Chapter 71

"Mr. Zhao, be careful"

Ye Zhiqiu's voice came from the already slightly calm smoke storm.

Suddenly, the dust storm broke a big hole, a green light swept out of it, like lightning, the wind around the speed has been calm, slowly falling with the gravity of the smoke and dust again into the sky.

"Whoosh ~" a harsh sound of breaking the air sounded.

Come on!

Super fast!

Even if Tang San had already lifted the purple pole's pupil, he still couldn't see ye Zhiqiu's figure. He could only see a green awn, which instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters, and rolled up the dust and fog all the way, and suddenly came to Zhao Wuji with a terrifying power.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrink, and he can't see very clearly. He can only see a shadow passing by, but his mind can't turn.

Ye Zhiqiu now burst out of the extreme speed, even he can barely control himself, no matter how fast, his dynamic vision can not keep up with it.

Eight door dunjia opened six doors in a row, and his body was pained by the explosive force of his soul. Now ye Zhiqiu just wants to vent his explosive soul power.

Ye Zhiqiu did not have a fancy simple punch, but with a hurricane like air flow, directly toward Zhao Wuji's abdomen.

"The first soul..." Zhao Wuji's soul power has just been transported, and his words have not been finished.

"Bang ~" is a dull sound.

Ye Zhiqiu's mouth slightly lifted, a punch printed on Zhao Wuji's stomach.

Zhao Wuji flies out in a flash.

The body is in mid air, bowing like a curved salted fish. The white kernel is turned straight in the eyes, and a continuous blood thread emerges, as if to stare out of the eye socket.

With only one punch, Zhao Wuji flew out of the playground of Shrek college, flying tens of meters away. Only when he met a house, did he bump into the wooden wall and smash into the house. With the help of resistance, he barely stopped.

The whole wall of the house built of wood was smashed and collapsed directly. It was rickety, but it didn't hold up in the end.

"Boom"

the wooden house collapsed, and a large amount of dust and smoke were raised again.

Zhao Wuji was unfortunately buried in it.

Tang San, who watched the battle in the distance, slightly opened their mouths. Their expressions were somewhat dull and some doubted life.

It's... It's amazing!

They looked at the place where Zhao Wuji had just stood, only to see ye Zhiqiu slowly withdrawing his fist and standing upright.

"What kind of terrifying soul skill is this? Zhao teacher was a blow fly... "Dai mubai stupefied way.

Tang San shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not soul skill. Ah Qiu's soul ring has not been revealed. If you want me to say, it may be a secret skill."

"Secret arts? What is that? " Dai mubai and others are confused.

"Er..." Tang San was speechless. He almost forgot that these people were different from himself. He couldn't understand martial arts and secret arts. He can only explain: "you can understand that this is a kind of self created soul skill, and the principle is similar..."

"that's right." Ning Rongrong nodded and said with some complacency: "that's Zhiqiu's self-made soul skill. There are eight dunjia in total. Each time you open a door, your combat power can be increased several times. However..." here, Ning Rongrong looks at Ye Zhiqiu with some worries, and continues: "Zhiqiu says that he can only open the first five doors without injury, but he seems to have opened six doors just now..."

the little dance looks at Ning Rong Rong looked worried and took her arm to comfort her. "Brother Qiu has always been very prudent. He can open six doors, which shows that it should not affect much. Don't worry. "

"Xiaowu is right. I think we should pay more attention to Mr. Zhao. If you get a heavy blow like ah Qiu, you won't be seriously injured." Tang San points to the location of the collapsed wooden house which has not been moved for a long time, and some of them are speechless.

Tang San confessed that if he was given such a heavy blow, he would have to belch on the spot.

Even if Zhao Wuji is a strong soul saint, it is estimated that he will not feel well.

"I asked for it." Zhu Zhuqing rolled his eyes and looked indifferent. On the contrary, she was more interested in Ye Zhiqiu's eight door dunjia.

Does the combat power multiply every time you open a door? Zhu Zhuqing looked thoughtful.

In fact, Tang San is familiar with the name of this secret art. If you change the word "eight gate" to "strange gate", Tang San would suspect that ye Zhiqiu had crossed the same route as himself...

however, Qimen dunjia and bamen dunjia sound similar, but their functions are very different.

Tang San's idea was soon eliminated.

"Miss Zhao, I told you to be careful. Why don't you listen. Don't hide it. You have the prestige of a lost soul and a strong one. " Ye Zhiqiu stares at the collapsed wooden house and says faintly that his voice is not loud, but it just reaches everyone's ears on the field.

Ye Zhiqiu's voice once again attracted the attention of Tang San, who was watching the war. Listen to his meaning, it seems that Zhao Wuji is OK? Tang San and several of them could not help but look at the collapsed wooden house.

There was a quiet moment in the field.

"Bang ~" the collapse of the wooden house, all kinds of wooden piles flying, Zhao Wuji jumped out of the middle, standing in front of Ye Zhiqiu more than ten meters away, looking at Ye Zhiqiu's bad breath: "it's really 80 year old mother collapsed the child, it seems that if you don't play with you seriously, you will go to heaven." This obviously gives himself to find the words under the steps, so that the onlookers Tang San all chuckled.At this time, Zhao Wuji was a little gray faced, but powerful, not like he was seriously injured. In order to prevent Ye Zhiqiu from another sudden attack, his first soul skill was turned on, and the yellow brown big bear gold bell jar of Ming Wang's body had covered his whole body, and the seven soul rings around his feet were moving slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, before you speak, you'd better wipe the sour water around your mouth, which will affect your image." Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile.

"Well?" Zhao Wuji is stupefied. I seem to have wiped it just now! anything else?

Zhao Wuji quickly raised his hand to wipe his mouth. However, he did not feel any wet.

"Cunning little boy." Zhao Wuji secretly scolded and cheated.

Sure enough, when he raised his eyes again, ye Zhiqiu had already bullied him like a gust of wind. He also gave a blow without any fancy, and hit Zhao Wuji directly on the gold mask formed by Zhao Wuji's first soul skill.

"Dong ~"

sounds like the ancient bell of a temple struck by a wooden stake.

The seemingly invincible gold cover "click" to reveal several cracks.

Zhao Wuji's face changed, only felt a huge thrust from the chest, let him back several steps.

"Dong Dong Dong"

almost in an instant.

The green light twinkles around Zhao Wuji. Every time he stops, he will be accompanied by a "Dong" sound. Then, it will turn into green light to find a new attack site and shuttle around Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was not good at speed. At this time, he could not even touch Ye Zhiqiu's figure, so he could only be beaten passively.

At the extreme speed and the power of terror, even if Zhao Wuji, who was unable to move the Ming King's body at this time, had no way to take ye Zhiqiu.

In almost a blink of an eye, ye Zhiqiu's green light bombarded Zhao Wuji countless times. If Zhao Wuji did not exert all his soul power to maintain the first soul skill, the gold mask of the Ming king would have been broken. Even so, the gold mask was full of dense cracks at this time, and it would be broken in the next second when Buddha was released.

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