Douluo Dalu

The one hundred and forty-third chapter exceeds the limit of the face of the devil's soul ring (on)

Before the comparison with Tang San, because the two quickly entered the stage of soul competition, Meng still did not make his own soul knife. Meng Hao is not convinced that Tang San can get this kind of throwing weapon for the first time better than his granddaughter.

Meng still nodded to his grandfather, "Grandpa, let's get started."

Meng Hao told Tang Sandao: "Are you ready?"

Tang nodded three times. Need to prepare for the darker? Of course, with his character, naturally, this kind of words will not be said.

Meng still quickly spread the cloth in his hand to the waist clothes. The back of the cloth bag has a hook and can be glued with any material to facilitate the use. She also looked at Tang Sanyi when she brought her own bag. It was found that Tang San’s hand was stunned with a hand, and it didn’t look like he would use a throwing weapon. Seeing this scene, Meng still feels a little smug in his heart.

Long Gong Meng Yu shot, his people did not move, but a hand, throwing the four-meter leading caduceus in his hand.

The loud sound of the dragon screamed from the head of the cane, and the silver cane was like a silver dragon, flying fast toward the big tree 20 meters away.

With a muffled sound, Meng Hao’s power is just right, giving full play to the power of the earthquake. Without hurting the tree itself, the leaves are like rain.

Meng still Jiao Jiao, his hands shot at the same time, a cold light quickly from the cloth bag, her movements are also neat, throwing out all the 18-handed soul-breaking knife in one breath.

Perhaps it is because the heart is full of anger against Tang San, which inspires his own state. Meng still clearly feels that he feels very good at throwing a broken soul knife today. She can be sure that each of her own broken soul knives has accurately hit the target, and even the existence of two leaves in the stab.

Meng is still concentrating on the throwing of his flying knife, and Meng Yu’s eyes are on Tang San’s body after the leader’s cane is shot. His faucet crutches are martial arts souls. After they are released, they only need to rely on the soul to recover. They do not need to be deliberately controlled. He wants to see if this young man named Tang San can bring himself some surprises again.

Under Meng Hao’s gaze, Tang San made an action that made the Hu Shilong snake couple incomprehensible. When the leading cane was shot, he turned around.

But instead of turning to the big tree of the target, it is against the big tree. At the same time that Meng still shot, Tang San’s hand holding the cloth bag also moved. The entire cloth was unfolded in his right hand, and then the cloth trembled.

Eighteen cold lights left their original position almost at the same time.

Meng still's soul-breaking knife is naturally shot from the front, but Meng Hao sees clearly, Tang San's broken soul knife is actually an arc of walking.

For a flying knife to be thrown in an arc, it requires a very sophisticated technique. Tang San did not even control it with his hands, but only with the cloth bag, it made all the soul-breaking knives produce such an effect.

Even the dragon Gong Meng, who is a Contra, can't help but be surprised. Look carefully at the destination of the Tang Sanchao's flying sword.

The sound of screaming is loud, and the sound of the blade piercing the trunk is dense. The leaves in the air are gradually drifting, and the test is over.

Meng still turned to look at Tang San, just to see Tang three turn around, can not help but some angry said: "You did not shoot?"

Tang San shakes the bag with a hollow hand and says: "I have already shot."

Just as Meng was still at a glance, the Hu Shilong snake husband and wife had come to her side, and Meng Hao sighed and said: "God is skillful. Still, you lost."

Meng is still unclear, so looking at his grandfather, Meng Hao shook her head and said: "The result does not have to go. Let's go."

"No, I don't believe it." Before he saw it, how could Meng believe that the weapon he was best at throwing was actually lost to Tang San, who had no physical strength? I ignored the obstruction of my grandparents and flew toward the big tree. Why she refused to believe that she would lose.

Meng Hao sighed and murmured to himself: "I am afraid that this will not be a small blow. However, let her know that there are people outside the world, there is no reason in the sky, and there is no harm."

When I came to the tree, what Meng still saw first was the flying knife that she threw. As she judged herself, the 18-handed flying knives were all inserted in the trunk, and in a small range, each handle There is at least one leaf on the broken soul knife, the most, and even three.

It is a bit stronger than her usual level.

