Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Since his soul power consumption has been kept at the lowest state since joining the war, his soul power is still very full now.

Zhao Wou-ki whispered to Flender, who was possessed by the spirit, "Do you want to make a move?"

Flender stared at the quiet and strange place, then shook his head after a moment: "Look again."

Liu Erlong pursed his lips, staring blankly at the side where the blade was.

Ning Rongrong, Master and others were a little worried, and the direction of the blade suddenly became quiet.

"Flender, is there really no problem at the blade?" The master said to Flender, who was already overflowing with soul power fluctuations.

"No problem for now." Flender said lightly after pushing his four-cornered eyes.

His eyes never left the battlefield where the blade was.

On the other side, Tang San and Ma Hongjun were already fighting with that pink girl...

There was a lot of movement, and something exploded and howled.

Zao Wou-ki shifted part of his attention there, since Flender is here, there will be no problem.

Ning Rongrong looked at the blade and stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

Qiqi's roar came from the mouth of the pink girl who surrounded the blade.

Disorderly footsteps sounded.

Flender is ready to make a move at any time.

"Teacher Erlong, what's wrong with Daofeng?" Ning Rongrong anxiously shook Liu Erlong's hand.

Liu Erlong ignored her, his eyes were on Dao Feng.

On that battlefield, there were at least seven millennium-level pink girls!

Nearly a hundred soul beasts of five or six hundred years!

If they rush forward, even a sixty-level assault system soul master may not be able to handle it!

The blade kid...

She is also ready to shoot.

Dao Feng looked at the pink girls who were rushing forward, and the black iron was put away.

He bent over, with the blade in my hand, accumulating strength!

Closer, denser...

Just when Flender and Liu Erlong were stepping forward to save people.

A dark purple soul ring rises from the blade's feet!

The third soul skill - Hack you scumbags to death! !

Turn around!

Turn the sword with you!

Circles of cold light spread in all directions with the blade as the center...

break! ! !

The pink girl with short short legs who ran nimbly towards the blade, no matter what her cultivation was, would be cut in two!

Flender and Liu Erlong stopped in their tracks.

Is this his third soul skill? !

Although I knew it was extremely powerful when I heard the master mention it, but compared with seeing the entire century-old and thousand-year-old soul beasts fall down, the impact on the soul of the two is not the same at all!

"This soul skill is simply born for killing..." Flender murmured to himself as he watched the blade stop spinning and charge towards a few fish that slipped through the net.

"Or every skill of this kid exists for killing." Zhao Wou-ki sighed.

"This child, how did you live before?" Liu Erlong's eyes were full of shock and sadness.

This extreme killing skill cannot be explained by any talent.

The surroundings were empty, and Dao Feng looked at his sticky pink blood with disgust.

On another battlefield, the pink girl sensed something, let out a long roar, turned and fled.

Zhao Wuji had been staring at that side for a long time, depending on Tang San, Ma Hongjun might not be able to keep that nearly five thousand year old spirit beast.

Martial soul possessed!

He rushed into the mist and headed in the direction where the pink girl was escaping...

The people who were still resisting noticed that the pink girl around them retreated suddenly. They were puzzled for a while, but they all retreated towards Flender and others.

When Zao Wou-ki looked back at the huge pink girl, everyone was there.

Only the blade is missing.

Ning Rongrong asked anxiously: "Why hasn't that fellow Daofeng come back?"

Liu Erlong patted her on the shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry, he's gone to take a shower."