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"Teacher!" Oscar shouted this subconsciously, ignoring the blood foam in his mouth.

When Li Yusong heard the inarticulate voice, his solid back could not help but tremble slightly.

Everything Oscar and a few others did was exactly what he had learned on the road.

Whether they are using traps to snipe the men in black or using them as bait to lure away enemies and protect their companions, although there are imperfections in the execution of these actions and plans, these have allowed these children to persevere until now.

Regardless of the reason, this group of gangsters found Shrek, and now they have completely angered the faculty who call the academy their home.

The man in black wasn't too worried about Li Yusong's sudden appearance.

Relying on the vague body shape and martial soul's shape, he had already judged who was coming.

But he was a weapon soul master, and he was still at the beginning of the Soul Emperor level. From the intelligence point of view, this person's strength was not worth mentioning.

Of course, the next second, the man in black will regret his arrogance at this moment.

"The third soul skill, Ruyi!" As the purple soul ring shone, the dragon pattern stick suddenly grew and rushed straight to the opposite door.

"Good come!"

The man in black raised his right hand and waved his thick claws, intending to deflect the attack.

However, it's not that simple.

"The fourth soul skill, Ether Anchor!" Before attacking the enemy, Li Yusong used another soul skill.

Then he flew from a distance with the help of the contraction of the dragon pattern stick.

As the soul ring shimmered, the color of the golden hoop on the dragon-patterned stick became thicker.

But this subtle change was not noticed by the man in black.

He still exerted all his strength and slapped the dragon pattern stick hard.

The sparks caused by the collision of gold and iron made the dark woods suddenly light up.

The man in black's hands kept shaking, and he couldn't figure out why this iron rod was so strong.

Before he could react, Li Yusong had already kicked him on the Jianjing point.

Just this blow caused the man in black's painful energy and blood to stagnate.

Li Yusong turned forward, dodged the man in black from the side, and then slid his right hand to the tip of the stick.

A sweeping stick hit the man in black on the waist from bottom to top.

After that, his left and right hands took turns exerting force, and the man in black's knees, armpits, sun, and several vital points instantly exploded into showers of blood.

Under this set of attacks, the man in black had no power to fight back. He had no soul power to use and could only be beaten to his knees.

Desperately, he wanted to turn his head and see why a Soul Emperor could do this.

But in the end, he still didn't have time to see the appearance of his opponent's finish.

Li Yusong raised his dragon-patterned stick and struck the man in black hard on the head, completely killing the gangster who had given Shrek students nightmares for so long.

He said slowly to Oscar lying on the ground.

"It's all over Oscar, come back to Shrek with me."

Tears flowed from Oscar's eyes and he said vaguely, "Okay."

On the other side, Tang San and others were fleeing in embarrassment.

As the third captain of a Soul Saint, he dealt with his injuries very quickly.

Whether it was the eyes that could not be opened due to poisoning or the hearing that was temporarily tinnitus caused by sound waves, their functions have now been restored.

But the bloody right half of the body was not at the level that his soul power could handle.

The insect tentacles above his head trembled slightly, feeling the ethereal and subtle smell in the air.

In the previous use of soul skills, he had mixed his own scale powder into them, which was also a marking technique.

In less than a snap of his fingers, the third captain had already locked onto his target.

"Went to the river, as expected."

The third captain forcibly unfolded his martial spirit avatar, and his huge wings lifted him off the ground.

With the flapping of his wings, he instantly emerged from the dense tree canopy and arrived in the air.

High in the air, he overlooked the entire forest, his tentacles moved slightly, correcting the direction of flight.

The eastern horizon has already revealed a hint of bright color, and the clouds dyed golden by the rising sun herald the arrival of dawn.

Facing this ray of morning light, the third captain found his target and suddenly accelerated. It was Tang San who was running away frantically in the woods.

The third captain has a deep memory of this boy who used hidden weapon techniques to bring him so much trouble.

His hatred was firmly locked on Tang San.

Tang San, who felt the murderous intent from above, couldn't help but increase the soul power output of his legs, and used the soul power wave technique for free. His meridians were gradually approaching their limits through violent use regardless of the cost.

The third captain Fu Cong entered the woods again and once again felt the joy of hunting. His senses could clearly feel the unwilling struggle of the prey in front of him and the subconscious deformation of his movements under fear.

He seemed to fan out a gust of wind at random.

A rapidly rotating cyclone carried a large amount of scale powder and rushed straight towards Tang San.

The summons from the God of Death made Tang San's hair stand on end. He struggled to compress his soul power in his meridians, used all his strength, and pushed towards the ground, a sideways movement that was close to a right-angle turn.

