People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

"It should be formed by using the control of soul power to condense it. It is said that Sword Douluo condensed an extremely powerful long sword when he fought against Golden Crocodile Douluo. However, Sword Douluo condensed

The long sword seems to contain a variety of energy, with blood inside. As for Ning Xiaotian's, the color is so pure, it should be simply condensed with soul power." Yu Xiaogang said calmly: "After all, there is Sword Douluo to guide, Zong

Men also have special skills of mind control, so it’s normal for Ning Xiaotian to be able to do this kind of crude soul power sword condensation."

"However, the strength of a sword condensed with soul power alone is definitely far different from a real martial spirit. It may still be effective against opponents who are much weaker than you and do not have a martial soul. But when you encounter a real weapon soul, I'm afraid

It will be a waste of soul power."

"That's right, it's purely based on the concentration of soul power, and it doesn't even count as soul skills. How can you take advantage of a head-to-head confrontation with a real powerful attack weapon, the martial soul? If we really fight, I'm afraid even the defensive soul master's defense won't be able to be broken."

Ma Hongjun nodded in agreement.

Dai Mubai curled his lips and said nothing. Yu Xiaogang's theoretical knowledge is indeed good. After all, he has read many books in Wuhun Palace, but the practical level is completely different. When Feng Xiaotian was fighting against the Elephant Academy,

That was a random killing, and he was completely at the upper hand against Mo Mo. This kind of person used his own soul skills and claimed to be his strongest attack.

How bad is the attack power?

As for Ning Xiaotian, as the young sect leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, he is not a fool. And judging from the previous battles, Ning Xiaotian’s actual combat experience is ridiculously high. Such a person would think of wasting his soul power to condense a handful of hair.

A useless useless sword comes out?

It’s just you, Ma Hongjun, a fool who never reads.

"Whether it's powerful or not, you'll find out if you keep reading." Zhao Wuji said without comment.

Hearing this, all the students nodded and continued to watch the game.

"Haha, Brother Ning, I knew you must have your own self-created soul skills." Feng Xiaotian laughed heartily. Ning Xiaotian had discussed the creation of self-created soul skills in front of him. Since

Being able to express that kind of theory must be based on experience and results.

"Brother Ning, be careful." He shouted lowly and swooped down.

At the moment of diving, the right wing stretches forward to wrap around the arm and merge with the arm. The wing blade unfolds like a sickle.

"Well done." Ning Xiaotian held the sword in his right hand, as if he had already anticipated the impact point, and directly struck the sword horizontally.

"Peng..." The ground beneath his feet cracked, and Feng Xiaotian flew backwards on the spot.

"It's so powerful!" Feeling the numbness in his right arm, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but feel shocked, "And the strength of this sword is so high?"

His self-created soul skill of thirty-six consecutive cuts can easily cut through one meter thick granite.

Looking down, the long sword in Ning Xiaotian's hand was not damaged at all, but the light was slightly dull.

"Soul power is the foundation, and soul skills are just the use of soul power." Recalling what Ning Xiaotian once said, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but feel deep respect in his heart, and even felt a sense of sympathy.

As an auxiliary soul master, it is not easy to achieve this step at this age. He, who has created his own soul skills, can fully understand.

"Come again!" Feng Xiaotian smiled happily, folded his wings, completely integrated with his arms, and swooped down again.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The body keeps retreating and circling, and the wings strike downwards in a cycle, two slashes, three slashes, four slashes, the force of the slashes is getting stronger and faster, and the speed is getting faster and faster!

White light and blue light continue to collide and burst out in the air, which is dazzling.

"Kacha, Kacha..." Ning Xiaotian drew his sword faster and faster, and the floor of the arena continued to crack.

"So strong!" Ma Hongjun was stunned and his Adam's apple couldn't help but surge.

"How can a long sword condensed with soul power be so strong?" Yu Xiaogang's face turned slightly red. The current situation on the field, the traces of cracks on the ground, even a fool can see the strength of the two people's attacks.

How terrifying.

"What kind of knowledge can a person who has stayed at level 29 for decades and only hides in the room and use his brain to think about theories have?" Dai Mubai, Oscar, Zhao Wuji... all glanced at Yu Xiaogang from the corner of their eyes.

, I suddenly realized that there is an essential difference between theory and knowledge. The former only needs to follow the textbook, read more books, and listen to what others say. The latter needs to be seen by oneself. Unfortunately, Yu Xiao

I just don't have the ability or the courage to explore the mainland alone.

