Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 149: The Weak Defeats the Strong Feng Xiaotian

"Although Ling Leizhu is trapped, his Titled Douluo strength is still a difficult problem. If we are not careful, the remaining Flying Army will be wiped out."

Feng Xiaotian was not stupid enough to confront a Titled Douluo head-on; that would be tantamount to seeking death.

We should use our strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, and use our advantages to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

After some thought, he used Thousand Miles Voice to send a message to the remaining deputy commanders of the Flying Army: "Follow my command. Lead your brothers to attack the edge of the lightning zone from different directions. Don't go too deep. This is just a feint to attract his attention."

"Yes!"

Before he finished speaking, several deputy commanders quickly took the order and left, and the Flying Army immediately began to act.

Feng Xiaotian did not rush to take action because he needed to completely enrage Ling Leizhu.

After several fights, he has already figured out Ling Leizhu's personality and temper.

Just like his martial spirit, it carries the word "mad".

People like this are easiest to provoke if they are at least big and strong.

Of course, Feng Xiaotian was not idle either, but was waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

He put his hands behind his back, with his index and middle fingers extended and put together.

The wind quickly gathered and compressed towards his fingertips, as if brewing some terrifying trick.

On the other side, the Flying Army, from all directions, drove flying soul guides towards the Thunder Domain.

Ling Leizhu sneered, "Humph, you want to weaken my Thunder Domain by sacrificing yourself? You're simply throwing yourself into a flame, overestimating your own abilities!"

However, things did not turn out as he expected.

When the Flying Army was about to encounter the thunder zone, they suddenly turned and flew quickly along the edge of the thunder zone.

During the flight, Zhuge's magic crossbow continuously fired crossbow arrows, and the sound of whooshing arrows breaking through the air was heard continuously.

And Ling Leizhu, who used the Thunder Domain, became a target.

The power of the thunder domain is enormous, but the price is that he cannot move.

"Boom!"

When the crossbow arrow was about to hit Ling Leizhu, it was instantly shattered by lightning from the thunder domain.

Although the crossbow arrow was shattered, the powerful momentum made Ling Leizhu dare not take it lightly.

However, the repeated harassment completely enraged him.

"Damn it! I, a dignified Titled Douluo, am being treated so harshly by a bunch of ants! Die, all of you!"

Ling Leizhu gritted his teeth, his eyes were blazing, and his pig face was full of anger and ferocity.

Although he cannot move, his arms can still control the thunder attack.

He kept waving his arms, and the lightning in the thunder domain shot out from his hands like arrows, smashing the crossbow arrows that were rushing towards him.

After shattering the crossbow arrow, the lightning still had residual power and blasted towards the flying soldiers at the edge of the thunder zone. Some flying soldiers who were unable to dodge were directly turned into charcoal and lost their breath.

Feng Xiaotian's eyes glared, and he gritted his teeth, "Damn it! I didn't expect that guy to be able to attack from a distance!"

He made a prompt decision and sent a message to the rest of the Flying Army: "Everyone, hold on a little longer and increase the distance. I don't believe his attack range can be longer than Zhuge Divine Crossbow's!"

"Yes, General Feng!"

The Feitian Army immediately distanced themselves, calculated Ling Leizhu's attack range, and deliberately moved in front of him.

This blatant provocation completely enraged Ling Leizhu, the Titled Douluo.

"Damn it, hateful! I don't think you know how powerful a Titled Douluo is! Die, all of you!"

Ling Leizhu's eyes were blinded by anger, his hands danced out afterimages, and countless lightning bolts broke through the air.

The flying soldiers had anticipated this and flew up in their flying soul guides, narrowly avoiding the lightning attack.

Then, as if in a provocation, most of the Flying Army gathered in front of him.

Not only did he not go far, he also occasionally shot a few crossbow arrows to provoke him.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Ling Leizhu waved his arms fiercely and attacked the Flying Army with all his concentration.

However, at this moment, there was a huge gap behind him.

Feng Xiaotian seized the opportunity, and the swift wings behind him shone brightly, and a large amount of wind elements gathered at his fingertips.

