Douluo: Starting from the engagement with Zhu Zhuqing

Chapter 237 Legendary!One wears fourteen! 【Down】

With the mournful cry of the phoenix, Ma Hongjun's wings broke and he fell off the stage.

"Fatty, are you okay!"

Dai Mubai hurried out, helped Ma Hongjun up, and said with concern.

Ma Hongjun's plump body trembled suddenly, a look of fear flashed across his pupils, and he breathed heavily. Hearing Dai Mubai's concern, he shook his head gently.

In the previous battle, Dai Yao's punch after punch completely shattered his self-confidence. Now that he saw Dai Yao, he was a little afraid.

Dai Mubai breathed a sigh of relief, Ma Hongjun is their Shrek's strongest single attack, it plays a very important role in the competition, once injured, the impact will be great.

He raised his eyes and looked at Dai Yao's still calm figure on the soul fighting stage, and his heart suddenly froze.

So far, Dai Yao has already worn nine times, and what he shows are still those few self-created soul skills.Just like the iceberg on the water, no one knows how much this guy hides under the water!

Compared with the excited Oakland, the Shrek Academy team and the Wuhundian team were shrouded in a cloud, and the faces of the players of the two teams were full of solemnity.

Tang San's face was gloomy, his palms were unconsciously clenched, his fingers were already white without knowing it, his eyes glowing with purple light were fixed on Dai Yao on the stage.

The Oakland team wore nine, and the three players who played after Wuhundian were the golden generation of Wuhundian. Shrek Academy obviously had no chance of winning.

"Xiaosan, I understand your unwillingness, but there is no way, we can't win the individual competition."

Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder and said helplessly.

"Teacher, I know." Tang San was not an impulsive person, but he was still a little unwilling.

Seeing Tang San calm down, Yu Xiaogang sighed deeply and said:

"Now, what we have to do is to plan ahead, prepare for the team competition in the afternoon, and consume their soul power as much as possible. No matter which team we face, we can win a point of advantage is a point."

Tang San's eyes flickered. He knew this was the wisest choice. He nodded heavily, and then told Dai Mubai, who was supporting Ma Hongjun, about this.

"Next!"

After defeating Ma Hongjun, Dai Yao glanced at the Wuhundian team and said indifferently.

With this sound, it seemed that what Dai Yao defeated was not the younger generation of top soul masters in the mainland, but a group of unknown people.

But Yan was different. As a person at the top of the pyramid among his peers, he naturally had his arrogance. Dai Yao's ability to wear nine did make him admire him a little.This level of strength was unreachable when he was at the same level as Dai Yao.

But a person who was let loose by the Wuhun Hall beat the people who were carefully trained by the Wuhun Hall to ashes. Doesn't it mean that these so-called geniuses of the Wuhun Hall are just a bunch of losers.

The so-called Wuhun Temple, the holy land in the hearts of all soul masters in the mainland, is just a name in vain?

Intolerable.

Hearing Dai Yao say "next" again, Yan no longer suppressed the anger in his heart, his body slightly bent, his soul power surged, he jumped high, and then landed heavily on the soul fighting platform.

The moment it fell, there was a heavy muffled sound, and everyone's hearts stagnated for half a beat, as if they were being suppressed by stones.

When Yan landed on the ground, a shock wave was formed, and the smoke and dust on the fighting spirit platform were instantly expelled to the surroundings, and the fiery flames began to rise.

Yan slowly got up, his fiery red eyes full of fighting intent locked Dai Yao firmly, and said in a low voice:

"Dai Yao, you are indeed very strong, but that's it for now!"

"That depends on whether you have such strength."

Dai Yao looked at Yan without showing any weakness.

"It's so powerful, far surpassing that of Sun Chuantao, he really deserves to be the golden generation of Wuhun Temple. Such an opponent is the strongest existence I have encountered since this competition."

"Nine people have been defeated, and there are five left. At present, I still have [-]% of my soul power left. Although defeating nine people only consumed [-]% of my soul power, the remaining five people are stronger than those nine people combined !"

"Yan, Dai Mubai, Xie Yue, Tang San, Hu Liena."

"Except for Dai Mubai, who is a bit weaker, the strength of each of these five people cannot be underestimated. The real test begins now!"

Dai Yao licked his lips, his eyes filled with fighting intent.

He tried his best to save his soul power, just to have more soul power now.This [-]% of the soul power, when facing an opponent like Yan, may be exhausted in one game!
At this point, he has no room to hold back. Fighting across a large level is as difficult as climbing to the sky!Must go all out!

Following the confrontation between the two, all the spectators cast their eyes over and stared at the two intently.

Ferdinand shook his head and said in admiration:
"Nine people! Nine people! These are not wine bags and rice bags, but the elites of the younger generation in the mainland. I am surprised that Dai Yao is so useless, even the martial soul is useless!"

Salas looked at Dai Yao in relief, stroked his beard and said:
"What Dai Yao has shown so far has surpassed any genius in history. This kind of talent should belong to our Wuhun Palace."

