Chapter 195 The Elephant Armor is not good enough (Second update, please subscribe!)
Without the enhancement of the fairy grass, the six-thousand-year-old soul ring of the Human-Faced Demon Spider cannot achieve the improvement effect of the ten-thousand-year soul ring of the Crypt Demon Spider on the martial soul.
Not to mention such a large-scale instant field soul skill, which would have once again reduced the strength of Blue Silver Grass.
Tang San was still only a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, and the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had not yet awakened. Naturally, this strength could not withstand the trampling of such a top beast martial spirit, the Diamond Mammoth.
The fatigue caused by the weak martial spirit is clearly evident.
Shrek's side had already eaten the sausage. Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai, two attack-type soul sects, wanted to take over. At the same time, two soul sects, Xiao Wu and Osluo, wanted to quickly eliminate the four soul sects.
But facing a martial spirit like Diamond Mammoth with astonishing defense, it was a bit difficult to attack under the solid formation of seven people side by side.
After a moment's hesitation, he ordered his teammates to take two steps back without attacking directly. Tang San continued to test.
Several streaks of purple-black bluesilver grass spread out like flying snakes swimming on the ground, wrapping around the thick horn-covered thighs of the Elephant Academy members.
Blue and silver winding!
The next moment, something unexpected happened to him.
The thick grass vines only caused the opponent's footsteps to pause for a moment, and then collapsed directly.
The second soul ring is useless.
The third soul skill, Spider Web Binding, consumes a lot of soul power and cannot be used directly at this start.
The toxins attached to Bluesilver Grass also have no effect.
The toxins cannot penetrate the skin through the barbs on the surface of Bluesilver Grass and enter their bodies.
The worst case scenario happened. The opponent's defense was too high and Bluesilver Grass couldn't break it at all!
Even if you use force to overcome skill, you cannot control it.
Tang San's pupils suddenly shrank, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.
Fang Ling was right, Bluesilver Grass was indeed too weak.
If he was practicing the Clear Sky Hammer, he would just go up and blast them right now.
How can the Diamond Mammoth compare to the Clear Sky Hammer...
The name of "Thanks to Blue Silver Grass for destroying the martial spirit" was indeed true. Tang San's heart was filled with complicated emotions and the meaning was difficult to understand.
Unconsciously, a new idea sprouted in my heart.
Without thinking much, Tang San just directed everyone to get on top.
The opponent occupies too much space in the arena, so they cannot continue to advance. Sufficient fighting space must be reserved for Tian Heng and Mu Bai.
The five soul sects, working with all their strength, could never lose in a place like this.
Fang Ling, who was sitting in the VIP seat watching the battle, had a look of pity in his eyes: "The soul ring configuration is very good. If you can practice and become a soul sect at this age, your talent is also first-rate."
"However, the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit is too weak."
Without the Netherworld White Tiger, a powerful weapon of martial soul fusion, facing the Touya Academy, it was slowly advancing bit by bit, while Lan Yincao, who was weaker than its original trajectory, had less time to control.
Shrek couldn't play any tricks and could only choose the hard top.
Fortunately, my cultivation level is higher and I can withstand it.
"Who does my nephew think will win?" Xue Ye asked curiously.
Fang Ling gave his own answer:
"Shrek, after all, they are five soul sects, and their overall cultivation level is higher. Although the Blue Silver Grass is weak, with Tang San's fighting thinking, the adjustment of the battle is even better."
Xue Ye nodded slightly: "If you were a good nephew, how would you face this situation?"
Fang Ling glanced at Salas, who retracted his extended ears.
Somewhat funny.
Xue Ye understood his move clearly and said hurriedly: "If it involves tactics, there is no need to say more. The old man doesn't have to listen."
Fang Ling smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: "It's okay to tell your Majesty. I'm famous too early, and my soul skills are no secret." "My nerve reflexes are extremely fast, and my fighting style is agile and elegant, while the Diamond Mammoth is too bulky and mobile. Slowly, no matter how powerful you are, it’s useless if you can’t hit someone.”
"While it may seem like the lineup is solid, in fact it is too closely arranged and interferes with each other."
"The defense seems to be strong, but the defense that cannot be broken by Blue Silver Grass is like paper in front of my spell-breaking blade."
There was a bit more arrogance in his voice, "In that case, then rely on absolute strength and run over directly!"
Not to mention anything else, going back to the comparison of strength, his strength has already far exceeded the limits of his peers.
He can use his fingers as well as his arms, and can use an eight hundred kilogram long-handled war scythe flexibly and freely. He can defeat the Elephant Academy with sheer force!
"Just run over!" Xue Ye cheered. Under this sound, he seemed to see the red sun rising and blooming with bright light.
With such a peerless genius, why should the empire not be prosperous?
There had never been a moment when Xue Ye felt that the champion of the Soul Master Competition was so close.
Fang Ling's words did not evade anyone at all. The VIP table was so small. Hu Yanzhen, a Contra, looked a little uncertain when he heard this.
Although I know that you are a young soul king genius and the grandson-in-law of Dugu Bo, a Poison Douluo.
But I, the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, am still here, so unabashed...
What an unworthy man!
When Ning Fengzhi saw this, a smile appeared on his gentle face, trying to smooth things over:
"Master Huyan, please don't be angry. Xiaoling is a talented young man. He is naturally very high-spirited and will say whatever comes to mind. It is not meant to belittle."
Hu Yanzhen's eyes widened and he breathed heavily: "I'm not angry, I'm just sighing and feeling how powerful Fang Ling is."
Then there was a bit of reluctance to admit defeat.
"If we face Fang Ling, the proud soul king, Elephant Armor Academy will naturally be defeated, but Shrek Academy, which has a disorganized team structure, even with five soul sects, is not without hope of victory."
The two teams are fighting fiercely.
Although Yu Tianheng's thunder and lightning will be weakened when faced with an earth element martial spirit like Diamond Mammoth, it is not completely useless.
But the strength of the True Dragon Martial Spirit is there. Apart from this powerful element, the possession of the special Martial Spirit gives him great strength. The thick dragon scales have no effect on Fang Ling, but it is difficult for others to break through his defense.
The third soul ring was activated like thunder. Surrounded by endless blue-purple lightning, Yu Tianheng and Hu Yanli still fought fiercely even though they were not as tall as Hu Yanli, the leader of the Elephant Armor Academy team.
Dai Mubai had a relatively difficult time dealing with it.
The White Tiger Spirit is nominally a top-level beast spirit that is as powerful as the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex. In fact, it has neither special attributes nor outstanding resistance. It also has no special abilities. It is purely for their own benefit.
This time there is no bonus to the body from the fairy grass, so I can only say that I am trying my best.
Fang Ling's eyes sparkled, and he watched the battle quietly.
The small competition stage around the main spirit fighting arena also shone brightly, but Fang Ling's eyes only wandered to Xiao Wu and Tang San.
After such a fierce battle, Xiao Wu still didn't show any aura of a hundred thousand year old soul beast.
Did Tang Hao send something to hide his aura?
In the world of soul masters, not only can a person's aura be masked by the color of lovesickness, but with Tang Hao's title, it is really possible to find it.
Fang Ling didn't know, he was too lazy to think about it, and he didn't covet Xiao Wu's soul ring. What happened to Xiao Wu had nothing to do with him.
He just continued to look at Tang San, and under his unremitting scrutiny, the dissonance became more and more intense.
It's a pity that the elephant armor is not powerful.
Apart from letting Tang San understand the weakness of Bluesilver Grass one step closer, it didn't expose him any more. Maybe he had to wait for some injuries?
Fang Ling fell into thinking.
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