Mortal Epic of Douluo

Although the rock armor condensed by the middle-aged man's fourth soul skill was broken, his body was not injured. Looking at the bandit leader again, he saw that he was out of breath.

The strong man shouted coldly: "Huh! So what if I broke through my defense? After this blow, do you still have the strength to fight again?"

"Bah——!" the bandit leader spat, "Stop making noise and watch the knife!"

The broadsword struck again, but this time the power was much weaker than before. The middle-aged man did not use the fourth soul skill that consumes very much soul power, and directly relied on his own defense after being possessed by the martial soul to bear the blade.

The soul-binding rope struck again and entangled one of his feet, restricting his movement. The big knife came towards him, and the strong man directly reached for the blade with his bare hands, grabbing the blade with one hand and holding down the back of the knife with the other.

"A weapon soul master is a weapon soul master after all. Compared to me, your power is far behind!"

The middle-aged strong man stabilized his center of gravity, and a tyrannical force burst out, turning the blade directly. The situation was instantly reversed, and the direction of the blade was indeed aimed at the bandit leader.

The weapon soul is particularly unique compared to the beast soul. If the weapon soul is too far away from the soul master, it will turn into soul power and dissipate. At a closer range, the owner of the weapon soul can also consume the soul.

force to retract it and then release it.

But the bandit leader seemed to have lost his mind. Faced with the blade that was pressing down inch by inch, he did not evade, nor did he have the slightest intention of withdrawing his martial spirit. He just carried it to his death.

"With your head, I am the number one hero in this encounter. After this battle, I might be able to become a member of the outer sect of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Thank you very much!"

The blade was only two inches away from the tip of the bandit leader's nose. An ugly smile appeared on the middle-aged man's ferocious face. He was the winner of this life-and-death fight after all!

What responded to him was the bandit leader's smile, and... an arrow!

"laugh--!"

The middle-aged man reacted when he saw the bandit leader responding to him with a smile, but the soul-binding rope under his feet was not dealt with by his teammates in time. Perhaps his teammates saw that he had the upper hand, and he himself also had

The opponent needs to be dealt with, so there is no time to help.

Due to his limited movement, the middle-aged man could only move his body slightly with his own reaction, but the sharp arrow that suddenly came from behind broke through his own defense and penetrated deeply into his left shoulder.

On the cliff, a middle-aged man holding a bow appeared, surrounded by three soul rings, one white, one yellow, and one purple. Appearing at the same time as him, there were six ordinary bandits holding bows and spears.

Quickly shooting arrows, throwing spears, and rolling down rocks and trees towards the bottom of the cliff, causing a lot of casualties to the ordinary guards in the caravan in an instant.

"Boy, you did a great job!" Seeing that the sneak attack was successful, the bandit leader immediately withdrew his martial spirit and temporarily retreated.

The middle-aged strong man also covered his wound and yelled: "You bastard, you don't have martial ethics, you can't afford it, you are doing a sneak attack!"

"Idiot, I'm a bandit! Can a bandit thing be called a sneak attack?" The bandit leader waved his hand to a great spirit master who remained behind, "Five, bring me some bread!"

"It has been prepared for a long time!" The bandit known as Lao Wu responded, and threw a piece of bread containing soul power. The bandit leader caught it and immediately put it into his mouth to chew.

Behind the caravan, a three-ring soul master with a shield martial spirit supported the round shield in his hand, resisting arrows, falling rocks and trees from above the cliff. Under the round shield, the young man surnamed Ning saw the result of the bandit leader.

The great soul master began to eat the bread, and his eyes froze.

"Damn it, how could a bandit gang have a food-type soul master?!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has the reputation of being the "first auxiliary type of martial spirit" in the soul master world. As the owner of the Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda's martial spirit, the young man surnamed Ning is naturally particularly interested in the auxiliary type of martial spirit.

The martial souls of food-type soul masters are all edible. This is the most basic principle of food-type martial souls.

Therefore, high-level food-type weapon soul masters have always been the most sought-after talents in the army. The food (non-soul skills) provided by a food-type weapon soul master over level 30 is usually enough for hundreds of warriors, which can greatly reduce the use of army resources.

Consumption.

Due to its edible nature, the soul power consumption of food soul masters in making food is very small. Even when using soul skills, it is far lower than the soul skill consumption of other auxiliary martial souls.