Ferdinand couldn't help laughing at the thought of his decision to defy all opinions and recruit Dai Yao into the Spirit Hall.

Not only these platinum bishops and cardinals, even the five titled Douluo and Ning Fengzhi cheered up.It's not that the match just now was unattractive, but that it's much more boring than this battle.

On one side is the most outstanding genius in the history of Wuhundian, and on the other side is the whetstone carefully selected by Pope Bibi Dong. I wonder if the knife was sharpened by the whetstone, or was it broken by the whetstone? !

Bibi Dong showed an interested look and smiled softly:
"The real game is about to begin."

While these high-ranking people were talking, the smell of gunpowder in the venue gradually became stronger with the salute before the start.

As soon as the cardinal's voice fell, the two of them possessed martial spirits in unison.

"Yan, level 52 attack type battle soul master, martial soul flame lord, please give me some advice."

Yan clasped his hands together, his whole body was covered with magma-like lines, and behind him, a huge rock giant quietly looked down at Dai Yao.In Yan's dark red eyes, there is an unconcealable arrogance and fighting spirit.

His martial spirit is the Fire Lord, a top-quality martial spirit with dual attributes of fire and rock.Even facing the Fire Phoenix Spirit, he is not inferior.

Five soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black on the body, floating and sinking quietly, the best configuration of soul rings.Especially that black spirit ring, although it was not used, it gave people a great sense of oppression.

The Soul King, with five soul rings, is enough to make any participating team lose their fighting spirit.

"Dai Yao, a level 45 attack-type battle soul master, a sacred white tiger of martial souls, please give me your advice."

Dai Yao returned the courtesy.

His hands slowly lowered, assuming an attacking posture. As the soul power surged, yellow, purple, purple, and black, four extraordinary soul ring configurations slowly emerged, exuding a halo.

Although there are only four rings, the pressure on people is not inferior to that of the soul king's Yan.A low exclamation sounded from the mouths of those high-level Wuhun Hall.

They are used to seeing too many genius soul masters, but these so-called geniuses need sharp eyesight and enough time to prove whether they are real geniuses.

But the first time they saw these four soul rings, they already knew that Dai Yao was a real genius, and they couldn't find anyone who could match him even though they looked at the ancient and modern history.

From the moment the two released their spirit rings, the front of the Pope's palace and the spirit fighting stage gradually became extremely quiet.As the two looked at each other, sparks seemed to burst out in the air!

"Game start!"

The cardinal drank. "The fifth soul skill! Flying Sand Kuangyan!"

The black soul ring was beating crazily, blooming with brilliant brilliance, and a heart-stopping aura instantly filled the entire soul fighting arena.

The moment the cardinal's words fell, Yan did not hesitate at all, and immediately used his strongest soul skill, the fifth soul skill, and Dai Yao could not tolerate any contempt from him.In an instant, the entire Soul Fighting Platform seemed to have turned into a magma purgatory.

The fiery red magma fluid is like a snake, tangles towards Dai Yao crazily.

However, he was surprised to find that a huge gap in realm could not bring any pressure to Dai Yao at all.Normally, when a soul sect faces the soul king, he will first be suppressed due to the gap in soul power.

But Dai Yao seemed not to feel the pressure, like a fish swimming in the tide of pressure.

Yan's eyes were fixed: "It's weird! The pressure I exerted didn't affect him at all!"

The fear of Dai Yao in my heart deepened even more.

"Is this the power of the fifth soul skill? It's such a strong wave that it actually turns the entire soul fighting platform into magma."

Dai Yao's heart trembled, and a look of solemnity flashed across his eyes as he looked at Yan.Shrek and the Oakland team both looked horrified.

In the original work, Yan only took action once against Shrek.And the only time he fought against the Six Shrek Monsters was because he was the only one who used the power of fire to melt the poisonous Eight Spider Soul Bones.

One person picks six people, a lonely fighter, until death.

Although Yan is a buffoon, a licking dog, a supporting role to set off Tang San's handsomeness and wisdom, there is no doubt about his determination and strength to win. This is a ruthless man who can resist the attacks of Netherworld White Tiger and Ma Hongjun even if he is alone.

If Bibi Dong hadn't conceded defeat in the end, Yan might have continued to fight.

For such an opponent, Dai Yao must be very energetic.Without any hesitation, Dai Yao used his strongest form, his third soul skill, White Tiger Dark Gold Transformation!With a soul bone attached outside, the white tiger has eight wings!

The aura of the whole person does not seem to be inferior to Se Yan, and even surpasses it by a point.

Looking at the giant flaming snake that was killing it crazily, Dai Yao used the white tiger's eight-wing maneuver to dodge, while raising one hand to the sky with his palm empty.

"The fourth soul skill—White Tiger Thunder God Strike!"

In an instant, the originally clear sky quickly dimmed, and countless silver snakes fell from the sky, dividing the sky and the earth into two halves, and the continuous thunderclaps illuminated all the spectators!

The continuous explosion of thunder roared in everyone's ears.

