The title of Douluo, Whitebeard, shatters the godhead

Before the challenge even started, the trash talk before the game had already started, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

For a moment, many students at Kamikaze Academy showed anger, but remained silent.

Feng Yunzi also looked at Shui Yue, seeming to be thinking about something and didn't speak for a while.

Only Feng Xiaotian stepped out and looked at Shui Yue with an indifferent expression, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "What a strong tone. In this case, let me learn your brilliant moves first!"

"No, you can't kill a chicken with a bull's-eye knife, Feng He, come on." Wei Fan said.

Immediately, a man wearing a mask and Tsing Yi school uniform like Feng Xiaotian walked out and jumped onto the stage.

As Feng He came on stage, he immediately revealed his martial soul, which was three soul rings: two yellow and one purple.

Shuiyue raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the younger students of Kamikaze Academy were not weak either. Although they were quite old, their level of soul masters was pretty good.

As expected, all major high-level soul master academies have extraordinary foundations.

"let's start."

Feng He was quite polite and asked for advice.

Shuiyue also nodded with satisfaction, as if saying that children can be taught, causing Fenghe to have black lines on his forehead.

At the same time, Shuiyue also symbolically lit up the two yellow soul rings, then took out the big black stick like a fire stick, grinned and said: "I use weapons, it shouldn't be a foul, right?"

Wei Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, nodded and said: "No foul."

"Then I'm going to fight."

Shuiyue's legs were slightly arched, and she suddenly took a step forward, already taking a stance.

"Spirit fighting, start!"

As the referee teacher from Kamikaze Academy made the announcement, the spirit fight officially began.

"Ahh~~"

Only a strange cry was heard from Shuiyue, the speed of his feet exploded, and the entire figure disappeared without a trace.

Feng He's face suddenly became solemn, and he kept looking for Shui Yue's whereabouts, but unfortunately, he couldn't catch it.

Not only him, but Feng Xiaotian and even Feng Yunzi under the ring also looked surprised.

"Such a strong speed, he can actually be faster than me."

Feng Yunzi was also secretly shocked, secretly thinking that she had almost caught up with her explosive speed.

This water moon is definitely not simple.

The first soul skill: Wind Strike Blade.

On the stage, Feng He did not dare to neglect, and his soul power continued to surge, turning into sharp and sharp wind blades and hitting the space around his body.

There is no other way. Since there is no trace, we can only attack in all directions with the aim of killing the wrong ones. There will always be one who can hit.

However, what people didn't expect was that his attacks didn't work, and they were all hit in nothingness.

"what happened?"

Feng He was horrified and quickly stopped his first soul skill to reduce the consumption of soul power.

However, at the moment when he stopped his move, the trajectory of the dancing black stick passed directly through the space behind him, bringing up afterimages and hitting Feng He hard on the back.

The next moment, Feng He felt something hit his back, and his whole body flew out.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Feng He fell outside the Soul Fighting Stage.

"This...Fenghe was actually knocked away by that broken black stick."

"Oh my god, isn't that kid a great soul master? Is he so strong?"

In the audience, some students couldn't help but exclaimed.

Feng He only felt pain in his back. When he recovered from the shock, he found that he had lost.

"I thought I was so strong, but it turns out I can't even bear a stick." Shui Yue shook her head, looking like I have a black stick in my hand.

Feng He's face also turned blue and white.

Even the teacher Wei Fan didn't expect that Feng He would be defeated with just one blow. This was too outrageous.

Until then, everyone realized how powerful Shui Yue was.

They are not fools, and they can no longer treat Shuiyue as an ordinary great soul master.

"Didn't you see? I only have two soul rings."

Shuiyue spread her hands with an innocent face, as if to say, 'You're not stupid, why are you asking me?'

Then, I saw him tapping the space bracelet on his left hand and taking out an item like a music box.

The next second, a sudden voice kept repeating: "Please invite the next victim!"

"..."

For a time, the melon-eating crowd was divided into two groups.

One group is the crowd who came to watch the game. They all laughed and laughed when they saw it.

The other group was the students of Kamikaze Academy. They all twitched at the corners of their mouths and had the urge to go on stage and beat Suigetsu in person.

Shuiyue is smiling all over her face, she just likes this feeling that she can't stand it but can't kill me.

He turned his gaze to Feng Xiaotian in the audience and said, "Brother Lanling... Oh, Brother Feng, why don't you come up and let me see your 36-slash attack by the Wind Demon Wolf."

"Huh? How did he know that I was developing 36 consecutive cuts?"

Feng Xiaotian suddenly murmured in confusion.

Nowadays, his Wind Demon Wolf Continuous Slash has only been developed to 36 consecutive slashes, and [-] consecutive slashes is the later target.

You know, Feng Xiaotian has not revealed his self-created soul skills in front of anyone, but Shui Yue on the stage has revealed it. Is it possible that he can still predict it?

Seeing that Feng Xiaotian didn't speak for a long time, Shui Yue also frowned: "What? Are you worried about failure?"

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about. There's no shame in losing to me."

As he spoke, Shuiyue put on an expression that said it was no big deal, looking a bit in need of a beating.

"Forget it, forget it. If you don't dare to go on stage, forget it. Sister Yun, how about you come?"

Then Shuiyue also blinked and turned his attention to Feng Yunzi.

Yun Yun, who traveled from Dou Qi Continent, was called Feng Yunzi here and was called Yun Meizi by Shui Yue. No one was suspicious.

The character Feng Yunzi had a charming smile on her face and a wonderful look in her eyes. Just as she was about to come on stage, Feng Xiaotian stretched out her hand to stop her.

"Haha, this farce should end as soon as possible."

Because he was wearing a mask, he didn't know Feng Xiaotian's expression at all.

The only thing that is certain is that he is quite good at it, at least he is not one of those country bumpkins.

"Holy shit, this pussy is so smooth. Even though I can't understand it, I'm shocked."

Shuiyue raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but have the urge to knock him on the head.

Quietly watching Feng Xiaotian slowly walk up the stage step by step, like a slow-motion replay, Shuiyue suddenly had veins on his forehead, and he couldn't help it anymore.

After Feng Xiaotian came to the stage, he directly released his martial soul, which seemed to be the best configuration of two yellow and one purple soul rings.

hoohoo~~

The wolf roared loudly, and the two-headed demon wolf of the wind martial spirit was already possessed. In an instant, Feng Xiaotian was full of energy, and his whole body exuded the aura of a king.

"Brother Feng is really awesome."

Seeing this, Shui Yue couldn't help but applaud and praise.

"I'm in a hurry, so let's start this boring battle of souls."

Feng Xiaotian's eyes were indifferent, as if no one could catch his eye, and he had an aura of looking down on the world.

"Throwing thunder~~~"

The next moment, the veins in Shuiyue's muscles full of domineering strength swelled, and his arms suddenly waved. The front end of the iron rod in his hand was suddenly covered with a faint halo, and it hit Feng Xiaotian directly.

Zhen Ming Bagua.

I saw Shui Yue blinking, and the big black rod containing terrifying shock force directly bombarded Feng Xiaotian's chest among the lightning and flints.

The power of shock continued to impact, tremble and tear apart the body possessed by the martial spirit, and the sound of clicking continued to sound.

Feng Xiaotian felt that his body was out of control, and his whole body flew backwards like a cannonball, and his entire face was twisted into a ball...

"Labour and management hate Prince Lanling the most. He's just pretending!"