Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 39 Feng Xiaotian is completely restrained

"You're the one I'm waiting for!" Zhou Zhou suddenly smiled, and put his hands into claws on his chest.

A little bit of cyan light condensed on the fingertips, and an unusually sharp feeling came.

Weekend's body moved violently, rotating itself rapidly, and the cyan light blade formed a circle around it.

It was Feng Xiaotian who rushed over with wings on his back. When he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes widened suddenly. The cyan edge gave him an unusually sharp feeling.

But at this time, it was too late to stop due to the extremely fast flight, so he could only turn his body sideways as much as possible, with the soul power boiling in his body and concentrated on his arms.

The wolf head of the second soul skill flashed with dazzling light, looking lifelike, and was struck hard in the chest.

"Boom!"

The wind blade array hit the blue edge and was torn apart instantly into little bits of light.

On the weekend, I stood under the breeze and moved my hands with numb fingers. What I just did was an application of Jiutian Gangfeng.

The breeze condensed with sharp attributes attached to the five fingers, forming sharp blades.

It's just that I'm not very skilled in using it, so my five fingers were slightly injured.

At this time, Feng Xiaotian stood on the ground below, his face more solemn than ever before, and his hands trembling slightly.

There were two small wounds on the back of the hand, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The young man in front of him was very strong, stronger than himself, not because the other party was a soul master and he was a soul master, but because of the other party's martial soul.

The wind that can be controlled at will, that extremely sharp wind, is far beyond what the strong wind that one can control can resist.

"The speed of the wind can't match him, and the intensity of the wind can't match him. The only thing stronger than him may be the physical quality of the beast soul, but it can't get close to him at all!" Feng Xiaotian's figure moved with the wind.

Move, avoiding the sweeping wind at extremely fast speeds.

Unlike his own wind, Feng Xiaotian's speed is faster than the wind he controls, so he can avoid these fast winds.

Most people would have despaired at this time, but Feng Xiaotian did not. He still had one hope.

"Although it's a semi-finished product, as long as I accumulate all my strength, I can defeat him with one strike."

Feng Xiaotian looked determined when he thought of this, and the third soul ring on his body lit up again.

"The third soul skill, Wind Wings!"

A green light lit up from Feng Xiaotian's body, sweeping it from the inside out, sweeping away all the strangeness on Feng Xiaotian's body.

This is an ability of the third soul skill, which can restore Feng Xiaotian's condition to its best. It is also a very magical ability in the original work.

Except for the consumption of soul power, Feng Xiaotian is no different from when he first started fighting.

His body suddenly crouched down to avoid a wind blade above his head. Feng Xiaotian spread his wings and swung violently, flying quickly into the air.

Weekend looked at Feng Xiaotian flying towards him and waved his right hand violently.

A gust of wind roared from the right and rushed towards Feng Xiaotian.

Feng Xiaotian followed the force of the strong wind and turned to the left. After completing a charge, he turned his body in a semicircular arc and rushed over again.

"My current limit is nine times. As long as I complete nine times of charging, I can break through all obstacles and attack him in one go!" Feng Xiaotian was highly concentrated and accurately controlled each of his efforts.

Watching Feng Xiaotian's attack trajectory on weekends, it felt like one semicircle after another, and he frowned slightly.

"Have you started researching it now? This guy's talent is indeed high, but Tang San has restrained him in everything. He is also a miserable child!"

He stretched out his hand and slapped it down suddenly, and a pillar of wind suddenly roared from above and hit Feng Xiaotian.

"No! The speed is too fast. I can't react." Feng Xiaotian's face changed drastically. Then, the strong wind swept over him, and he instantly lost control and power.

The whole person was smashed down hard and fell directly to the ground.

There was a pop and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Xiaotian's face was extremely ugly. The energy storage was interrupted before it was completed, which already caused some backlash to his body.

Now not only his soul power has been consumed, but his body has also been seriously injured.

"There is still a chance. I still have soul power and a third soul skill!" Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, the third soul ring shone with light, and he rushed forward again.

Weekend frowned, not because Feng Xiaotian rushed up again, but because the noise seemed too loud.

Although this place is on the edge of the city, it is still a city after all. If we continue fighting like this, I am afraid it will attract the attention of the patrols in the city.

"Looks like we need to speed up!" Weekend said calmly.

With a backhand shot forward, the compressed wind turned into a shock wave, knocking Feng Xiaotian away as he rushed towards him.

Putting his hands up and down on his chest, a large amount of soul power condensed into a stream of cyan light, spinning crazily and condensing into a ball of violent wind.

Then he threw it out with one hand. Weekend slowly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the masterpiece that he had consumed 50% of his soul power. How powerful could it be?

The strong wind came out and pulled everything around it crazyly, forming a small tornado.

He rushed forward quickly, and the strong wind attracted everything around him, including vegetation, dead trees, gravel, soil, and even water mist.

Everything was sucked into it, and then, in the wisps of fine wind like blades, it was crushed to pieces.

Feng Xiaotian felt the huge attraction, his face suddenly changed, and his body moved uncontrollably towards the tornado.

Even if the wings are flying wildly, it is only temporary, just to compete.

There is not much soul power left in the body. If you don't hold on, you may be turned into a pile of mud.

Gritting his teeth, he flapped his wings wildly, struggling to resist the force of the strong wind.

"My body's injuries have not recovered at all, my soul power has been consumed too much, and there is no energy left to explode. Now I am afraid that I no longer have the ability to break free from this attraction!"

Feng Xiaotian's spirit was calmer than ever before. Although he could feel that the other party would not kill him, it did not mean that he would give up on saving himself.

Using the little soul power left, he activated his first soul skill, and three wind blades spun up in the palms of his hands, forming a wind blade array.

The wind blade rotates downward, and both hands face the opposite direction of the tornado's rotation, so as to generate a reaction force at the moment of contact and launch Feng Xiaotian into the sky.

Standing in the sky on the weekend, looking at the nervous Feng Xiaotian, I was keenly aware of his rapidly beating heart.

With a slight smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fists, slowly calming down the power of the tornado.

Feng Xiaotian on the other side also sensed this change in an instant and breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was beating crazily but could not stop immediately.

Gradually, the tornado converged and finally subsided, leaving behind a small soil bag made of powder.

"boom!"

A voice rang out, Zhou Xing looked over and saw Feng Xiaotian lying on the ground, unable to do anything.

Weekend also slowly fell down and walked towards Feng Xiaotian who was lying on the ground. It was time to work!

(End of chapter)