Chapter 81 Who the hell is with your own people? The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind!
"Buzz!"
Then when the messenger of death was gliding, he touched his eyes (Yao Haoxuan), adjusted his position with R flash (soul skill), and bumped (Yao Haoxuan) into Xuanzi, thus realizing the transformation.
"Careful!"
Wang Yan's eyes widened.
Just now, he was knocked down by the aftermath and his head was still groggy. When he saw Mr. Xuan being thrown a corpse bomb by the messenger of death, he quickly commanded a group of reserve team members to lie down again.
“See you later!”
The Death Messenger, who had completed a wave of Tianxiu, also turned around gracefully and ran towards the secret passage with Chen Zifeng, who was half dead and only half of his body left.
"Damn it!" Xuanzi's face turned red.
In order to control the corpse explosion, he had to temporarily give up the pursuit of the latter.
After all, he was surrounded by reserve team members who had just been knocked over by the aftershocks and had no defense at all. If these students also died, then he might as well commit suicide to apologize.
Controlling Yao Haoxuan's body, he fell to the ground, Xuanzi's face was full of grief and anger.
It's like a full-blooded warrior being attacked by the opponent's assassin Tianxiu. After using a set of gorgeous moves, he escaped with blood.
That is... red temperature.
"Roar!"
Xuanzi roared angrily and rushed after him.
As Xuanzi's figure gradually faded away, the place slowly returned to calm.
Wang Yan hurriedly checked everyone's injuries.
The tragic scene is shocking.
It made his heart feel cold.
The original peak lineup could win the championship with just kicks, but what about now?
Whether we can make it to the finals is a question.
"Brother! Are you okay?" Dai Huabin, regardless of the blood stains on his body, stumbled and knelt beside Dai Yueheng, his face full of grief.
Zhu Lu also hurriedly came to her side, her face full of worry.
There is no inheritance in the Lao Dai family. They all work hard on their own, so the (direct) brothers are quite harmonious.
"Stop shaking it, I'm going to die if I shake it any more!" Dai Yueheng spat out a mouthful of blood and panted rapidly in his chest. After his breath became smoother, he struggled to get up again, "How is the situation now?"< br>
"Among the regular team members, only Senior Sister Ling is the least injured. Other than that, you and Senior Sister Xiaotao, the rest, the rest..." Dai Huabin turned his head and couldn't bear to speak.
"Huh..."
Dai Yaoheng slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about…
Wang Dong coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the messy scene, Ma Xiaotao, who was half dead, couldn't bear to say sarcastic words and sighed helplessly.
This is the Shrek student.
The most prestigious first college in the continent!
Fortunately, she had high expectations for this before she came, but she didn't expect that they were all a group of self-righteous and reckless men who only thought about muscles!
As long as you wear a defensive soul guide! If Mr. Xuan could follow behind him, he would never be like this!
Her original filter for Shrek Academy was completely shattered...
"This evil soul master is so strong..."
Xiao Xiao said sadly.
……
Strong, where is it strong?
It's been like this for so many years, okay, can you find out why? Have you practiced hard, and have your soul power improved?
Running in the dark passage, pressing blast continuously, blocking the pursuer Xuanzi behind him.
The messenger of death was filled with joy.
This old guy was tricked around by him. A titled Douluo was tricked by a soul king. If this matter spreads...
He weighed the shadow crystal in his hand.
A cheap soul guide, passed down from the Sun and Moon Empire, can record everything that happens within an hour.
And he kept it carefully in his pocket. This was his bragging rights in the future.
After running for a few seconds.
A glimmer of light came from the dark passage ahead.
"Finally!"
The messenger of death looked excited.
"I'm coming out!" At the end of the cave, there were twelve corpses with stiff faces standing neatly, which was his last trump card.
"It's a pity, if you give me another ten years, I can only get the title of Douluo!" The Death Messenger said regretfully.
These corpse puppets are all his previous belongings. It took him a long time to save them. After wasting them all at once, he has to start from scratch...
"Hmph, Shrek Academy, just wait..."
The Death Messenger snorted coldly, lifted the dying Chen Zifeng in his hand, turned around and headed deeper into the Mingdou Mountains.
……
"What? You didn't catch up with him?!" Wang Yan said with wide eyes and disbelief.
Please, you are a level 98 Super Douluo!
The opponent is just a soul king who doesn't even have the best soul ring ratio. How can he escape from your hands?
"..."
Facing Wang Yan who lost his composure, Xuanzi sat sullenly on the stone and took a sip of wine.
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"Huchihuchi..."
Wang spoke for a long time before he calmed down.
"What's the situation now?" Xuanzi said in a low voice.
"Among the main team members, Yao Haoxuan died with only his bones left. Gong Yangmo's body was severely corroded, and Xixi was also about the same. He had to be sent back to the academy for treatment as soon as possible. Ma Xiaotao and Dai Huabin were also seriously injured and will not be able to play for more than half a month at the earliest. Ling Luochen's injuries are the least serious and will take about a week. Chen Zifeng's... whereabouts are unknown."
Wang Yan said in a serious tone.
"..."
Xuanzi was silent, with grief, anger and regret on his face.
He took another sip of wine and said, "What about the reserve team?"
"The reserve team members only had minor injuries, nothing serious."
"Okay, then I will take Xixi and Gongyang Mo back to the academy first. As for the competition... just try your best. I will ask Poseidon Pavilion to resign, and I will bear all the blame."
Xuanzi said sadly.
"...good"
Wang Yan nodded indifferently and then ignored him.
Should he bear the blame?
What a joke, unless he tells the world that Shrek Academy’s mistakes this time were his fault, then he can only take responsibility!
Within Shrek Academy, if you show off your temper and leave, does that mean you have to take responsibility?
Hum hum...
What a fool.
……
Standing in front of you now is the mere Soul King, the injury-free speed pass Shrek team, the pride of the evil soul master, the true son of destiny, the messenger of death!
The grim reaper's face almost broke out in laughter.
When word of this battle spread, even though the previous family fortune was wiped out, it would soon be able to build up a wealthy and powerful force.
When you go to the Sun and Moon Empire, the [Holy Land] that all evil soul masters dream of, and join the Holy Spirit Cult, you will start a new life.
As for Shrek Academy, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years.
But the next moment.
His dodging figure suddenly froze.
He looked around cautiously.
"Plop, plop!"
The surrounding trees shook, and countless black crows flew out.
A human figure formed on the treetops.
"The soul king is so powerful that he can escape from Xuanzi. It seems that His Highness the Holy Son is right. This man really has something..."
Wu Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Holy Son... I wonder who you are?" the Death Messenger warned.
"The ninth offering of the Holy Spirit Church."
"Hey, one of my own! Myself..." The Death Messenger was very happy.
But before the words could be spoken, the body stiffened and fell, and the bodies separated...
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
Before his consciousness dissipated, a faint voice came.
And Wu Yun’s disgusted expression...
(End of chapter)