Douluo: One thought of gods and demons, killing and redemption at the same time

"The Hurtful Truth"

Your old mouth is no worse than Feng Xiaotian.

Can things like mouth escape be taught?

Although he complained like this in his heart, it was definitely impossible for Fu Li to say it out loud. After all, Jixia College was the home ground of Chang'an City.

"Dean Dugu was joking. Feng Xiaotian is right. It's purely because Tianming's skills are inferior to others, and his mental endurance is so low."

"It seems that we made a very correct choice by coming to your hospital. I hope we can suppress that boy Tianming's arrogance here."

Fu Li looked at Dugu Bo and smiled lightly.

"Hahahaha, I like to hear what Teacher Fu says, but your classmate Tian Ling is also quite outstanding. He is already a level 49 soul sect at a young age, and is only one step away from being a soul king. He is really formidable."

"Dean Dugu, his name is Tianming, not Tianling..."

"Hey, hey, it's dawn, it's zero, it's almost the same."

Then there was a business exchange between the two.

Suddenly, Sato Jiro slowly walked towards Feng Xiaotian.

The moment Feng Xiaotian saw Sato Jiro, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart.

"Hello classmate, what's the matter?"

Feng Xiaotian looked at Sato Jiro and said doubtfully.

"You are very strong."

"Fight with me."

Sato Jiro looked at Feng Xiaotian and said calmly.

Fu Li, who was chatting with Dugu Bo, looked at Sato Jiro to ask for a fight with Feng Xiaotian. He quickly ran over to look at Sato Jiro and said, "Jiro, it's already late today. Let's make a fight another day."

"No, right now."

Sato Jiro looked at Fu Li and said calmly.

Before Fu Li could speak, Feng Xiaotian immediately agreed.

"Okay, now."

"I can feel that you are very strong."

Feng Xiaotian looked at Sato Jiro, a fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

"Let's fight again later."

Sato Jiro looked at Feng Xiaotian and said slowly.

Because Feng Xiaotian had just fought with Zhao Tianming, Sato Jiro didn't want to take advantage of others' danger.

"no need."

"The fight with that guy just now didn't consume much soul power, so let's start the fight."

Feng Xiaotian looked at Sato Jiro and smiled lightly.

Feng Xiaotian had just finished speaking.

Zhao Tianming, who had just been helped up from behind, vomited blood again.

"Captain, captain..."

"The captain fainted again!"

There were more shouts from behind.

Sato Jiro nodded, "That's okay."

On the soul fighting stage,

Feng Xiaotian and Sato Jiro stood on both sides of the soul fighting platform.

"Feng Xiaotian, martial spirit gale wind two-headed demon wolf, level 48 attack type fighting spirit sect, please give me some advice!"

Behind Feng Xiaotian, the two-headed demon wolf spirit of Gale was possessed.

"Sato Jiro, Wuhun Tenkiri, fifty-level attack type fighting soul king, please give me your advice!"

I saw a long sword as white as frost appearing in Sato Jiro's hand, with a cold light on the tip of the knife, and a sense of chilling Qiu Liang instantly filled the Soul Fighting Platform.

"Fifty-level one, Soul King?"

After Feng Xiaotian heard Sato Jiro's soul power level, he felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

If it were an ordinary soul king, he, Feng Xiaotian, would naturally not be afraid, but the Sato Jiro in front of him always gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"That young man actually has level 51?"

"But he doesn't seem to be older than us?"

A look of surprise flashed in Huo Wu's eyes.

"It's really strange. The captain who was carried down just now was only level 49, but this guy is actually level 51?"

Dugu Yan also looked at Sato Jiro with a puzzled look.

On the soul fighting stage,

"The second soul skill, possession by a demonic wolf!"

Feng Xiaotian's hands turned into two demon wolf heads again, his toes suddenly stepped on the ground, and he attacked Sato Jiro!

When Sato Jiro saw the approaching Feng Xiaotian, he did not rush to draw his sword. He saw Sato Jiro's left hand turned into a palm, and when Feng Xiaotian's fist fell on Sato Jiro's palm, Sato Jiro followed Feng Xiaotian's punch. The direction removes most of this force.

"What a powerful force."

Sato Jiro felt waves of numbness in his wrist.

"Brother Jiro, I am not the Zhao Tianming just now. Do you still trust me not to draw your sword when facing me?"

Feng Xiaotian smiled lightly, and the next moment, two wind blades condensed in his palms and attacked Sato Jiro!

"The first soul skill, Wind Blade Array!"

swoosh————

Looking at the oncoming wind blade, Sato Jiro put his thumb on the scabbard, bent his legs slightly, and formed an arch shape.

The moment the wind blade was about to fall on Sato Jiro.

"The first soul skill, draw your sword and slash!"

Sato Jiro's thumb suddenly exerted force upward!

Tenkiri is instantly unsheathed!

next moment,

A sword light blooming in this world as if it were from another world!

An extremely sharp blade directly tore the wind blade into pieces!

The sword energy passed by Feng Xiaotian's ear!

There was no shock in Feng Xiaotian's eyes, only fighting spirit! Endless fighting spirit!

Both of them slowly walked towards each other!

When the distance reaches the closest,

Feng Xiaotian's fist suddenly collided with Sato Jiro's sword!

The two launched an offensive like thunder and lightning!

The attack speed of the two people far exceeded that of soul masters of this level. The naked eye could not catch the actions of the two people at all. The extremely fast speed left two rays of light on the soul fighting platform, one green and one white. These two rays of light will fight against each other. The soul platform split into two!

"Wind Blade, form up!"

Feng Xiaotian shouted angrily, this time the wind blade was not thrown out, Feng Xiaotian grabbed the wind blade and kept slashing at Sato Jiro!

Sato Jiro dodged left and right, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the right moment and suddenly drew the sword!

"The second soul skill, Liumu!"

I saw Tianqie drawing an extremely strange arc in the air!

The originally extremely hard blade became as soft as water at this moment. Everyone watching around rubbed their eyes, as if they had seen it wrong.

Feng Xiaotian's pupils suddenly shrank. Such a strange knife blow completely exceeded his expectations. Feng Xiaotian relied on his excellent reflexes to immediately lean back. His waist and legs formed a ninety-degree angle, and the sword energy Sliding across his face!

"It happened!"

Feng Xiaotian secretly thought and quickly pulled his body back, but by this time it was already too late.

I saw that Sato Jiro raised his right foot and kicked Feng Xiaotian on the chest with a side kick. Feng Xiaotian flew upside down like a kite with a broken string!

"This Sato Jiro is so strong, he actually suppressed Feng Xiaotian."

Jiro Sato said solemnly on the Shui Bing'er Soul Fighting Stage.

"This kick looks heavy. I guess Feng Xiaotian has fallen to the ground and passed out, right?"

The students of Tianjian Academy discussed one after another.

"Have you noticed that Feng Xiaotian fought two soul battles, and the highest soul skill he used was only the second soul skill..."

Suddenly, someone discovered a place that was horrifying to think about.

Feng Xiaotian is a soul sect, but until now, the soul skills he has used are only one or two soul skills.

This shows that Feng Xiaotian is still hiding his strength!