Douluo Dalu

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A sigh of snoring, Tang San retreats, and the fat man is kicked back a few steps. The two actually spelled a half a catty. The soul of the fat man seems to be only a little worse than Tang.

The fat man snorted. "It turns out that you are also a soul teacher. No wonder you dare to take care of my business. Let you see and see, what is strength."

As he said, the fat man snorted, "The Phoenix possessed."

When I heard the word of the phoenix, Tang San and Xiao Wu’s heart were at the same time. There were several particularly powerful ones in the beast of the beast, one of which was the phoenix. The phoenix is ​​also called a colorful bird. The Phoenix Wuhun not only gives the host the ability to fly, but also gives the fire a powerful attack. It is the best of the strong war martial arts.

The purple-red light rushed out of the body of the little fat man, and the short hair on his head suddenly became longer, and he gathered toward the center and became a kind of Mosigan-style release. The wings did not appear, but the purple-red light passed through the body and immediately released a strong heat. Two laps of yellow soul ring rise from his feet at the same time, and a long mane extends from the bare arm that is exposed. Both hands also become claw-shaped.

Looking at him, Xiaowu smiled. "Is there such a fat phoenix? I think he thinks like a chicken."

Ma Hongjun looks really funny at this time, the round body, the arm with long purple-red feathers, the hair that is erected, if he is a phoenix, I am afraid that no one will believe it, more like a fat hen.

Ma Hongjun seems to be touched by the scales, and he is furious. "Who do you say is a chicken?" The hands raised, the first soul ring suddenly lit up, and the mouth opened fiercely, a thin purple The flame spouted in the direction of the little dance.

The high heat caused the air to distort, and the purple flame did not look sharp, and it was ejected like an extended fire line in the air.

"Be careful." Tang San's right hand waved, a blue long vine floated on the soft and slender waist of the little dance, pulling her sideways to her side, avoiding the fire from Ma Hongjun.

However, Ma Hongjun obviously did not let them go. The flame in the mouth kept at the burning length of five meters and did not go out. The body that chased the little dance slid laterally, just like a five-meter-long flame weapon.

Tang San took the little dance's hand and quickly retreated, while several blue silver grasses had quickly extended. Through a brief observation, he has found that Ma Hongjun's flame temperature should be very high, but there is a disadvantage, that is, the attack distance is only five meters. As long as you limit his actions, it is not difficult to deal with them.

Sure enough, when Ma Hongjun just wanted to pursue, he only felt that his feet were stiff, his legs had been entangled in the blue and silver grass, and a strong tingling came from the skin of his legs, followed by a feeling of paralysis.

Ma Hongjun was taken aback and looked down at the blue silver grass that was entangled. Immediately did not hesitate to open his second soul ring skills.

With a bang, the fierce purple flame suddenly burned from him. Ma Hongjun’s fat body erupted from the body like this, and suddenly spread out. The blue silver grass wrapped around him and the purple flame came into contact with each other. It burned and turned into an ashes in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Tang San could not help but be amazed. He clearly felt that Ma Hongjun’s martial arts seemed to be the nemesis of his own martial arts.

Although the blue silver grass has become extremely tough under the influence of two soul rings, as a plant, at least for now, it is extremely fearful of fire.

Ma Hongjun, who is burning purple flames, looks like a powerful force. His eyes are filled with angry fire. The big step is rushing toward the direction of Tang San and Xiao Dance. The flame in his mouth is like a vulcan.

"I am coming." Tang San did not catch, the little dance had already smashed out. The furry rabbit ears trembled slightly in her quick action, and the whole body was full of red light, and the soul was completely released.

Tang San’s hands and fingers were slightly moved, and several pieces of hidden weapons were buckled in his hands. His eyes were purple and clear. Once he found that the little dance was in danger, he would immediately hesitate to shoot.

Although the martial spirit of this fat man is very strong, but through the previous contact Tang San knows that his soul is even worse than himself. It is impossible to block your own hidden weapon like Zao Wou-Ki.

Ma Hongjun saw the little dance rushing to himself, and in the middle of it, the unwelcome fire line was sprayed over, and the fire line drawn a circle in the air, blocking all the roads that the small dance could advance.

Ma Hongjun thought in his heart, dead hoes, dare to say that I am a chicken, do not give you a look at the color, Lao Tzu is not called evil fire phoenix. However, she is very pretty, and she should not burn it. As he thought about it, the flame he spurted became weaker, hurting enough, but not fatal.

The temperature of the purple flame drops, and the little dance naturally feels like it. Does this fat person care for it? Ok, then I am also gentle to you.

Just when Ma Hongjun thought that the little dance would hurt his first soul ring in the Phoenix FireWire, suddenly, the little dance body in the air instantly curled up together, and at the same time, the light body fluttered in the air, and the soft body seemed to have broken through. The limits of the human body are generally, and the hard-skinned drills have passed through the gaps in which he fired the fire. When the body stretched again, it was already around Ma Hongjun.

What is the strength of the little dance? Tang San can only guarantee a tie with her when she does not use the hidden weapon, and she can't let her close.

Although Ma Hongjun's second soul ring is a full-defense and attacking skill. However, the little dance has already put its own soul out, and it is no problem to resist it for a short time.

When Tang San looked at the little dance and came to Ma Hongjun, the hidden weapon in his hand had already recovered the twenty-four bridges, and there was no suspense in this battle.