At this moment, a small blue-black ball appeared on his fingertips.

This was a wind ball formed by the continuous compression and condensation of wind elements. This was also a move he had learned from his second master, Yunshan, over the past two years!
"The extreme wind, kill!"

Feng Xiaotian shouted loudly and raised his left hand to point at Ling Leizhu.

In an instant, a green light shot out from his fingertips, instantly broke through the edge of the thunder domain, and shot towards Ling Leizhu's neck.

Ling Leizhi was a soldier after all, and had an excellent sense of life and death. He immediately felt a breath of death coming towards him.

Because of the restrictions of the thunder zone, he could not move and could only try his best to move his head away from the dangerous position.

"Stab!"

A green light passed across his neck, bursting out with powerful force, tearing a hideous wound on his neck, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Ahhh!"

Looking at the blood in front of him, Ling Leizhu roared in pain and anger.

He turned his head and stared at Feng Xiaotian. If looks could kill, Feng Xiaotian would have died hundreds of times.

Ling Leizhu roared angrily, and regardless of everything, he lifted the thunder domain and pounced towards Feng Xiaotian.

However, at the moment he lifted the thunder domain, the well-prepared flying army surrounded him from all directions.

In an instant, countless Zhuge divine crossbows fired again. The large crossbow arrows gleamed coldly in the sunlight and shot towards Ling Lei Zhu with a sound of breaking wind.

Ling Leizhu ignored him, used his Crazy Thunder Armor to block the crossbow arrows, and rushed straight towards Feng Xiaotian.

Because he had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill this kid who made him lose face.

Feng Xiaotian saw Ling Leizhi rushing towards him, but he was not in a hurry. He took a deep breath, increased his soul power to the extreme, and stared at Ling Leizhi with his eyes.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian didn't dodge, Ling Leizhu broke into a ferocious grin, "Boy, are you feeling weak now? But it's too late! Die for me! Strike me with thunder!"

In an instant, the shadow of a mad thunder pig appeared behind him, running wildly in the air, shaking the air.

"Everyone, it's now!"

Feng Xiaotian roared angrily, and the two or three flying soldiers who had been prepared rushed towards Ling Leizhu at a faster speed.

At this time, they all held a golden bell in their hands, which was the soul guide (magic weapon) produced by Lan Minghua, the Soul-Shaking Bell.

"Dingle! Dingle! Dingle!"

In an instant, bells rang out everywhere, surrounding Ling Lei Pig.

The Soul-Shaking Bell attacks the soul. Even though Ling Leizhu is a Titled Douluo, he cannot withstand the attack of the Soul-Shaking Bell.

When he was about to hit Feng Xiaotian, he was stunned on the spot.

Feng Xiaotian shook his blue wings and instead of retreating, he advanced and rushed straight towards Ling Leizhu.

The right hand that had been hidden for a long time finally took action.

"The extreme wind, kill!"

He had been preparing for this attack for a long time, waiting for this opportunity!
Ling Leizhu had just come to his senses and was shocked to see this scene.

It was too late to resist, so he could only instinctively raise his arms to protect his head.

However, all this was still within Feng Xiaotian's expectations. He controlled the direction and stabbed his two fingers directly towards the neck.

"boom!"

In an instant, the neck was shattered, blood splattered, and the head was thrown high into the air.

At this moment, Ling Leizhu widened his eyes and looked at Feng Xiaotian with unwillingness.

He could never have imagined that he, a Titled Douluo, would die at the hands of a Soul Emperor.

Finally, Ling Leizhu's headless corpse lost its strength and fell from the mouth, and a generation of Titled Douluo died.

Feng Xiaotian stood there, breathing heavily, his body covered with wounds from the recent battle.

However, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up.

The Flying Army gathered around and looked at Feng Xiaotian with eyes full of admiration and worship.

"General Feng! General Feng!" The Flying Army shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

At this time, in the back mountain of the Tianlong Gang building, Lan Minghua looked at the scene of Ling Leizhu falling down and Feng Xiaotian's victory, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"This kid really didn't disappoint me."

Oscar was shocked and speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)