Chapter 177 Soul Painting, Flamingo

However, before Wei Yin finished speaking, a black light flashed, and there was already a silver dagger on his chest, which was Lu Shuo's original soul skill, Purple Soul Silver Prison Kill.

The severe pain made Wei Yin have no intention to launch the third soul skill again.

In Lu Shuo's eyes, a strong murderous atmosphere flashed, "Wei Yin, if you launch the third soul skill again, I will definitely break your hands or feet. You have to think clearly."

In the face of Lu Shuo's threat, Wei Yin still chose to submit. After all, his own safety is always the first priority for people like this.

"You son of a bitch, dare to be sentenced to me, hurry up and launch the soul skill..."

"Puff!"

Before the words fell, another silver dagger shot into Sikong Youtian's chest. Due to the invasion of the magic toxin, Sikong Youtian kept struggling, the qi and blood were running, and the paralysis effect became more and more powerful. Coupled with the invasion of nine elements, the magic dog King Kong has slowly disappeared.

With a "plop", Sikong Youtian fell to the ground. In fact, he has felt the condition of his body. The invasion of nine elements has completely damaged his internal organs. Coupled with the invasion of Tianmoxin, if there is no increase, Sikong Youtian can't break away from it at all.

It's just that he can't believe this fact,

"How is this possible? Why is it that with the same top soul skill and the same soul power level, your nine-tailed thorn whip can bind my magic dog King Kong? Why? At this moment, Sikong Youtian could no longer care about being arrogant and shouted angrily.

Lu Shuo smiled indifferently, "That's because mine is the top soul skill in ancient times."

"What? Ancient top soul skills? How is that possible? How is that possible?" Sikong Youtian said silently.

About the ancient top soul skills, Sikong Youtian knows, after all, he is also the son of the beast patriarch. But he also knew the rarity of the ancient top soul skills. The probability is almost unparalled. If he is a little careless, he will explode and die. Sikong Youtian really can't figure it. The purple-winged flower, which is just a low-level star soul, has the ability to obtain ancient top soul skills, which is really hard for him to believe. However, it is an indisputable fact that his magic dog King Kong has become bound, and Lu Shuo has no reason to deceive himself.

Gradually, Sikong Youtian began to stop struggling, because his magic dog King Kong had disappeared, and there was no power to break free from the thorns that bound him. His eyes were completely free of his previous self-confidence, and more unwilling. Sikong Youtian clenched his fist tightly. He participated in this Heavenly Soul Conference The purpose is obvious, which is to enter the top three and even win the championship, but he did not expect to stop here. He is really unwilling.

He has always been the proud son of the college. In terms of strength, he can definitely rank in the top five, or even the top three. But it's not easy to lose to an unknown opponent and lose in all aspects.

For him, the blow of this battle was quite huge, especially in the face of Lu Shuo's powerful feeling of nowhere, which made him extremely painful. Anyway, I felt that my strength should be above my opponent, but in the end, I still lost, and even lost inexplicably and didn't realize it at all.

He lowered his head silently and began to think about something. People are always like this. When his pride was completely defeated, he began to reflect.

At this time, in the rest area of the Beast King College, a man in white armor frowned, looked at Sikong Youtian, who had been defeated on the field, sighed helplessly, and then said to himself, "This proud Youtian, I had specially told him to be especially careful of the teenager in purple of Qiankun College. He promised me. Now it seems that he doesn't take it seriously at all. He deserves to lose.

An old man next to him walked to the man, "Young master, the second young master has been injured like this. Do you think the little one should send a few masters to teach the young man in purple?"

The man was stunned, but immediately glared, "Well, if you dare to give that young man in purple a hair, I will never let you take it. Our company Kong Youhe wants to teach him a lesson openly, understand?"

"Yes, yes! Little knows." The old man looked respectful and seemed to be very afraid.

After a moment, in Haotian Square, Sikong Youtian slowly raised his head, with a provocative smile on the corners of his mouth, and looked at Lu Shuo with burning eyes. "We will meet again. Next time, you will never be so lucky."

Lu Shuo smiled indifferently, "Waiting for you at any time."

"I lost!" An unwilling sentence was finally said, and it was these three words that have foreshadowed Sikong Youtian's real defeat to Lu Shuo.

On the stands, bursts of warm applause followed, and the audience was not a fool, let alone as arrogant as Sikong Youtian. They clearly remember that the fire-invable purple wing flower easily broke the fire tiger roared and instantly entangled the range soul skills of the four soul masters. . Aren't these enough to prove Lu Shuo's strength?