Even, he is not willing to lower his profile to teach civilians and truly feel the difference of each martial spirit.

"I heard that Yu Xiaogang once ate and drank at Notting College. The theories he developed at that time should have been imagined there by borrowing the student information collected by the college. He has never taught students one-on-one, how to

You can feel the difference. Therefore, Yu Xiaogang had no idea of ​​​​solving Ma Hongjun's Wuhun flaw at the beginning. After all, this guy has never studied Wuhun himself at all. They are all theoretical results based on data." thought.

At this, Dai Mubai couldn't help but feel a trace of contempt in his heart.

"But, this Ning Xiaotian..." Looking at the two people who were constantly colliding with each other on the field, Dai Mubai couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart. Although it was not a real martial spirit, in terms of strength alone, the sword in Ning Xiaotian's hand was already strong.

It is extremely impressive, at least equivalent to a Soul Sect-level sword spirit.

With my defense power, can I withstand it? He found that he was not sure.

"With this sword, even if it is not a real weapon spirit, Ning Xiaotian's combat power is extremely good." Yu Tianheng, Qin Ming and others looked at the battle situation on the field, their faces became more serious, "It can assist and fight.

The auxiliary soul master, how to solve it on the field in the future?"

"What the hell, that's outrageous!" The students watching the competition from other colleges around them also felt their scalps go numb.

"Is this Ning Xiaotian really an auxiliary soul master?"

"They say you have to cut the support first in the game, but I feel like I'm not enough for him to cut."

"Our academy feels like it has no chance of winning this Soul Master Competition. However, if Sanyuan Academy can defeat Wuhun Palace, it would not be bad to win a championship for the empire."

"Not bad, not bad..." Everyone watched and commented without blinking.

As time went by, listening to the discussions in the surrounding colleges, Yu Xiaogang felt more and more like being watched and laughed at by countless people from behind. He couldn't help but lower his head, his face turned blue and white, his fists were clenched, and his veins were slightly raised.

, kept thinking silently in his heart, "Just laugh at me. When my disciple Tang San reaches the pinnacle of the soul master world, you will all have to fawn on me and look up to me."

"No matter how strong a long sword with condensed soul power can be compared to my Clear Sky Hammer?" Tang San was disdainful in his heart, his eyes fixed on Ning Xiaotian's right arm fighting on the field, it was extremely hot, "With such strength, it must be the right arm.

The blessing effect of the arm soul bone, I want to decide on this soul bone."

"It's over..." On the field, feeling the impact from the sword, he glanced at Feng Xiaotian's arms. Ning Xiaotian also knew that under the continuous collision, the force that Feng Xiaotian's arms could withstand was on the verge of reaching the limit.

At the limit, I am afraid that the subsequent combos may not be able to be released a few more times.

After all, the effect of force is mutual. In order to resist Feng Xiaotian's combo, he swung the sword with great strength. Although the long sword in his hand did not have a real weapon soul, he had a lot of soul power, and the soul power of the sword body was slightly stronger.

It can be re-solidified even after being dispersed, and the intensity is not low.

"Brother Feng, let's win or lose with one move." Ning Xiaotian shouted after knocking Feng Xiaotian back again.

"Okay." Feng Xiaotian's eyes narrowed and he responded clearly. His arms were now in unbearable pain, as if they were torn apart. If he continued to collide like this, he might be in danger of injuring his muscles and bones, which would be detrimental to the subsequent competition.

It is indeed time to decide the winner.

"Drink!" He shouted softly, and the green light on his arms and wings continued to gather. After a while, Feng Xiaotian swooped down again.

A full blow with almost all the soul power condensed, the victory or defeat depends on this move.

"Peng...Kacha..." The cracks on the ground beneath his feet spread out like spider webs. Ning Xiaotian switched hands with one hand and climbed up diagonally.

Even if he is acting, he must give enough respect to those who approve.

The next moment, "Peng..." the cyan figures flew upside down with broken wings.

"Feng Xiaotian!" At Chihuo Academy, Huo Wu, who was watching from a distance, was heartbroken for no reason, and a look of worry appeared on his face. Since the fight with Ning Xiaotian, Feng Xiaotian has never come to see her again.

According to her brother Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian was training hard every day and actively preparing for competition. During that time, she always felt empty in her heart, as if something was suddenly missing from her side.

"Sister, do we want to go see Feng Xiaotian later?" Huo Wushuang looked at his words and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Huo Wu suddenly fell into silence.