The falling silver snake collided with the giant flaming snake on the soul fighting stage in front of everyone's horrified eyes!
stab-

boom--

The rocks disintegrated and the lightning was extinguished. The two of them avoided each other's attacks while firing at each other with all their strength.The two gradually formed a stalemate.

Finally, the thunderbolts in the sky gradually dimmed, and the number decreased a lot, only a few scattered ones remained.Yan also felt uncomfortable, the magma on the ground completely disappeared and returned to the original ground.

Judging from the results, Dai Yao's fourth soul ability seems to be slightly stronger than his fifth soul ability.

Yan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

It is unbelievable that the fourth soul ability of a soul sect is actually more powerful than his fifth soul ability.Not only him, but almost all the spectators stood up with horror on their faces.

Is this still the Soul Sect?Their perceptions seemed to be confused.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena's eyes were dull. Although they had seen Dai Yao's fourth soul skill, they had estimated its power, which was comparable to that of a soul king.

But when they saw it with their own eyes, they were still a little shocked.The Soul Sect's battle against the Soul King was a fantasy in imagination, but it was actually before everyone's eyes.

Yan gritted his teeth and stared at Dai Yao. He was silent for a long time and said in a deep voice:

"Dai Yao, I have to admit that you are very strong, and even had the strength to compete with me when you were in the Soul Sect, but your soul power, after the consumption of the first nine games, is not much left. !"

"Now that you have used such a terrifying soul skill, how much soul power do you have left?"

"Although defeating you in this way is a bit unfair, but for the sake of Wuhundian, I must do so."

However, the next moment, his eyes widened. The dark clouds that had already begun to dissipate began to gather again, and the lightning flashed, and the thunder was bred.

Dai Yao's black soul ring lit up again, the silver snake connecting to the sky struck down again, and the thunder was deafening.

Under the sky full of thunder, Dai Yao lightly patted the wings on his back, hovering in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, his blond hair flying, his golden eyes looked down at Yan, and said indifferently:

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong, my soul power is much more than you imagined."

Knowing the power of Yan's fifth soul skill, Dai Yao had a rough understanding, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed.Many times, you are more afraid of the unknown, but when you understand it, you are not so afraid.

"Why?! Why can you use your fourth soul skill without any delay!"

Thunder continued to roar, Yan was stunned for a moment, and then roared in disbelief.

The strongest soul skills of the soul master need a certain cooling time after being used before they can be used again.Just like Yan's fifth soul ability, if he wanted to use it again, he had to wait for more than ten minutes.

Therefore, Dai Yao used the fourth soul ability without pause, and it was a skill that was as powerful as his fifth soul ability. This scene directly made him doubt his life.

But Dai Yao didn't explain, and looked down at Yan indifferently with his eyes.

Thunderbolts all over the sky condensed in Dai Yao's palm, and his entire arm was covered by the white light of thunder. His whole body turned into a bolt of thunder and rushed towards Yan.

The sound of the sonic boom spread rapidly.

Looking at Dai Yao who came to kill him, Yan's heart skipped a beat, but he was worthy of being the golden generation of Wuhun Temple, his shock was suppressed immediately, and the first four spirit rings lit up at the same time.

rub rub!
Four rock walls with magma rose abruptly in front of Yan. His martial soul had the attribute of earth, so he used four soul skills to form defensive rock walls of different shapes and thicknesses.

Even the soul king couldn't easily break these four soul skills.But even so, he didn't dare to let go of his hanging heart easily. Dai Yao gave him too much fright.

Sure enough, the next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Three rock walls were instantly shattered by Dai Yao. Every time a rock wall was broken, the amount of thunder in Dai Yao's hand was reduced by a few points. Finally, when the last rock wall was broken, the thunder in Dai Yao's hand was finally exhausted.

Seeing this situation, Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Dai Yao who was close at hand, and said: "Dai Yao, it's my turn next! If you can still use your fourth soul skill, I will be convinced that you lose. oral."

As the saying goes, there are only three things that can be done. In his understanding, he didn't believe that Dai Yao could still use the fourth soul skill, which was comparable to the Soul King's ten-thousand-year soul skill!
"That's what you want."

The moon-white figure raised his head slightly, and Yan Neng could clearly see the faint smile on the corner of Dai Yao's mouth. The next moment, amidst a muffled thunderous sound, his heart beat violently.

The power of thunder that had dried up in Dai Yao's hand became dazzling again, the black soul ring shone, and the thunder forest in the sky struck down again.

Thousand-year soul skill, third time, instantaneous!
The fist attached to the thunder shattered the last barrier and hit Yan's stomach. Yan's pupils gradually blurred. With a muffled groan, the whole person flew out, bringing with it bursts of breaking wind, and hit the fighting spirit. Under the stage.

Glancing at Yan who fell onto the Soul Fighting Platform, Dai Yao curled his lips slightly, turned around, slowly walked to the starting point and stood there, clapped his hands lightly and said:
"The golden generation is nothing more than that."

In front of the Pope's Palace, there was an uproar immediately.

(End of this chapter)