Douluo: Possess Eight Magic Skills

Mo Lin complained, and then began to let his non-attack start to change form, wanting to test the power of the three soul skills obtained, he wanted to use this non-attack to fight when he formally launched the revenge action against Haotianzong Yes, because it was left to him by Mo Lin's father in this world, and the spirit left by his mother has become Yinglong Wuhun. The spirit ring of this spirit is too special, so it is not appropriate to expose it now. This non-offensive spirit is the most suitable. He hasn't learned how to use the "sacrifice ring" to sacrifice the ten thousand year spirit ring. Naturally, he has to look at the level A power of these three forms and the power of their soul skills.

Fei Gong transformed into a bow in Mo Lin's hands. It is still red and black, exuding a murderous air, but in terms of shape and structure, this bow is a bit too big, it looks like a Chinese composite bow, But like an enlarged compound bow, the length is close to the English longbow, which is very different from the bow shape of other Mohist soul masters that Mo Lin has seen.

'If you think about it this way, my non-attack shield form is a round shield, but my uncle's shield form is a square shield. Could it be that my other two forms of non-attack have also changed? '

"Xiao Linzi, what are you thinking? Why don't you hurry up and try my master's power!" Seeing that Mo Lin was inexplicably lost in thought again, Shura Demon Sword yelled out through the non-offensive martial soul, turning the man who was watching Qilin and Phoenix were taken aback.

"What are you shouting for? Isn't it just a matter of pulling a bow? Besides, can shooting at this empty sea measure the power?" Mo Lin casually condensed a small iceberg, composed of ice elements close to the ultimate ice The condensed iceberg has surpassed Xuantie by a large margin in terms of hardness and toughness, and the only one who can clearly exceed these two aspects is the cold heart iron spirit who is known as the hardest on the mainland in the first part.

Mo Lin held the bowstring with his index finger and middle finger, pulled it backwards,

‘Why is this bowstring so difficult to pull? I almost used 5,000 jin of strength, but I didn't move at all. Could it be that 10,000 jin is needed? '

Mo Lin immediately increased his strength, and used 10,000 jin of strength, but the bowstring was still motionless. At this moment, Mo Lin thought of something, his face darkened, and he threw Feigong onto the ice:

"Magic Sword, I call you an immortal! You did it on purpose! Didn't you just make your voice louder! When did you become such a small belly!"

Feigong rolled a few times on the ground, then floated up, and said:

"Xiao Linzi, first of all, I am not an animal, I am not a soul beast, I have neither a stomach nor a chicken farm, and you can't say that! If you can't pull it, you can't pull it~, if you can't, you can't~, the big deal At that time, it will be over if you replenish your kidneys, don't get angry with me~"

The tone of Shura Demon Sword can only be described as cheap, there is no danger around now, and Mo Lin is alive and kicking, but it is very suitable for "joking".

"You kid still has the face to criticize me. Every time you say you will return to the city of killing to inherit the god position, but every time you fucking shirk it. If you don't make your impression of me a little bit, you kid probably won't in this life." Going back, it happened that the terrifying third soul and third martial soul fell into a deep sleep because they contributed the most in the catastrophe. Without the blessing of the martial soul, this kid used at most 20,000 catties of strength. This time, let him see himself The insufficiency after losing the third martial soul should allow him to focus more on the throne of God Shura. '

With a dark face, Mo Lin grabbed Fei Gong back into his hand, and then the veins on his right arm bulged and he pulled the bowstring to its limit. A blood-red arrow made of soul power and murderous aura instantly appeared on the bowstring, and he let go of his right hand. The blood arrow shot into the iceberg in front of him at a speed that even the soul sage could hardly see clearly, with almost no parabolic trajectory in the air.

Shura Demon Sword was instantly dumbfounded,

'I rub it! Why is this kid so powerful? ! Twenty-five thousand catties is the limit I can hold the bowstring at present, he actually broke it as soon as he said it, if his first martial spirit is the dragon, forget it, how long has he had the third martial spirit, his body is so weak strengthened to such an extent. '

The Shura Demon Sword has always been restricted by the restriction left by Ying Long. Mo Lin's current limbs have already been transformed into beasts to a great extent. The power is still available.

Although Mo Lin is not in the mental space, it is difficult to see the emotions of Shura Demon Sword, but just now he slapped Shura Demon Sword in the face so happily, shock is inevitable, but Mo Lin has no time to deal with the shock of Shura Demon Sword now, He walked quickly to the iceberg to see the effect of the blow.

The arrow is composed of soul power and murderous aura, and it has dissipated now, but the iceberg is almost transparent, and Mo Lin can clearly see the trace left by the sword just now:

"Huh? It's a little short of two meters, why is it only more than one meter deep."

Mo Lin's words pulled back the shocked Shura Demon Sword. He also observed the depth of the mark left, and then directly took advantage of Mo Lin's attention on the mark, broke away from his hand and arched it with a compound bow. He slapped Mo Lin on the head directly:

"What else do you want! I only have four soul rings! You don't know how hard the iceberg you created is, do you?"

Mo Lin grabbed Fei Gong back into his hand and broke it hard.

"It hurts!!! Stop it, have you forgotten how strong you are now!" Shura's magic sword is now like Batman lifted by Bain and crutches lifted by Neihai Chengzhang. It's almost the last time!

Shura Demon Sword (non-gong) is now Mo Lin's own martial soul, he is not stupid enough to break his own martial soul:

"Be quiet, don't make trouble, I still want to test my soul skills!"

Mo Lin stood back to the place where he had drawn the bow, pulled the bowstring,

'The second soul skill of Feigong, Swing Ghost Arrow! '

A large amount of soul power condensed on the bowstring, Mo Lin let go of a small black arrow and flew straight to the small hole left by the previous arrow, and then a huge explosion sounded from the iceberg, and the iceberg was directly blasted a big The power of the physical level is not bad, and the effect of a certain nuclear bomb sword fairy in the movie is not far away, but the name of this soul-calling technique is "Swinging Ghost Spirit Arrow", and its real effect is reflected in the spiritual level.

Because of the distance, Mo Lin clearly felt that his soul was shaken by something, but it didn't shake. This feeling was felt by Qilin and Phoenix who were far away. Both the distance and the effect were very good. , integrating destruction and control.

"The next step is to try the next form."

Fei Gong changed in Mo Lin's hands, and a third form appeared in Mo Lin's hands. Seeing Fei Gong's current appearance, surprise appeared in his heart.