Chapter 32: Open your back
"Boy, don't do arrogant things if you don't have some strength." Zhao Wuji was dissatisfied with Tang San's actions.
But he didn’t know that somewhere in a dark corner, a man in black robe clenched his fists tightly and wanted to skin him alive.
Tang San's eyes were scarlet red, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
The Blue Silver Grass Spirit had no attack ability, so he gave up decisively.
He touched the twenty-four bridges on the bright moonlit night with both hands on his waist, and the hidden weapon stored in the soul guide appeared in his hands.
With both hands waving rapidly, countless hidden weapons flew towards Zhao Wuji like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
Relying on sleight of hand to launch hidden weapons, this technique has never been seen in the history of Douluo Continent.
Zhao Wuji failed to see the way for a moment and almost fell into Tang San's trap.
Although the attacks from hidden weapons were intensive, Zhao Wuji's defense seemed to be superior.
Most of the hidden weapons landed on his skin and were spread out directly. Only a few of the hidden weapons were able to penetrate into his body.
Without the Dragon Beard Needle, Tang San could not threaten Zhao Wuji at all.
Zhao Wuji could force out the hidden weapon that penetrated his body with just a little use of his soul power.
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"What kind of fighting style is this? What kind of weapon is this?" Dai Mubai, who was watching the battle, was dumbfounded.
Under such an offensive, even the powerful Soul Saint would look a little embarrassed. If it were him, he would have been turned into a hedgehog long ago.
Dai Mubai was a little lucky that when he met them for the first time, Tang San didn't let Xiao Wu play, otherwise he would be in trouble.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but cover her mouth. She had never seen such a crazy move.
“Boy, my patience has its limit.” Zhao Wuji shouted loudly, but he still tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.
Fudo Myooh is an evil posthumous title. He has never been a good person.
Tang San's repeated provocations had already made him furious.
The fifth soul ring under his feet flashed with light, then died down, and then the fourth soul ring lit up.
"The fourth soul skill, positioning and tracking."
Ning Tianchen on the side couldn't help but feel a little lucky, "Fortunately, I didn't use the ten thousand year soul skill."
For now For Tang San, the Soul Saint's ten thousand year soul skill was enough to kill him.
If Tang San dies, Tang Hao will completely become a madman. At that time, it will be a disaster for both the Qibao Glazed Sect and the entire continent.
Without the power to influence the course of history, Ning Tianchen felt that letting the general timeline develop according to its original trajectory was the best option.
Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill has the ability to track, but according to his current furious state, if Tang San is caught by him, he will be beaten to a disability even if he doesn't die.
With a thought in his mind, the Seven Killing Sword in Ning Tianchen's hand flew out and landed in front of Tang San.
“The second soul skill, dragon sword protection.”
The soul power turned into thousands of spiritual swords, forming a sword energy barrier in front of Tang San.
Zhao Wuji's body jumped up and landed on the barrier, shattering it in just a moment.
After receiving the buffer, the power of his soul skills was reduced a bit.
Tang San's hidden weapons were exhausted and he was no longer able to fight back.
Zhao Wuji grabbed his neck and threw him out fiercely.
"Rong Rong, Dai Mubai, you go find someone to treat everyone first, and leave the rest to me." Ning Tianchen quickly arranged.
Tang San was not useless, at least it took a lot of time.
Immediately, Ning Tianchen looked at the incense stick not far away, and thought to himself: "There are still about two minutes, I hope I can survive until the end."
"Now only It's just you and me, let's have some fun." Zhao Wuji laughed and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Teacher Zhao, please enlighten me."
With a casual hook, the Seven Kills Sword fell into his hands.
Standing with the sword in hand, his figure remained on the spot without flinching at all.
This time, Zao Wuji took the lead.
His fist is as big as a child's head. You can imagine the power of this punch. Ning Tianchen frowned. He was only two meters away from the edge of the open space. If he was not careful, he would be eliminated.
"Seven Killing Sword Technique, Sword Controlling Style."
This sword control does not mean flying with a sword, but uses offense as defense to guard the four directions.
The Seven Killing Sword stood in front of him and caught the punch.
Compared to before, the force of Zhao Wuji's punches at this time was obviously several times greater. Ning Tianchen's hands holding the sword actually trembled a little.
My legs slid on the ground for one meter before I stabilized my body.
"Can you still block the next punch?" Zhao Wuji sneered and struck with another punch.
Even if he could catch this punch, Ning Tianchen's body would be knocked out of the open area because of the strong force.
"Sword Wings!"
A pair of wings grew out of his back, and under his control, the sharp wing tips struck towards Zhao Wuji's neck.
The length of the sword wing was longer than Zhao Wuji's arm. If the latter wanted to hit him with his fist, the sword wing would first pierce his throat.
"Soul bone!" Zhao Wuji was startled and immediately stopped his attack.
Ning Tianchen took this opportunity and relied on the flying ability of the sword wings to jump into the air.
"The third soul skill, Sword Wings Soar."
Under his control, the Seven Kills Sword was like a flying sword, stabbing at Zhao Wuji.
“Powerful Vajra Palm!”
Zhao Wuji couldn't bear the trouble and slapped the Seven Killing Sword away with one palm.
When he raised his head and looked at Ning Tianchen, the sword wing behind him was only a skeleton, and the wings had long since disappeared.
For a moment, he was a little confused.
Ning Tianchen, who was in mid-air, secretly rejoiced in his heart.
The sword wing that has lost its wings still has the ability to fly. Otherwise, he will be passive.
"Boy, flying into the air is not a wise decision. Don't you know that my fourth soul skill can lock you in!" Zhao Wuji hated that iron could not make steel.
Just now, he showed the effect of soul skills. Ning Tianchen still dares to fly. Isn't this stupid?
After he finished speaking, the fourth soul ring under his feet lit up.
The soul skill was locked on Ning Tianchen. The next moment, he jumped up, trying to show the opponent some color.
“Well done, let me open your back!”
"The third soul skill, Sword Wings Soar. The soul bone skill is attached to the outside, and the feather blades fly."
The wings of Sword Wings are not withered, they were hidden nearby by him while the Seven Kills Sword was dragging the opponent. .
The soul skill was activated, and countless feather blades and seven-kill swords shot towards Zhao Wuji's back as if under orders.
“What!”
The powerful Vajra Bear martial spirit has no ability to fly. At this moment, he was in mid-air, and Zhao Wuji could not adjust his posture at all.
With the sharpness of the Seven Kills Sword, this blow was very likely to penetrate his body.
Playing like a hawk all your life, you will eventually get pecked in the eye.
"The seventh soul skill, the true form of the martial spirit!"
The figure of the powerful diamond bear rose into the sky, and all of Zhao Wuji's attributes made a qualitative leap.
The Feather Blade and the Seven Kills Sword landed on Wu Hun Zhen without causing any injuries.
With the soul master's body, Ning Tianchen can be proud of forcing the soul saint to use the martial soul's true body.
It’s just that the blow just now has exhausted his soul power.
Jianyi lost the blessing of soul power and retracted his body instantly. The loss of strength in his body caused him to fall into coma and fall from the air.
Zhao Wuji said with admiration: "Good boy, you are the real monster."
He jumped up again and caught Ning Tianchen who fell from the air. He is protected from secondary harm.
(End of this chapter)