However, when Meng still moved his eyes upwards and saw those soul-breaking knives with blue ribbons, the whole person was in a sluggish state.

The 18-handle blue ribbon with the soul-breaking knife is neatly stopped on the trunk and divided into three rows, each row of six handles, just forming a three-word.

There wasn't a broken soul knife with a stalk of leaves, and even the depth of the blade into the tree was exactly the same. Compared with Meng’s 18-handed slashing knife, the contrast is really obvious.

Meng Yu’s voice was introduced into Meng’s ear. “Taro, admit defeat. Tang’s technique can’t be done even if I ask myself. At the same time, I will shoot at the same time. Even there is only one voice, and every sword is worn. Ten leaves. Moreover, when he was shot, he was completely facing away from the tree and did not look at it with his eyes. Such skills can only be described with his skill."

Meng still slowly turned around and looked at his grandfather. Although her eyes were no longer sluggish, the whole person seemed to have lost her soul. I didn’t even want my own soul-breaking knife, and walked over to my grandparents step by step.

As Meng Hao said, being defeated in his best ability, the blow to Meng is still too great.

Within three days, he lost to Tang San twice, and once lost more than once, the soul beast was twice robbed. Her long-standing confidence has been devastated by Tang San.

Tang San strode to the front, the palm of his hand was wiped at the waist, a steel needle was spilled, and the broken soul knife on the tree was all knocked down. The steel needle also followed the track and fell back to his hand. He was wrapped in a cloth bag by his income.

After doing this, he quickly chased Meng in front of him, "Miss Meng, your soul knife."

Meng still looked up at him. At this time, her beautiful face looked pale. "Are you coming to tease me?"

Tang San shook his head and said: "No. Actually, you don't need to be upset. I have been practicing the hidden weapon since I was three years old. Although I am still less than 13 years old this year, I have been practicing for nine years. I used the hidden weapon just now. I have done my best. That is the most subtle way I can use now."

"The hidden weapon?" Meng is still attracted a bit of attention by this new term.

Tang San handed the broken soul knife into her hands. "The secret weapon is used in the dark. I call it a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon should not be used for comparison, but it is a magic weapon that does not intend to win."

When Meng still proposed to compare with him, Tang San had a kind of sensation in addition to some ridicule. After all, this is the first time that he has seen the emergence of hidden weapons in the hands of others after he came to the world. Recall that I have brought a lot of trouble to her since she saw this girl who is older than herself. Grabbed her two useful soul rings, and I was somewhat apologetic. At this point the overall situation has been set, he could not help but remind Meng still a few words. He does not want Meng to abandon the cultivation of hidden weapons because of today's blow.

Meng still stared at his eyes and said, "Why can you use that hidden weapon?"

Tang Sandao: "The practice of the hidden weapon also needs a certain method. In fact, this flying knife is not suitable for you. For you, its size is somewhat large and its weight is a bit high. I think if you change the flying knife If you fly into a needle, it will be more effective. Just like this."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and smeared it on a jade on the twenty-four bridge moonlight night. A five-inch needle was already in his palm.

Tang San handed the bone through to Meng, and said: "This needle I call it through the bone needle, five inches long, thick and thick before, the weight is less than one-fifth of your flying knife, but still able to Far, the penetration is very strong. Because it is small, it is easier to carry. This is a coincidence, but I did destroy the opportunity to acquire the soul beast twice. If you want, I have a way to teach the hidden weapon. You. You can go back and try it. It should be better than just practicing."

Meng still stunned. "You want to teach me?" She also clearly remembered that Grandpa had said that he would unload an arm. Looking up at Tang San, I found that Tang San’s eyes were extremely clear and there was no impurity. Obviously not fake.

Tang Sandao: "The path of the hidden weapon is equally profound and profound. Are you willing to learn?"

Meng still nodded subconsciously.

Tang San smiled a little and said: "I didn't use my eyes to look at it but I still can take it. This is a basic function of using the hidden weapon. The name is called the sound recognition. By listening to identify the location of the target. When encountering When the light is not good or the angle is not suitable, the eye can't see the exact position of the target, and the hearing can play an extremely important role. If you listen to the sound, your hidden weapon will not have a blind spot when it is launched. More concealed."