Chapter 122 Feng Xiaotian
The recurve bow is just a medium for displaying soul power.
[Soul Power Structure] The theoretical depth is above the soul power frequency.
The soul power of the same frequency can achieve defense cracking.
But there is an upper limit,
Soul Saint is the upper limit of frequency theory.
For Contra-level soul masters, the soul power structure has initially begun to change.
Even if the soul power achieves "same frequency", due to the different "microstructure", there is a gap in microscopic quality, which makes penetration impossible.
"lets go!"
Two days later, Wuhun Palace.
The final teams of the National Elite Soul Master Competition are all gathered here.
This time, Wuhundian did not attack Tang San, nor did it attack Han Tao.
The journey was uneventful.
"The first match, Qibao Team vs. Kamikaze Academy!"
The referee who was marked "Death" announced the start of the game.
Feng Xiaotian, the two-headed wind demon wolf.
Wind Shadow, Wind Moon, and Gale Wind Dual Swords.
Fire Dance, Wuhun Hokage
The enemy's information appeared in Han Tao's mind like a trickle.
The referee announced loudly to the entire audience.
"Game start!"
Han Tao's expression remained unchanged and he raised his hand.
Double superimposed illusions and scenes materialize. The illusion of the divine court and the illusion of soul bones merge into reality, shrouding the members of the Kamikaze Sentai.
Light and shadow, like a combination of virtual and real, and like fragmented mirrors, are scattered throughout the Soul Fighting Platform.
"This is."
"Is this the final?"
Everyone in the audience was inexplicably shocked.
"Ah, illusion!" Tang San smiled contemptuously.
His own Purple Demon Eyes are naturally capable of controlling all illusions, and Han Tao's petty tricks can't make him stand out.
"Jade Phosphorus!" The fourth soul ring lit up.
Just as Han Tao's soul ring lit up his soul skill, a synchronized soul power was applied to Han Tao, strengthening the effect of his soul skill.
"Ning Rongrong learned [Real-time Gain] well!" Han Tao complimented a little.
But I don’t dare to give too much, for fear that she will be proud.
Feng Xiaotian is an extremely conceited person who looks down on opponents who are weaker than him.
However, in front of Han Tao, he did not dare to be careless or show any flaws.
Because Han Tao's methods are too unpredictable.
With a tense expression, he faced Feng Ying Feng Yue and Huo Wu and shouted: "Four-in-one martial soul fusion technique!"
"good!"
The three responded in unison that each member attached great importance to it.
Martial souls were summoned one after another, and under specific connections, the soul power condensed into a whole.
The wind helps the fire, the fire rises and the wind roars, and the martial spirits of Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wu achieve the initial fusion.
Feng Yue and Feng Ying summoned the blades of the wind, completed the fusion of martial souls, and transformed into the twin swords of the wind.
The blue wind is attached to the left blade, and the bright red fire is attached to the right blade. The two energies penetrate each other and are strengthened in the constant changes.
"Not bad!" Han Tao nodded.
"With this level and this level of intensity, it's completely unreasonable for him to lose to Shrek!"
A trace of doubt arose in Han Tao's heart.
With no time to worry, Han Tao started micro-managing:
"But it's a pity that you met me!"
Attack from the left.
Feng Xiaotian's thoughts were read by Han Tao.
"Ning Rongrong!" The command of thought was fleeting.
Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tower stood in the sky, and two rays of light were released on Han Tao and Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian's movements were blocked.
The impact is not big. Under the fusion of martial arts, it is difficult for the frequency to penetrate.
Han Tao's defense increased.
Biphosphorus toxin approached Feng Xiaotian's body: "No!"
"Looks like it's time to show off my special skills!"
The tone is low-level, possessed by the spirit of the demon wolf.
Holding the red and blue double blades, he began to use his own soul skill: the Wind Demon Wolf thirty-six consecutive slashes!
The arm turns into a sword and can be used to directly hold the sword, and can also perform self-created soul skills.