On the other side, Ning Xiaotian had already withdrawn his sword and jumped in front of Feng Xiaotian.

"I lost." Feng Xiaotian smiled with relief and moved his hands. They were sore, numb and sore that they couldn't move at all.

"Ha, you can always come to me if you need a fight in the future." Ning Xiaotian smiled, squatted down, pulled Feng Xiaotian's right hand around his shoulder, and helped him up.

"Go to my place first. The healing effect of my Leng Leng Jiuxin Begonia martial spirit is quite good."

"That would be troublesome." Feng Xiaotian did not refuse. At this moment, it seemed that the two of them had become close friends.

Turning to look at the referee, Feng Xiaotian said loudly: "Our Kamikaze Academy has announced that it will admit defeat."

Watching the sound of the two people leaving, the referee slowly raised his right hand and said, "I declare that Sanyuan College wins this competition."

"Wow!" Warm cheers suddenly erupted inside and outside the stadium, and many people nodded in unison, agreeing with Ning Xiaotian's generosity and his friendship with Feng Xiaotian.

After walking out of the field, Ye Lengleng's martial soul petals floated to Feng Xiaotian's shoulder at the right moment.

Ning Xiaotian also took advantage of the situation and whispered a reminder, "Brother Feng, Tang Yin has broken through to the Soul King by absorbing soul bones. You'd better find a time to remind Miss Huo Wu."

"As expected of Haotian Sect..." A trace of solemnity flashed across Feng Xiaotian's face, and he nodded calmly.

Although he has decided to quit pursuing Huo Wu, he has known Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang for many years, and the two colleges have always had a good relationship, so he still has to remind them where necessary.

Not long after, as Ye Lengleng's martial spirit was healed, Feng Xiaotian also regained the ability to move his arms. He bowed his hands to everyone, turned back to the rest area of ​​Shenfeng Academy, and continued to watch the game with his teammates.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the game finally ended.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was a deep red, and the tent where Blazing Fire Academy was located. Feng Xiaotian was not humble and did not say a word, and shouted clearly, "Brother Wushuang, please come out and see me."

The sound of footsteps was heard, Huo Wushuang opened the curtain and walked out, smiling: "Brother Feng, what's the matter?"

Feng Xiaotian looked around and saw that the night was dim. He nodded slightly and winked at Huo Wushuang. Seeing this, Huo Wushuang was slightly startled and walked closer quickly. Feng Xiaotian lowered his voice and whispered: "According to

Ning Xiaotian said that Tang Yin has broken through the Soul King by absorbing soul bones, and can break through several levels from the Soul Sect to the Soul King. Brother Wushuang, I think you know what this means."

Ignoring the shocked look on Huo Wushuang's face, Feng Xiaotian slightly cupped his hands and said with a smile: "The news has been conveyed, so I will take my leave."

"Brother Feng." Huo Wushuang called out quickly, with a complex expression on his face: "Why don't you go in and meet my sister?"

Feng Xiaotian paused slightly and sighed: "No need. Please help me tell sister Huo Wu that I, Feng Xiaotian, was too self-indulgent in the past, and I will not bother her anymore in the future." After that, Big Brother

Step away.

"Feng Xiaotian!" A loud shout came, and the next moment, a fiery red figure suddenly rushed out of the tent, looked at the back of the figure who continued to move forward, and said loudly: "Don't you have the courage to even look at me now?

?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Feng Xiaotian's face, but he calmed down and turned around, smiling and saying: "What did Sister Huo Wu say? It's just that it's getting late. Tomorrow our college will play against Thunder College. The strong enemy is ahead, so I still have to

I’m going back to discuss tactics with my mentor and teammates.”

"Feng Xiaotian, can your acting skills be any better?" Huo Wu's beautiful eyes glared, and then her tone became softer, "I heard everything you said to my brother just now."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly and continued in a low voice: "I want to talk to you in private."

"Sister Huowu, it's okay to speak up if you have something to say." Feng Xiaotian said without being humble.

Huo Wu's pretty face turned red, she glared at Feng Xiaotian fiercely, turned around and walked towards the open space on the other side of the tent.

"Feng Xiaotian, if you don't come here, you're not a man."

"..." Feng Xiaotian twitched the corner of his mouth and had no choice but to follow.

Sister, only Feng Xiaotian can bear your temper... Huo Wushuang shook his head, casually found a fence to lean against, watched from a distance, and became a lookout.