Violent Martial Soul System

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"Ding! The deduction is successful!"

The system prompts.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's eyes lit up, which did not disappoint him.

"All right!"

Zhao Feng exclaimed.

"what?"

The people around were shocked.

Deduction, finished?

"Zhao Feng, have you figured it out?" The white-haired old man couldn't believe it.

Even he can't do anything about the Seven Spirit Demon Sword Formation, but Zhao Feng is only at the sixth level of the Dao Soul Realm, so there is a way?

Another middle-aged academician couldn't believe it, not only that, but also the hundreds of old scholars around him.

"Yes, I have figured it out."

Zhao Feng nodded and said, "This is the first time I've seen the Seven Spirit Demon Sword Formation, but if my calculations are correct, then the seventh demon sword should be on the left thigh."

"That's right, the Seven Spirit Demon Sword Formation consists of shoulders, thighs on both sides, two handles on the abdomen, and the right chest." The white-haired old man nodded in surprise.

It was Zhao Feng's first time to see the Seven Spirits Demonic Sword Formation, but he was able to deduce the location of the seventh Demonic Sword, which is indeed quite capable.

This sentence has been affirmed by many people.

Mr. Liu was only hit by six swords and missed the seventh magic sword, otherwise he would probably be dead.

However, Zhao Feng was able to deduce the position of the seventh magic sword, maybe he really deduced the order of drawing the swords.

"In this Seven Spirit Demon Sword Formation, the order of entering the swords of the seven demon swords can be changed, resulting in countless orders of drawing the swords. Have you really figured it out?"

The middle-aged academician couldn't believe it, and asked again.

Back then, during the battle between Beiyou College and the Demonic Moon Sect, an academician was hit by the Seven Spirits Demon Sword Formation. At that time, some experts deduced and calculated a sequence of drawing swords, which allowed the academician to survive.

but,

At that time, the wounded man only had five swords, but now he has six swords.

"Boy is ninety-nine percent sure!"

Zhao Feng replied solemnly.

In fact, he is 100% sure, but if he is too confident, it will make people around him suspicious.

However, ninety-nine percent, it is also very powerful.

"Ninety-nine percent?"

The white-haired old man froze for a moment, and was too shocked to speak.

At this time, the extremely weak old Liu said: "If that's the case, then come on, even if you die, I don't blame you."

He was at the end of his strength, and in ten minutes, he would probably die from exhaustion, so he couldn't delay any longer.

The longer it is delayed, the harder it is to heal, so it must be done as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng also turned his head to look at the white-haired old man and the middle-aged academician, trying to get their permission.

"Old Liu really can't last that long, well, come on, if you dare to fail, I will beat you to death!" The white-haired old man nodded.

"Come on, if you can save Mr. Liu, the dean will definitely reward you a lot!"

The middle-aged academician also nodded.

They estimated that Mr. Liu only had ten minutes left, and within these ten minutes, even if Nangong Haoran, the dean of Beiyou College, returned, he might not be able to save him.

Now, the dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor!

When the surrounding scholars heard this, they also held their breath and did not dare to interrupt.

"it is good!"

Zhao Feng got the consent of the three of them, and immediately nodded. When the words fell, there was a power of ten thousand souls wrapped around the magic sword on Liu Lao's left shoulder.

"Hiss!"

This magic sword was pulled out by Zhao Feng with the power of ten thousand souls.

The first magic sword was pulled out!

As long as there is no mistake in the deduction, Old Liu's Yuanli will not go against the current, let alone explode and die.

"Clang!"

The magic sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

At this moment, the place is so quiet that no one dares to breathe loudly.

"puff!"

After the magic sword was pulled out, Elder Liu coughed up a mouthful of blood again, but the energy in his body did not flow backwards.

"It's done, it's done, there is no reverse flow of Yuanli, this order is correct."

"It's amazing, this junior brother really deduced it, Mr. Liu can be saved!"

"Haha, Mr. Liu's body is strong, how could he die in the hands of the Demon Moon Sect?"

The disciples around showed hopeful looks.

The white-haired old man's eyes lit up when he saw them in the right order.

The first magic sword has a one-sixth probability that Zhao Feng drew it correctly, and I don't know if he really deduced the sequence or got it right.

If the second magic sword is also successfully drawn, there is a one-thirtieth chance.

The third magic sword, that is the probability of one hundred and twenty.

"Shut up and be quiet!"

The middle-aged academician hurriedly shouted.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"Boy, have some ability, come on!"

Elder Liu felt that the energy in his left shoulder had returned to normal, and hurriedly suppressed the injury on his left shoulder.

"it is good!"

Zhao Feng nodded, and immediately wrapped the hilt of a magic sword with the power of myriad souls.

"Hiss!"

The magic sword stuck in Liu Lao's right thigh was pulled out.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Mr. Liu.

Yuanli, there is no countercurrent!

Mr. Liu is safe and sound.

The first magic sword is a one-sixth probability, but the probability of the second magic sword being drawn correctly is one-thirtieth.

Zhao Feng, I'm afraid he really deduced the order of drawing the swords.

"I'm saved, Mr. Liu is saved!"

Everyone's hearts boiled.

Zhao Feng believed it very much. Since the deduction was said to be successful, it must have been successful!

Since he was 100% sure, he had to move quickly, otherwise Mr. Liu would be even weaker, and something might happen.

Left shoulder, right thigh, left abdomen, right chest, right shoulder, right abdomen...

The six magic swords were pulled out by Zhao Feng in an instant, and at the same time, Old Liu coughed up a mouthful of blood heavily.

Man, alive!

Everyone looked at the six magic swords on the ground, and they were terrified. Zhao Feng's movements were so fast that they didn't even realize it. Everyone in the audience was stunned.

"Old Liu?"

The white-haired old man reacted immediately, and hurried up to check it out.

The same is true for the middle-aged academician. After he checked it once, he found that Mr. Liu was not in danger of life, but very weak.

"Don't look, I'm fine."

Elder Liu leaned against the stone wall and said in a weak voice, "I never thought that you could really save my life."

In fact, just now some people were wondering whether Zhao Feng was a remnant of the Demon Moon God Sect.

However, if Zhao Feng is a remnant of the Demon Moon God Sect, why did he save Old Liu?

Just wait a little longer, Mr. Liu himself will die of anger, so why expose it?

This point, the middle-aged academician and the white-haired old man have also thought about it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng really succeeded!

"I, Liu Wanli, killed nearly ten thousand people decades ago. Later, I almost went mad, so I joined Beiyou College and began to cultivate my character."

While speaking, Mr. Liu took out a scroll from the Ring of Nawu, and said, "I wrote this before joining Beiyou Academy. Now that you have saved my life, I will use this to repay you!"

This scroll fell into Zhao Feng's hands.

Before Zhao Feng opened it, he felt a killing breath.