Douluo Continent: After seizing the opportunity, I achieved dual godhood.

Chapter 194 The Arena Doesn't Respect Means

As Wen Ning spoke, he suddenly glanced at Feng Qi and the others behind him.

A glint flashed in her eyes, but no one knew what she meant.

But it's good that Feng Qi and the others know.

The moment they met Wen Ning's gaze, the group of people who had been standing still made another move.

It's not like only Shrek members can fly.

Feng Qi's martial soul is wind, which also allows him to fly into the air.

He immediately leaped up from the ground and headed towards the top of the red mist.

The very next second after he leaped into the air, countless wind blades swept in without wind, combining with Wen Ning's third soul skill to completely cover the area above the red mist.

If anyone from Shrek Academy dares to take to the air, they will be riddled with pincushions.

Within the red mist, attacks can miss because their location cannot be determined, but as soon as they take to the air, the sharp blades will immediately chase after them.

Whether it's Wen Ning's third soul skill or Feng Qi's wind blade.

Facing the dense swarm of sharp, fanged swords sweeping towards her, Ning Rongrong's eyes flashed, as if she wanted to resist with her own defenses. Unfortunately, her defenses were still too weak.

Because she stayed in mid-air for a while, she had several more wounds on her body. Without exception, they were either inflicted by Wen Ning or by Feng Qi.

"No!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and said that Oscar's flying sausage was about to expire. If she couldn't leave this red mist that covered an area of ​​tens of meters, wouldn't it be a waste of Oscar's sausage?

With that thought in mind, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and prepared to rush outside.

An additional layer of light appeared around her, thanks to the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

This protective shield is the divine light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, which can temporarily block all damage.

Upon seeing this, some people widened their eyes in surprise, seemingly astonished that a support-type Soul Master would fight so desperately?

But soon, someone noticed the actions of the Spirit Hall.

Wen Ning had his spear ready to strike and knock the man back, but someone beat him to it.

The one who got there first was Qi Lin. He threw out an ice shield and smashed the heavy ice shield towards Ning Rongrong without holding back at all.

It seemed as if it wanted to crush someone to death in one breath.

There was no sign of him showing any tenderness or pity for the woman.

Wen Ning witnessed this scene firsthand.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but click her tongue slightly and glanced at Qi Lin, "No girl would like someone like you."

She said this with a slightly amused tone.

Upon hearing this, Qi Lin simply replied, "There are no girls on the field, only opponents and teammates."

Righteous and indignant.

Wen Ning stared at him, then slowly raised a thumbs up. "Well said..."

Before she could finish speaking, she sensed danger approaching and dodged Tang San's approach by sidestepping!

After regaining her footing, she stared at the person in front of her, her tone filled with disdain, "A sneak attack."

Petty person.

Tang San replied, "Methods don't matter on the field."

As long as we can win.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He had just used the Tang Sect's Xuan Yu Hand technique to strike Wen Ning, but it was dodged.

Hearing Tang San's words, Wen Ning raised an eyebrow. "I see."

That's quite a coincidence.

In terms of who is more cunning, Tang San is probably no match for her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ning's figure vanished without a trace. Tang San instantly became alert, his jade-shaped hand ready to attack at any moment.

Just then, a gust of wind swept past him from behind, followed by a sharp pain in his calf, nearly causing him to kneel down.

The sharp spear struck his calf hard, tearing his trousers, and blood flowed down the wound.

Wen Ning's voice appeared, returning Tang San's words to him: "On the field, no means matter."

(End of this chapter)