Douluo's ward off evil spirits and nightmares

Beixuan was speechless about Huo Wu's behavior as a senior but using his junior as a shield.

Her brother Huo Wushuang even expressed his disdain.

"Hmph, pushing a tenth-level soul master out to block the sword is useless!" Feng Moheng snorted coldly, but the sword of wind in his hand stabbed Beixuan's shoulder mercilessly.

In this spirit fight, beating to death or maiming is not allowed, but there is no restriction on injuring the opponent normally. After all, spirit skills have no eyesight. If you are a spirit master who can't even bear this, you might as well go home quickly.

Bei Xuan saw Feng Mo Heng's stab at the moment, turned sideways at the last moment, and dodged Feng Mo Heng's sword. Indeed, in terms of speed, Bei Xuan was far inferior to Feng Mo Heng, but in terms of body skills, their Feng Mo Heng's sword was far behind. The Sword Sect cannot be compared with the Sun and Moon Sect of the Ancient Sword World.

After dodging the attack sideways, Beixuan stretched out his left hand, clamped the blade of the Wind Sword with his index and middle fingers, and struck out with his right palm at the same time.

At the critical moment, Feng Moheng also struck with a palm.

"Bang"

The soul power of the two people was agitated and they collided with each other. Everyone except Huo Wushuang thought that Feng Moheng, who had a deeper soul power, would definitely have the upper hand.

But the result was completely unexpected. In just a short moment, Feng Moheng was knocked back by Beixuan's palm without any resistance.

The Wind Sword was released, and his left arm was trembling as if it was completely paralyzed.

"What?" Everyone watching the battle was shocked. A first-level soul master actually knocked back and injured a second-level great soul master without using any soul skills.

Huo Wushuang smiled slightly. Even his strong attack type did not dare to challenge Bei Xuan's demon-conquering palm. The agility attack type known for his speed would be at a disadvantage when facing Bei Xuan's attack.

"Is this boy named Bei Xuan really a control type? I'm afraid that the attack type may not have such a surging palm power!" Yu Tianxin crossed her arms and said doubtfully. The strength of the palm just now, even if he possessed the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex, After the body, that's all.

"Damn it!" Feng Moheng knew that he had underestimated Beixuan. He stood up and stretched out his hand. He first used his mind to withdraw the Wind Sword caught by Beixuan, and then summoned it again.

Fortunately, this is a martial spirit and not a weapon. Otherwise, as a swordsman, if the sword is taken away by his opponent, he will be really hopeless. At Feng Moheng's age, it is impossible for him to reach the point where he can win without a sword with a sword.

"The first soul skill, sword light differentiation!" Feng Moheng stopped holding back and finally used the soul skill.

His first soul skill is to divide the wind sword into three parts and turn it into three sword energy to attack the enemy.

"The first soul skill, Shadow of Flame!" Huo Wu jumped out from behind Beixuan. She wasn't here to watch a show.

The flames on Naruto's spirit began to spread, resisting three sword energies from three directions.

Feng Moheng smiled confidently, "Hmph, do you think you can block my attack so easily? The second soul skill is to refine a sword into silk!"

As Feng Moheng's second soul ring lit up, the three sword qi suddenly disappeared, but Beixuan sensed that the sword qi did not really dissipate, but became more slender like a thread, not only Weird, the attack power has increased significantly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Moheng's first and second soul skills could cooperate with each other. Feng Jian Sect is indeed one of the seven major sects. Even the lower four sects have quite advanced research on the soul skills matching their own martial souls.

"The first soul skill, Phantom Mist!"

Beixuan unfolded the phantom mist without hesitation, blocking Feng Moheng's sight.

No matter how strong the attack power of the sword is, it is meaningless if it cannot hit the opponent.

Hearing three bang bang bang sounds in the mist, Feng Moheng noticed that the light of his second soul ring dimmed immediately.

This means that the sword energy he exerted was dispersed by his opponent.

At this moment, in the thick fog, two figures rushed towards him quickly. It was not until they were in front of him that he realized that no matter how fast he was, he had no time to dodge at such a close distance.

The phantom mist not only obscured Feng Moheng's sight, but also weakened his mental strength. Naturally, his sense of danger was also weakened.

The two figures rushing towards them were Bei Xuan and Huo Wu.

Beixuan's target is Feng Moheng. As a great soul master, Feng Moheng will never sit still and wait for death. He immediately wields the sword of wind and displays the swordsmanship of wind passed down from his family.

It's a pity that he is still too young, and the swordsmanship of wind is just for beginners. Those sword paths are clearly seen by Beixuan. Beixuan can flick the edge of the sword of wind with his fingers just right every time, and then At the closest moment, he used the Crazy Demon Style of the Burning Sun Demonic Palm, and hit Feng Moheng on the shoulder, knocking him out of the ring.

Feng Jie, the target of Huo Wu's attack on the other side, was even more unbearable. After all, he was only an auxiliary soul master, and his soul power level was far different from Huo Wu's. He had almost no resistance, and was kicked in the chin by Huo Wu. , flew out upside down.

"Well!!"

With two screams, Feng Moheng and Feng Jie landed on the ground one after another.

Then the fog on the field dissipated, and Huo Wu and Bei Xuan stood on the ring unscathed.

Ye Ping smiled proudly, stood up and announced, "The first round of competition is over. Fire Dance and Beixuan of Blazing Fire Academy won!"

"Well done, Xiaoxuan, my brother and I haven't given you tricks in vain these past few months." Huo Wu patted Beixuan on the shoulder and praised him, then jumped off the ring and walked to Feng Moheng with a proud smile. , "Hey, Feng Moheng, are you convinced that you lost this time? You Shenfeng Academy is still far behind me, Chihuo!"

Feng Moheng stood up holding his shoulders. Beixuan's palm slightly injured him.

He ignored Huo Wu, but looked at Bei Xuandao angrily, "Boy, have you ever learned swordsmanship?"

Bei Xuan shook his head, "No, I learned palm skills. Everyone can see this."

"No, how is it possible?" Feng Moheng was greatly surprised. Just now in the mist, Beixuan accurately captured the sword energy of his two soul skills and scattered them all.

Then when fighting with him, he saw through all his sword paths in an instant. How could he achieve this level without a very deep foundation in swordsmanship?

But he couldn't question Bei Xuan's words. After all, Bei Xuan's martial spirit did not carry a sword, and it was indeed a palm technique. This made him puzzled.

After the first game of the first round, under Ye Ping's announcement, the second game began immediately.

On the roof, Yu Lin looked at Bei Xuan's back as he walked out of the crowd, and murmured to himself, "It seems that Xiao Xuan himself didn't realize that compared to his palm skills, his talent for swordsmanship is more terrifying, and his wind sword skills can be considered He has a good swordsmanship, but he saw through it in an instant, should he be said to be the son of the Sword God?"

Jinyun in Beiluo's previous life was the best swordsman in history. There was a sect of immortal swordsmen who were frightened by his sword and sealed the mountain for a hundred years.

Yu Lin guessed that Beixuan must have inherited his father's talent for swordsmanship.