Then, the nine-tailed thorn whip disappeared, and the referee on the court immediately sent someone to help Sikong Youtian, and Wei Yin naturally gave up the fight. If it goes on like this, Wei Yin has no chance of winning. He can't flatter Lu Shuo anymore. Even if he wants to shoot, Lu Shuo will not eat this.

So, there are only three people left on the field now, Lu Shuo and Qianman and Aina, who are fighting. However, the fight between the two women has also reached the last moment.

Aina's mouth has overflowed with a trace of blood, and her hands clenched Tianchen's bow are even more scarred. The soul power of 36 stars is obviously left. At this time, she was gasping loudly. She looked sideways at Lu Shuo, who had won on the other side, and was also shocked. She didn't expect that Lu Shuo would be so fast and still like This is an easy victory over Sikong Youtian. On the other side, Qianman looked nothing, but the soul power consumption was a little large, and he kept gasping at this time. Qianman was not surprised about Lu Shuo's victory over Sikong Youtian. In fact, she had already guessed such a result, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

At this moment, Aina said, "Miss Qianman, you are indeed the daughter of the owner of the painting. Your strength is really admirable, and the little woman admires you. However, even at the last moment, I will not easily admit defeat. Now, let's end this game with the strongest blow. How about that?"

Qianman smiled, "Of course, but the final victory is definitely mine."

"Then let's get started!"

As soon as the words fell, a flame arrow condensed from the fire element had been pulled on the bow, and the target pointed straight to Qianman not far away, while Qianman's right hand clenched the colorful phoenix pen, and a piece of paper appeared in his left hand. The colorful phoenix pen kept sketching something on the drawing paper, and the colorful light was exhausted. Flash, the soul power fluctuates with the swing and ripple of the brush. Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to imagine that she is painting.

The next moment, the voices of Aina and Qianman sounded at the same time.

"The third soul skill! Explosive arrows! Launch!"

"The art of painting souls,

song xian, the arrow moved, with a "whisper", a flame arrow has rapidly shot in the direction of Qianman.

At the moment Qianman picked up the brush, a small firebird immediately flew out of the drawing paper, flapped its flame wings, and quickly met Aina's third soul skill, the explosive arrow.

"It's incredible that what you draw can become a reality." Lu Shuo stared hotly at the firebird that suddenly appeared. His heart was moved, surprised, excited and surging, as if he had seen a divine painting. Although Lu Shuo knew the inheritance of the soul art of one of the painting clans, he was still a little hard to believe when he saw it with his own eyes.

As far as Lu Shuo knows, the art of painting the soul is the inheritance of one of the painting clans. Its ability is just like that shown by Qianman, turning what he painted into reality. In short, it is to summon soul beasts or other things to help them fight. However, it does not mean that they can turn any thing into reality or can be summoned. Call, otherwise, it will be too powerful. The source of soul painting requires the help of drawing spells. By drawing spells, you can draw what you can summon, just like Qianman was painting the flamingo just now. In fact, she drew the flamingo so quickly when she meditated the spell, thus His greeting came out, but Lu Shuo didn't know what the painting spell was, and perhaps only one of the people of the painting clan knew it.

Lu Shuo knows that this soul art is really too attractive to him. As the god of painting, how can he not be interested in this soul art? What Lu Shuo didn't know was that in the following years, the art of soul painting would become his right arm in battle. However, of course, this is all about the future.

"Boom!"

By this time, the explosive arrow had collided with the flamingo! The violent explosion sounded, and the raging fire elements spread. Even Lu Shuo, more than 50 meters away, could feel the huge energy contained in it.

And most of the energy is released by thousands of flamingos.

"Ah!"

Aina shouted and couldn't help highlighting a mouthful of blood. Not only is the star soul integrated with the host, but the soul skill is also integrated with the host, while Qianman snorted and gasped violently. The snow-white chest in front of her chest kept ups and down, and she took a step back to stabilize her body. At this time, it was obvious that from the performance of the two It can be seen that Qianman's flamingo has defeated Aina's explosive arrow.

"You lost!" Qianman's crisp way to stabilize his body.

Aina covered her chest, her face was as pale as paper, and said faintly, "I lost!"

At this point, the battle between Qianman and Aina also ended, and the winner was naturally Qianman from the Painting Seminary.

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