His bones, ligaments, and meridians were all creaking and screaming at this moment, obviously bearing huge pressure that they should not have endured.

The whirlwind hit the tree trunk where Tangshan was originally located with great power.

The moss-covered, thick and thick bark was instantly peeled off the trunk, revealing the fresh green skin inside.

And then the phosphorus powder was like a grinding wheel, grinding through the tree trunk as thick as the two men hugged each other in an instant.

Before he could take a moment to breathe, Tang San caught a dark shadow coming quickly from the corner of his eyes.

It was the flying kick used by the third captain.

Tang San's survival instinct drove his soul power, and the already not very peaceful soul power was forced into the meridians of his eyes at this time, frantically strengthening the effect of the purple chess demon boy, trying to see clearly what was coming from the soul. Holy blow.

The violent soul power was stuffed into the already weak eye meridians, causing tiny wounds to appear on Tang San's corneas, and the capillaries in the whites of his eyes gradually tore and collapsed.

He finally captured the attack trajectory from Soul Saint.

Under the full force of the Controlling Crane and Capturing Dragon attack, his body changed its direction of movement at incredible angles in the air.

After paying all kinds of costs, Tang San finally escaped this fatal attack.

But that was as far as he could go.

The third captain, who failed to hit the target, had an expression of surprise on his face. For a Soul Lord to be able to dodge the Soul Saint's attack was definitely nonsense that could only be told by a drunkard in a tavern.

In his impression, no one has ever been able to exert their body's full potential under the pressure caused by such a huge level gap.

‘Another genius? Counting the fact that he has this genius in his hands, he already has both hands, right? ’

When he stabilized his body from the air, he locked onto this sturdy genius again.

He smiled again.

The look in his eyes that was unwilling to die, the all-out urge, the suppression of his soul-moving power to survive, and the faintly broken meridians in his body reminded him of the beautiful moments in the past.

At this time, Tang San had not yet discovered that he had been contaminated with too much scale powder in previous encounters.

At this time, the scale powder insect poison has invaded his blood, and with every strong beat of his heart, these poisons are destroying the functions of his body.

With his Xuantian Gong level at this time and his understanding of poisons from the Xuantian Baolu, it should not be affected by these.

The bad thing is that Tang San thought he had modified the technique before, just to pursue the explosion.

Even if he claims to be a genius among the Tang Sect who has not been born for centuries, how can he fully understand the origin of all the details of Xuantian Gong, the top Taoist skill condensed from the wisdom of generations of inheritors.

He has always avoided this in his heart. From beginning to end, he has been an outside disciple who has learned secretly and become talented without having a legal person to lead the way.

The third captain savored the various complex emotions that were about to burst out of Tang San at this moment, as if he had drank a glass of fine wine and jade dew.

Such delicious food cannot be wasted like a cow chewing peonies. It must be savored carefully to show respect.

Feeling that the enemy didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action, Tang San rolled like a lazy donkey to the back of the tree trunk as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Then he once again mobilized his already limited soul power to flee into the distance.

But with every pump of his heart, he felt that he was becoming less and less energetic, and even his originally smooth internal energy seemed to be gradually becoming stagnant and unable to function smoothly.

Unwilling to be reconciled, he activated the Flying Divine Claw hidden in his right hand. This was a mechanism he secretly built after losing the battle with the Imperial Fighter Team.

Due to Shrek's embarrassment and lack of materials, there was no time to mass-produce them in the future.

The powerful pulling force stretched across a distance of thirty meters, pulling him to a higher place.

While moving rapidly, Tang San didn't notice that his field of vision was getting narrower and narrower, and his thinking was getting slower and slower. He was still thinking about his future plans, looking for a chance of survival.

As long as you escape this whole-body feeling and gather your breath to remove the marks on your body, you will definitely have a chance to escape.

The charging mechanism of the Flying Divine Claw allowed him to use it three times, but after the second leap, Tang San missed his shot.

He watched in despair as he fell to the ground, his limbs and soul power unable to control his movements, as the ground got closer and closer to his eyes, getting closer and closer.

He seemed to recall the last scene he saw before coming to this world.

Darkness, thick and deep darkness enveloped him, and he could no longer hold on and passed out.

The third captain floated to Tang San's side and watched the prey's breathing gradually weaken.

‘For such a talented person, it would be a good idea to capture him and brainwash him into a tool, but it’s a pity that it takes too long. Isn't he just a genius? Where not? ’

A corner of the sun had already appeared in the east, but the rising sunlight could not penetrate the thick forest. Tang San's last moment seemed to have arrived. (End of chapter)