Douluo: I can steal other people's spirits

Salas did not shy away from it, facing Dugu Bo.

"Any genius is aloof. I feel the same about this, but being too aloof is conceited.

In this way, not only can it not bring some benefit to oneself, it will harm oneself instead."

"I don't think so"

As soon as Salas finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi said directly: "Excessive arrogance is indeed undesirable, but what if people do have this capital?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone cast a strange look.

"Sect Master Ning, those who have cultivated to the level of you and me can surely see the power of Feng Xiaotian's self-created spirit ability, right?

You think, close to pure physical defense, unless it is at the level of you and me.

Otherwise, who can stop these thirty-six consecutive cuts?"

Salas was not afraid at all, and responded positively.

In his opinion, as long as Lingmo does not take the initiative to defend, he will undoubtedly die.

With this kind of spirit ability, even if you turn on the martial spirit, it will be extremely difficult to use all your energy to resist, let alone do nothing.

"You can't, doesn't mean that others can't! After all, just because you are a waste, do you think that all people in the world are waste?"

Suddenly a sentence choked on Salas and almost died.

Sweeping his eyes, he found that this sentence was actually said by Gu Rong.

This guy is not a good temper. You dare not anger if you scold you in front of you.

Salas finally had a bitterness and couldn't tell. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to refute, his face was extremely ugly.

"Haha, good point! After all, you are just a trash, and you can't even reach the title Douluo. What qualifications do you have to shake your lips and tongue and scratch your head in front of us?"

Dugu Bo answered the conversation in time, and Salas, who was utterly uttered, went silent, as if an anger surged in his heart, but could not find the source of catharsis.

"Okay! Let's watch the game"

Xueye came out to save the field in time, otherwise these old guys would really fight.

The little guy below hasn't started yet, these old guys choked on fire first.

When his gaze returned to the stage, Ling Mo was indifferent, and Feng Xiaotian had already stored up his energy. At this time, it was impossible to stop.

You must finish all the thirty-six consecutive cuts, or even him will be backlashed.

"Since you insist on doing this, then I'm not welcome"

Up to now, Feng Xiaotian has completely released herself.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you really think your soul skills hurt me? Come on"

With a cold voice, Feng Xiaotian was furious, and immediately began the 36th consecutive attack of the Storm Demon Wolf.

"Arrogant, today I must have you pay the price"

In the long whistling sound, Feng Xiaotian moved, and his body fell from the sky like a meteor driving the moon.

Strangely, his huge body with wings spread out did not make a sound while falling.

The diffuse blue light was all restrained, and at this time, his body and his wings were in a perfect angle.

A wind blade was cut down instantly, without any refuge, coming from the front.

Now that Ling Mo has made up his mind to resist.

He doesn't need to make so many bells and whistles, and directly cut down the wind blade.

In an instant, the blade of the gust of wind was cut down, accompanied by a faint blue light, gorgeous and infinite.

He smashed Lingmo's body severely. At this time, everyone present was so nervous.

Only the party's Lingmo was like the okay person, as if he was not standing on the stage.

Everyone eagerly looked forward to it, their eyes were torch, their eyes widened, and they dared not blink for a moment.

The wind blade slashed on Ling Mo's body, making a violent sound, as if it was split on a piece of nine-day profound iron.

There was a spark, very scary.

"Is it all right?"

"Oh my God, he didn't have anything at all"

The light faded, and when everyone looked again, Ling Mo still cut on the stage, with a smile on his face, nothing at all.

To be precise, the wind blade just now looked like itching, and he didn't even scratch a piece of skin.

"This is too incredible, it's a pervert"

Everyone was shocked!The wind blade just now, although it was the first one, its power was not something they could just ignore.

Did Ling Mo really resist?

Everyone saw it really, that Ling Mo did not move just now, not even blinking his eyes.

"That's it? I thought how cruel it was"

When the first wind blade fell, Ling Mo remained unmoved, and laughed playfully.

With this blow, he can probably judge his current degree of defense.

It can be said that even if Feng Xiaotian finishes all thirty-six blades, it will not hurt Lingmo.

The difference in their spirit power is too great, and the Lingmo after fusing the supreme bones is said to be an invincible existence in the same level.

Even if it is Soul Saint, it may not be able to hurt him.

"Don't worry, there is a second blade."

Feng Xiaotian also breathed a sigh of relief when the blow failed. At least Lingmo was not dead.

He didn't want to bear a life, and after seeing Lingmo completely took over, he gradually felt relieved.

The next thirty-five edges were not hiding.