Douluo: Refuse to join Shrek at the beginning

"There is nothing you can't do."

Ju Douluo just glanced at Feng Bailong and Yan Bao, then turned his attention to the martial arts field, especially the battle between Arhat and Feng Jiye. "This Feng Jiye is really a genius."

Feng Bailong and the other two didn't pay much attention to the compliments.

Because what comes to their minds right now is Ju Douluo's half-smiling smile. They must discuss whether the two major sects should be attached to Wuhun Palace.

"Brother Yan, let's talk."

Feng Bailong sighed and glanced at Ju Douluo.

Then he stretched out his hand and signaled to Yanbao to come to the side to talk.

Watching the two people leaving, Ju Douluo just glanced at it, and then stopped paying attention. Because in his opinion, what the two sect masters were talking about was no longer important. Because anyone who is smart can see it.

It is best to join Wuhundian.

Immediately, he turned his attention to the martial arts arena again.

After a while, he murmured: "That Feng Jiye's talent is really amazing. Can he become the next Kendo Chenxin?"

……

"What an amazing defense."

Watching your own attacks makes it difficult to build a project.

Even on a deserted windy night, his expression changes slightly.

Even his attitude began to change at this time.

The third soul ring lit up, and at this moment, Arhat punched out again with lightning speed. But this time, before Arhat could touch Feng Jiye, Feng Jiye's third

The soul skill fell on the Arhat's fist.

Although the attack of the third soul skill was extremely harsh and landed directly on the Arhat, it did not feel like it hit flesh and blood. Because - the iron block was deliberately armed!

At the last moment, Arhat made a timely response with the help of your fighting consciousness. He mobilized the muscles of his whole body and covered the deliberate armed attack and defense at the position where the wind sword fell. Even when the wind sword was extremely fierce,

The coldness that can weaken his sword energy the moment before he hits!

But even so, Arhat's continuous attacks were blocked. Seizing this opportunity, Feng Jiye subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword. But just when he was about to attack...

Feeling the crisis, Arhat Iron Fist paused slightly.

But then, the crown of the tooth clenched and the muscles bulged.

For a moment, there was even a shuddering light in Arhat's eyes. He endured the stagnation, imitated the iron block, mobilized his muscles, and forcibly pointed his finger at Feng Jiye.

Suddenly, in Feng Jiye’s unbelievable eyes.

The movement that should have been blocked actually started moving again.

But what shocked him even more was that the Arhat's finger activated the soul skill in an unbelievable way.

Deliberately armed and covered with golden light, a strong soul power passed along the fingers to the fingertips. The next second...

"Flying fingers and gun!"

Shock waves the size of a finger suddenly formed.

Abandoning defense, the power of deliberate weaponry and the six-type finger gun exploded simultaneously. Feng Jiye was hit before he could react!

"Bang bang bang... buzz-boom!"

The blood swords shot out one after another, and the whole person was blown away.

The smoke and dust were even more stirred up.

When several disciples from Fengjian Sect saw this scene, they frowned and started to worry about their young sect master.

But obviously, their worries were unnecessary.

Standing up in the dust all over the sky, Feng Jiye stopped the flow of blood. Feeling the changes in his body, the pain from the impact of the "Flying Finger Gun" seemed to remind him all the time. At the same time, his eyes

There is also a little more solemnity in the middle.

"It is indeed very powerful. It seems that I need to use the fourth soul skill."

Opposite the Arhat, he glanced at the bloodstains on his fists that were deep enough to see the bones but were already healing, and then glanced at the Queen of Feng Jiye. The smile on the corners of the Arhat's lips did not diminish.

It turns out that just now, after he attacked Feng Jiye with a flying finger gun, Feng Jiye reacted and swung the wind sword in time, injecting soul power to the maximum extent, and slashed out with one sword.

This left a scar on the Arhat's hand.

At this moment, adrenaline was secreted at a high rate that was far beyond the endurance of ordinary people. Under the stimulation, the Arhat's fighting spirit soared again!

So, he took another step forward.

But someone can do it faster.

Feng Jiye's eyes were staring at him coldly.

"The fourth soul skill, heavy sword without edge!"

As the purple light shone, although Feng Jiye still held the wind sword, his momentum also changed at this time. Especially the wind sword in his hand gave him a different feeling.

If we say before, it was like a wind blade.

Now, it's like a mountain.

"Let me see, a different sword!"

Having said that, Feng Jiye, who was holding swords in both hands, moved.

Although his speed is much slower than before, he feels more powerful than all previous attacks.

The seemingly slow and heavy wind sword then swept across.

As the wind sword swept slowly, a ravine several meters deep appeared on the solid ground, and it continued to extend as Feng Jiye's figure slid, getting deeper and deeper!

The moment Feng Jiye stepped out, it seemed as if he was being pulled by the energy of energy, and the Arhat also moved.

He felt how powerful this attack was. If he were to dodge, it would be easy with his speed. But it would be a pity if he didn't try such a powerful attack himself.

His left foot suddenly took a step forward, but it did not rush out like Feng Jiye. The moment his left foot landed on the ground, a low muffled sound burst out from the ground.

The body is half turned and the fists are clenched.

It seemed that everything was well-rehearsed. When the wind sword finally swept across, Arhat's body finally turned around, and his golden right fist suddenly collided with the tip of the wind sword.< /p>

When the fists and swords met, the air of more than ten square meters with the collision point as the center seemed to have collapsed, and everything became distorted and unreal.

Although, this only lasted for a moment.

The fist and sword were in a stalemate for about a second after the collision.

The next moment, a violent roar suddenly exploded.

"Boom——"

Centered at the point where the two collisions occurred, cracks and collapse appeared on the ground, which instantly extended to the periphery, extending to a diameter of more than ten meters before gradually converging.

Arhat and Feng Jiye also flew away at the same time.

At this moment of Feng Jiye, both hands were tightly holding the hilt of the Feng Sword. The tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, and it no longer had its previous grace.

The Arhat's condition is much better than him. To be precise, it's just a mess.

Although the entire sleeve of his right arm had completely exploded from the impact just now, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

However, this kind of injury is nothing.

It only takes one meal to recover.