'll sleep here." Xiao Wu pointed at the wooden bed next to Zhu Zhuqing.

She and Zhu Zhuqing both practiced the Force, and they subconsciously became closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Okay." Ning Rongrong had no objection, and she didn't dare to have any.

The room was not dirty, but it was definitely not clean either. After working together to clean the entire room, Ning Rongrong approached Xiao Wu and said nervously: "Xiao Wu, what is your relationship with Tang San? He is Not chasing you?"

"Tang San?" Xiao Wu glanced at Zhu Zhuqing with a strange look on his face. Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing had no reaction, he said, "I have nothing to do with Tang San. If you like him, just go after him."

"Huh? Me?" Ning Rongrong pointed at herself and rolled her eyes: "I am a beauty-controller, how could I like a boy who looks so ordinary? Huh? Zhuqing, where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy something." Zhu Zhuqing, who had already walked to the door, said without looking back.

In fact, she wanted to go to the auction house to auction off her soul bones at night.

The soul bone was of no use to her. It would be better to keep it and exchange it for some gold soul coins to improve her life. She only had a few hundred gold soul coins left.

"Be back soon." Zhu Zhuqing didn't want others to follow him. Before Ning Rongrong could express his intention of following him, he disappeared in a flash.

"Full sense of distance." Ning Rongrong complained softly.

"Really? No, I feel fine." Xiao Wu sat on the edge of the bed, took off her pink and white boots, thought for a while and continued: "Zhu Qing should be cold on the outside and hot on the inside, right? It looks like It’s full of distance, but actually it’s as hot as fire inside?”

"Speaking of which, Xiao Wu, why did you come to Shrek? With your talent, you would be welcome even in that advanced soul master academy!" Ning Rongrong jumped from her own bed to Xiao Wu's bed, holding Xiao Wu's arm and asked road.