Douluo's Steady Douluo

Chapter 141 Friendship Breaking Face Fist

"Oh? You, a food-based soul master, also want to join in the fun?" Zhao Wuji looked like he would accept anyone who came.

Xie Chun didn't reply and rushed forward with a solemn expression.

"A serious punch."

Zhao Wou-ki didn't take the punching fist seriously, he straightened his chest, wanting to see how much strength he had.

Although the opponent didn't extend his hand to block it, Xie Chun clearly felt that he had gathered a part of his soul power to his chest, and the effect of a normal soul master's hitting was probably to hit the anti-armor.

But obviously, he is a fake soul master, even if he only exerted % of his strength, he still knocked Zao Wou-ki back a few steps.

Zhu Zhuqing's keen sense of smell seized this opportunity in an instant, and came to the direction where Zao Wou-ki was retreating.

"Hundred Claws of the Netherworld."

I saw that Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, one blue and one green, stood upright, and the whole person was wrapped in the soul power, and he swarmed in the air, spinning rapidly and rushing towards Zhao Wou-ki's back.

As he got closer, claws appeared in the grouped figure. They used the power of rapid rotation and the sharp attack power of the cat's claws to attack the same position hundreds of times in a very short period of time.

Xie Chun looked at the situation behind him and thought of the chainsaw, both of which seemed to have similar effects.

The power of Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Hundred Claws is not small, even Zhao Wuji's physical body cannot be ignored.

Hearing a roar of "Ho", the first soul ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up.

In just a split second, a strong golden light burst out, and Zhu Zhuqing, who was performing the soul skill behind him, was thrown into the air, and let out a miserable moan in the air.

Xie Chun used the precise parabola formula to calculate Zhu Zhuqing's landing point and caught him in a flash.

Holding Zhu Zhuqing who was as soft as cotton in his arms, he found that the matter was not that simple. He thought she was just fainted, but now that he looked at it this way, his arms were dislocated, and the possibility of internal injuries was not ruled out.

It's a bit too much to be true, he doesn't believe that a soul sage can't control his own soul power, so he can hit so hard.

Handing Zhu Zhuqing to Ning Rongrong who was dazed at the side, Xie Chun walked in front of Zhao Wou-ki expressionlessly.

If we really want to trace the root cause, he himself has a small share of the blame. If he had known that something like this would happen, he would have directly passed the dungeon through power training, and he should not have done anything to test the operation of the alt.

If Ning Rongrong was beaten and his arms were dislocated, he would probably be beaten to the point of dislocation by two titled Douluo from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. The danger would be nipped in the cradle.

Zhao Wuji saw the serious expression on his face and wanted to laugh: "You don't still want to avenge her, do you?"

"I'm just a little curious. With the strength of the soul sage, he should be able to control his own soul skills and not let it hurt people too much."

"Who is a soul master who hasn't been injured at all?" Zhao Wuji's tone didn't seem to care about this.

Xie Chun's gaze was a bit deep: "Indeed, it's okay for the soul master to get hurt a little bit."

"It's good to know that your only soul master with offensive power has fallen. I don't need to take action on the remaining two of you. You can't even stop me for a stick of incense. This is the difference in strength."

Xie Chun didn't respond in a hurry, and first used his soul power to detect the situation in Zhu Zhuqing's body, and found that the problem was not very big. In the world of martial arts, it was called internal breath disorder, but in this continent, it was called poor circulation of soul power.

It should be fine in two days.

If the arm can be successfully reattached.

He has read some medical books, but he can't imitate Zhao Kuo's talk on paper. Just because he understands it doesn't mean he will do it. Who will be responsible if he breaks his arm at once? So you still need to find professionals to handle it.

"Rongrong, you take her to the clinic to get her arm connected first."

Ning Rongrong tilted his head in doubt, and connected Zhu Zhuqing's arm with two clicks.

That's okay. Have you used all your skill points to do this?

Xie Chun shook his head and didn't worry about it anymore. A pair of fallen angel wings popped out from behind, and he walked in front of Zhao Wou-ki calmly.

"You still want to continue the previous assessment? You can't stop any of my soul skills." Zhao Wuji glanced at the wing behind the opponent, guessing that it might be a torso soul bone?

"Assessment? It's not impossible for you to think so." Xie Chun smiled slightly.

"Then come." Zao Wou-ki patted his chest, "There is still half a stick of incense time, more than enough to deal with you."

Xie Chun did not refute, and took out the long sword engraved with the word "reason" from the storage ring: "I have always convinced people with reason. If you can defeat me today, forget about Zhu Zhuqing."

"Where did you get your confidence, just because of a weapon?" Zhao Wuji confirmed that the sword in his hand was an ordinary long sword sold by the blacksmith shop on the street.

"Probably." Xie Chun condensed his soul power on the sword, released his second soul skill, Falling Heaven Sword, and slashed at Zhao Wuji who was not far away.

Zhao Wuji didn't pay attention to the attack of a soul master at first, but the instinct of his body made him feel the danger, so he subconsciously activated his Fudo King Body.

"late."

Xie Chun's sword slashed firmly on his body. Although there were no superficial scars, it could be seen from the vain footsteps when he retreated that he was not feeling well.

"Are you creating your own soul skill?" Zhao Wuji asked in shock.

"Yes." Xie Chun no longer wanted to refute him, because what Zhao Wuji said was like what a person with terminal cancer said. He was already like this, so why couldn't he obey him.

"Good boy, it really is a monster." Zhao Wou-ki was a little overjoyed, "Let's see if you can take my trick."

"Powerful Vajra Palm."

I saw Zhao Wuji's hands turned into bear's paws, and he patted them straight.

"All souls are silent."

There were a few streaks of purple streamer on Yili's persuading sword, facing the bear's paw that was slapped by the opponent.

The moment the two sides touched, Xie Chun was at a disadvantage. The soul sage is the soul sage after all, but as time went by, the soul power in the opponent's hand continued to be corroded. Xie Chun successfully pushed Zhao Wou-ki to the ground, taking advantage of the situation The stream of corrosive soul power covered his whole body, thus preventing his ability to resist.

The next step is to remove the arms.

He definitely doesn't know how to install it, but there is no problem in dismantling it. Disassembly is human instinct, but installation requires professional knowledge.

Just as he was thinking about whether to start with the left arm or the right arm, a person suddenly appeared in the middle of the field.

This is a man in his fifties, with a strong build and wearing black-rimmed crystal glasses.

Xie Chun had seen the portrait of this person, and Ning Fengzhi asked him to deliver the letter to this person.

The dean of Shrek Academy, Flender.

It didn't seem right to take off the arm of a teacher from another college in front of the dean. Xie Chun thought for a while and hit Zhao Wuji's face with a friendly fist, which was considered revenge.

Xie Chun stood up from the ground, walked in front of Flender, and kindly took his hand and shook it twice.

"I have admired our Shrek Academy for a long time. It is a great honor to have the opportunity to join today. Please take care of us in the future."

Flender glanced at Zhao Wuji, who was twitching on the ground, and then at Xie Chun, who had a harmless face.

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