As the "number one auxiliary martial spirit in the world" renowned in the mainland, the Qibao Glazed Pagoda's amplification ability is extremely powerful, but correspondingly, its soul power consumption is also very large.

For a team, if it wants to carry out a long-term continuous battle, the durability of the food-type soul master will be much stronger than that of other auxiliary system soul masters.

In a long battle, whichever side can use a food-type soul master will have the guarantee to continue fighting.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda can allow one's own soul masters to even out the soul power gap and even suppress the opponent's soul masters, but the biggest drawback is that the consumption of soul skills is too high. Originally, our side had already gained a tilt in the scale of victory, but we did not expect this group of bandits to

There is still a backup plan...

The young man surnamed Ning shouted to the middle-aged man: "Wang Zhi! We can't delay. There are food-type soul masters on the opposite side. We can't afford to delay them. Can you still fight?"

On the other side, the middle-aged man was panting heavily, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain. The arrow that was originally inserted into his left shoulder turned into soul power and dissipated in the air, but a violent soul power still stayed there

His muscles were constantly torturing him. It seemed that these were no ordinary arrows, they must be the soul skills released by the sneak attack soul master above the cliff.

After listening to "Master Ning"'s words, Wang Zhi also knew that there was no way to delay it. With the food-type soul master here, as long as the opponent was not seriously injured, he would be able to recover after a period of time. If the situation continued, he would finally be able to recover.

Die!

"Yes! Master Ning, I, Wang Zhi, have left all these 180 kilograms here today. As long as I still have breath, I will protect you!" A middle-aged man named Wang Zhi struggled to stand up.

, shouting loudly to the teammates around him: "These bandits will never leave anyone alive. Everyone, if you want to survive, the only way is to fight to the death!"

On the other side, the bandit leader gathered his team again, pointed his machete at the young man named Ning, and shouted: "Eat this fat sheep, drink wine as much as you want! Eat meat as much as you want! Mother, take the money and find it wherever you want.

!Leave no one behind!”

"kill--!!!"

Under the sound of fighting, the bandits and caravans fought together again. The six ordinary bandits on the cliff had shot all their arrows, thrown all their spears, and smashed all the wood and rolling stones. They hung down the rope and slid into the canyon.

, joined the battle, only the soul master holding the bow remained on the cliff. Every time an arrow was missed, there was a guard, and Lifu fell or lost the ability to move.

Although the powerful enemy on the front has not recovered to its optimal state after consuming the supplies, the soul power consumed by the soul masters on the caravan side cannot be replenished. The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda of the young man surnamed Ning can only increase by three people at a time.

After the duration passed, Wang Zhi and other three soul masters who received the boost also fell into a disadvantage one after another.

"Is God going to kill me?"

Ning Rongli was really desperate. His two elder brothers and a younger sister were all better than him in different aspects. In order to ensure his future status in the sect, he made up his mind to stay away from the sect and start a career on his own.

I originally thought that the rugged trade routes in the deep north would not be valued by the sect, but they were one of the most important trade routes in the Kingdom of Haagen-Dazs and the North Plains Province, and there were no big nobles or powerful forces entrenched in them.

Able to show off one's talents.

Unexpectedly, on his first business trip after spring, he fell into a desperate situation.

"Time? Fate?"

The brilliance of the pagoda in Ning Rongli's hand gradually lost its brilliance. This was a sign that he had exhausted too much soul power. After two waves of battles, three soul masters were amplified at the same time each time. For his [Three Apertures Controlled Heart],

Said that it has always been at full capacity, and now he is no longer able to carry out any increase.

The atmosphere of despair spread among the caravan.

"Please, don't kill me! I have an old man and a young man, so please let me go. I am willing to work for them!"

A Lifu who had never experienced a battle was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy. However, the bandits with orders from their leader seemed unable to hear his wails and prayers. The blades in their hands were raised high and they would take him away the next moment.

s life.

What saves him is not the conscience of the bandit, but a spear.

A young man, no, a boy, threw a spear from behind the bandits.

The tip of the spear directly penetrated the body of the bandit who raised the blade. With a "chi--" sound, the bandit fell to the ground and the spear disappeared.

Everyone in the canyon heard the boy shouting in a slightly immature but passionate voice:

"Don't give up! Keep fighting! Never give up!"