Chapter 13

At that moment, Ding Sanshi seemed to feel that he had a hallucination. He looked at Wang Jian and asked, "are you sure?"

Wang Jian shrugged and said, "I like to satisfy other people's wishes."

Ding Sanshi laughed angrily. His eyes were fixed on Wang Jian, and his tone was sarcastic: "I underestimate you."

Ding Sanshi's momentum began to become stronger and stronger, and his surging soul power surged out, forming an invisible wind blowing in all directions, and yellow sand rolling up.

"Here it is Dai Mu's eyes brightened in the crowd.

"Two steps ahead, I don't want my gate broken by you."

Wang Jian didn't mean to smile, and then walked towards the playground in the college.

Ding Sanshi didn't say a word. He followed Wang Jian.

Some of the onlookers didn't respond. They gaped at the development of things. After a moment's silence, they burst out a loud discussion.

"What are they going to do?"

"Should... Should not fight?"

"Look, Ding Sanshi is also showing his soul ring. It's not true that he wants to fight!"

The playground of Tianxing college is not big, and it looks very simple. It's just that after the turf is removed, it's covered with a layer of gravel, but it's more than enough as a fighting ground for the two soul sects.

After the two of them stood still, they began to fight with each other.

At the foot of Ding Sanshi, four circles of soul rings slowly rise, looking at Wang Jian as if looking at the prey.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!

This is the best proportion of soul ring, but I don't know why, compared with Wang Jian's four circle soul ring, it feels inferior!

"Ding Sanshi, level 42 strong attack is the warspirit sect, martial spirit iron sword, please give me some advice!"

Wang Jian had a good example and said, "Wang Jian, level 41... Control department, warspirit sect, martial spirit ruler, please give me some advice!"

"The ruler?"

Ding Sanshi took a look at Wang Jian's martial spirit. He thought it was just ordinary bamboo. He didn't expect to have such a name.

The battle between the two soul masters was not seen by ordinary people on weekdays, so the crowd standing outside the gate of the college stopped to line up and looked around the fence outside the college with great interest.

Ding Sanshi holds an iron sword in his hand, but as a weapon soul, the attack power of sword is generally the highest.

After they salute each other, Ding Sanshi looks at Wang Jian straight in the eye.

Wang Jian was unmoved, holding the ruler and looking at him with a smile. Although he had never fought against the soul before, the basic knowledge of fighting had been instilled into his mind systematically.

Ding Sanshi is the challenger and will definitely lead the first attack, so he only needs to attack from behind.

Sure enough, seeing that Wang Jian didn't move, Ding Sanshi, who was eager to make a fool of Wang Jian, couldn't hold his breath and rushed to Wang Jian with his iron sword.

"Drink!"

Ding Sanshi let out a deep drink, holding his iron sword in both hands and cutting it straight down. At the same time, his second soul ring also lit up.

On top of the iron sword, the heavy soul power entangles, and the ordinary iron sword has become a little magical.

Just at the moment when Ding Sanshi's soul ring was lit up, Wang Jian moved. His soul power was concentrated on the sole of his feet and touched the earth lightly. The whole person was like a butterfly.

"Touch!"

The iron sword wrapped in the soul force fell to the ground with a blow, and it made a huge noise. A one meter diameter pit appeared on the ground.

"The sword seems to be getting heavier?"

Wang Jian squints and has no time to manage the destroyed playground, thinking about Ding Sanshi's soul skill.

The iron sword seems to become more and more important. Ding Sanshi also has some difficulty in picking it up. Seeing this, Wang Jian's eyes moved and quickly attacked back.

But at the moment when he was near Ding Sanshi, Ding Sanshi's first Soul Ring lit up, and his mouth also showed an imperceptible smile, which made Wang Jianxin alert.

At the next moment, Ding Sanshi easily picked up the iron sword, which was more and more important. It was as light as a feather, and the target was Wang Jian.

Wang Jian stopped quickly and did not move forward.

"Lighter?"

He probably knew Ding Sanshi's first two soul skills, one light and one heavy. If he used them flexibly, they would have a good effect.

Ding Sanshi's speed was a little faster than at the beginning. He rushed to Wang Jian's body and stabbed him with a sword. It was simple, direct and without any fancy skills.

Wang Jian looks at Ding Sanshi without expression, the second soul ring flashes, and the ruler in his hand is held high - vertical split!

Ding Sanshi's body is slightly stagnant, and he is a little wary, but he is not satisfied with the ten-year Soul Ring's soul skill. However, when he despises it, a strong sense of crisis comes to his mind.

Looking at the soul power surging on Wang Jian's ruler, Ding Sanshi frowned tightly, and his figure suddenly retreated!

At the same time, his third soul ring also lit up!

The iron sword is horizontal in front of the body, and the sword shadow that seems to be a little illusory appears, which tightly wraps Ding Sanshi's figure.

The glittering white pitching shot from the ruler. It looked like a light gauze and a stretched petal. It looked very beautiful, but Ding Sanshi didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Boom!"

The spirit training from the ruler hit Ding Sanshi's shield and made a huge noise.

Ding Sanshi's face suddenly became ugly. What a strong force!

The shield formed by the third soul skill is trembling, as if it will be broken in the next second. The powerful force makes Ding Sanshi's feet move back and pull two deep gullies on the ground.

When the power of Wang Jian's second soul skill disappeared, Ding Sanshi half knelt to the ground with a plop. His chest kept rising and falling, breathing heavily, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hoo! Hoo

"How?"

Wang Jian stands in the distance with a smile. When he hears the exclamation outside, he is already happy. Ding Sanshi is just here to give him a free advertisement!

Ding Sanshi was speechless, even confused in his mind. He kept roaring in his heart. Is this really the power of ten years' Soul Ring? How is that possible?

Also shocked is Dai mubai. After the fence, he looks at Wang Jian strangely. Is this kind of power really what the second soul skill can achieve? And it's the second ring!

"Director Ding, are you still here?"

Wang Jian asked Ding Sanshi with a smile.

Ding Sanshi took a deep breath. I'm afraid he was defeated this time, but he was also confused. What Wang Jian showed was only the second soul skill. Maybe the third and fourth soul skill didn't work?

But he did not dare to gamble, because from the strange performance of Wang Jian's second soul skill, the young man was not as simple as he thought!

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Wang Jian with a smiling face and the light in his eyes. His heart suddenly trembled

Tangled for a long time, his heart finally had a judgment. He suddenly got up, took back his soul, and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Go

When he got to the door, he said in a deep voice to some of his followers who had already looked at him. The onlookers did not dare to stop them. They quickly made way for a few people to leave.

At the same time, the voice of task completion also sounded in my mind.

Wang jianpo shook his head regretfully. Ding Sanshi was not stupid. He was flexible. He didn't hesitate at all when he should be counselled.

When Wang Jian looked out again, he found that people's eyes had become fiery.

He laughed and sat down at the table again. He said in a loud voice, "registration continues. Please keep order."