The blue sword brilliance contains wind, blowing away the phosphorus poison layer by layer.
Red and blue are intertwined, energy is accumulated bit by bit, and it becomes stronger step by step.
"Wait a minute!"
Ning Rongrong was about to interrupt him, but was stopped by Han Tao.
Feng Xiaotian's soul skills, along with his thoughts, were read by Han Tao.
"Why is this similar to the random cloak hammering technique my father taught me?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Tang San's eyes.
If you steal the secret method passed down by the sect, you will die, and Tang San intends to eradicate it!
Han Tao waved his finger, and the thick poison barrier blocked his sight.
"This won't stop me!"
The purple glow condensed in the dark eyes looked dazzling.
"Perspective" is one of the functions of the Purple Demon Eye.
Han Tao was in charge of the distraction control method, and images of the Soul Fighting Stage and the auditorium were all displayed in his brain.
Tang San's actions were known to Han Tao.
"Let me see what you can do!"
In the illusion, a huge mirror was created, facing Feng Xiaotian.
Han Tao's enemy was Feng Xiaotian, not Tang San, so he didn't notice anything wrong.
"What do you mean?" Feng Xiaotian was confused.
The Wind Demon Wolf's thirty-six consecutive slashes were still going on, but Feng Xiaotian was inevitably a little scared.
Mirrors can reflect light, Tang San's eyes met the mirror, and his eyes met.
Even if it is clairvoyance, the basic method must be taught.
The completely refracted light, even if the Purple Demon Eye has the power of "see-through", should not be able to see through it.
"Probably" Han Tao hesitated.
Uncertain of the strength of the Purple Demon Eye, Han Tao wanted to experiment.
but
Something that goes against common sense has occurred.
The perspective of the Purple Demon Eye violated the basic law. Through the mirror, he could see Feng Xiaotian who was performing soul skills in the back.
The power gradually climbed to the extreme with the slashes, one after another.
He smiled contemptuously: "Heh, garbage!"
"What's wrong?" Yu Xiaogang looked over curiously.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang, his expression returned to seriousness and he explained:
"The soul skills performed by Feng Xiaotian are not as good as those of Luan Cloak!"
Tang San couldn't tell where he was inferior, after all, Luan Cloak was not developed by himself.
He looked at Han Tao who was standing still, with a puzzled look: What was Han Tao doing with a mirror there?
The master didn't answer.
He also stared at the battlefield, but the area was covered by the poison barrier.
"Is there any way to break the illusion so that I can see clearly?" The master hesitated for a moment and asked.
Tang San nodded: "Yes!"
The contestants attacked the contestants in public in the audience, and Tang San didn't even think there was anything wrong.
"Purple Demon Eye!"
The purple pupils radiated a faint light, and the strong purple light shot towards the fighting spirit stage.
"Crack!" The sound of glass breaking.
Singing in every corner of the competition site, the double illusion built by Han Tao was officially broken.
"You are really a genius!"
Although Tang San's unique skills are hidden,
This is Wuhun City, the scene of the National Elite Soul Master Competition!
Bibi Dong is on the high platform.
Title Douluo can sense the 100,000-year soul beast, and the perception is evolved and transformed.
And Yu Xiaogang is not a Title Douluo, and did not tell Tang San this key information, so that his off-field attack was noticed by everyone.
This is not a simple interference with the game, this is a disobedience to the rules of the Wuhun Hall, a slap in the face.
Bibi Dong was extremely angry, she raised her scepter and smashed it to the ground.
The momentum of the Title Douluo gushed out, and he shouted angrily: "Tang San, what are you doing?"
Tang San suddenly found that everyone's eyes were looking at him.
Bibi Dong, Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen
He looked at Yu Xiaogang: "Master, you didn't say this would happen"
Yu Xiaogang walked to the stage with his head held high without any humility.
"Bibi Dong, can you give me some face and let Tang San go!"
