Douluo: Full-level sword spirit, exposed by Hu Liena

Lu Leng himself had one less soul ability than Jin Zhengyang, and now he has one less.

On the court, Lu Leng's expression was calm, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.Holding the knife, he slashed towards Jin Zhengyang vigorously.

The blade was submerged in the golden light, and Lu Leng immediately felt a muddy resistance, weakening his strength.

Energy can be absorbed, but pure physical attacks cannot absorb it. Although it is blocked by a force, as long as one's own strength is strong enough, it can also cause damage to him.

Lu Leng instantly understood the function of this golden mask.

What about strength?

What I lack is not strength.

An electric arc flickered in his hand, and Lu Leng's mouth twisted into a wild laugh, and then he rushed towards Jin Zhengyang.

Hand-to-hand combat is his favorite fight!

Be it male or female!

Ding!

When the knife and fist collided, Jin Zhengyang relied on the increase of his violent bloodline and his powerful soul power to firmly block Lu Leng's attack.But due to Zhan Luo's special attributes, a wound was still left on his body.

It's just that this wound, the damage it caused to him is irrelevant, and it quickly recovered under the effect of the golden light.

"See if it's you recovering faster, or my knife is faster!" Lu Leng was ruthless, and kept swinging the knife in his hand, relying on his own speed, leaving knife wounds on his body one after another.

Jin Zhengyang's berserk bloodline was turned on, and his body functions tripled, but he still couldn't keep up with Lu Leng's speed.

After all, Lu Leng's current speed is comparable to that of Contra, and this is still the case without Thunder Wings.

Therefore, facing Lu Leng's attack, he could only resist with his rough skin and strong healing ability.

In this way, it becomes a tug of war.

"If this continues, Lu Leng's soul power will not keep up, and he will lose." Hu Liena said.

Her analysis was correct, this battle has turned into this, it has completely become a competition of soul power.If there is no change in the middle, then there is no doubt that the owner of this victory is Kim Jong-yang.

"Don't worry, the final result hasn't come yet, everything is uncertain." Mimis said, but she was also a little worried.

After all, compared to his soul power, Lu Leng was [-] levels behind Jin Zhengyang! !

"Qian donkey's skills are poor, this match is undoubtedly over." At this time, Zi Qingyang showed a triumphant smile.

Hu Liena snorted coldly and ignored him.

In the arena, with the passage of time, Lu Leng's soul power has been consumed by more than half, but his attack speed remains unabated.

"Boy, I can't hold on any longer." Jin Zhengyang let out a smug laugh.

persist in?

Lu Leng smiled dismissively.

I never thought about what to hold on to.

After all, I am playing the one-hit-kill style!

It's now! ! !

Lu Leng saw that the golden mask was getting thinner and thinner, like a cicada's wings, and he realized that his chance had come.

His pupils suddenly burst into light, and a thick and solid momentum slashed out from the knife, whimpering through the wind, it seemed heavy, but in fact it was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning.

It is to draw a knife and cut!

After breaking through level [-], the power of drawing swords and slashing has been improved, and with the all-round effects of the grass jelly, now Lu Leng estimates that it has at least two thousand jun strength.

Jin Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, and he obviously felt the power of this knife. He never thought that Lu Leng could burst out with such strength at this time.His eyes widened with anger, and his soul power kept gushing out, "Fifth soul skill, Golden Crocodile Shaking Mountain Fist!"

This punch was similar to Lu Leng's slashing with his sword, both crushing the enemy with overwhelming strength.This soul skill endowed Jin Zhengyang with a strength of [-] jin. At the same time, with the blessing of the berserk bloodline, this punch tripled to a full [-] jin.

He is very confident in his punch, and he will use this punch to face Lu Leng head-on, so as to determine the final victory!

Lu Leng's eyes were indifferent, when he lifted the knife, it was as if he had transformed into a different person, only cold and heartless remained.

Zhan Luo Dao entered the golden mask, and there was still resistance, but due to a large number of treatments for Jin Zhengyang's injuries, the golden mask was consumed a lot. Compared with Lu Leng's [-] average strength, its current resistance is undoubtedly like a mantis' arm, an ant's pity.

boo~

The golden mask shattered.

But then he encountered a huge fist covered with golden scales.

"Break it for me!"

When the two collided, they did not appear to be evenly matched, but were directly crushed by Lu Leng on one side. The momentum was vast and unstoppable, like a mountain torrent breaking an embankment, easily crushing an ant's nest.

"what!"

Jin Zhengyang let out a scream in pain, his fist was easily cut by Lu Leng, and it was directly split in half.

But it didn't end there, a cold voice sounded again.

The wind and the thunder!

A thick, 20-meter-high tornado rose out of nowhere from under Jin Zhengyang's feet, accompanied by thunder snakes, and swept him straight into the air.

It was Lu Leng's third soul skill.

This soul skill is activated based on Lu Leng's soul power, and as long as the soul power is sufficient, it can last forever.But correspondingly, the greater the power of the tornado, the greater the consumption of soul power.

Therefore, this third soul skill is the one that consumes the most of Lu Leng's soul power. With Lu Leng's current soul power, he can only last ten seconds to maintain the full blown wind and thunder!

Only using the third soul skill, if he can't deal with the enemy in ten seconds, he becomes a useless dog.

However, ten seconds is enough.

In barely a second, Jin Zhengyang's body was uncontrollably brought into the tornado rotation, and the violent wind cut his body like a sharp knife. In less than a moment, his body was covered with scars again, his clothes were torn, and flesh and blood flew out.

Wind breath, thunder stop!

Jin Zhengyang's body fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily. His whole body was broken, his body twitched, his thoughts were confused, and he was already unconscious.

Lu Leng raised the saber, stood quietly on the competition stage, and looked down at Jin Zhengyang as if condescending.

All the students off the court were stunned, all conquered by Lu Leng's powerful strength.A second later, amazing cheers erupted.

Enjoying the cheers below, Lu Leng turned around and looked at the students below.At this moment, he suddenly felt refreshed and enlightened, and an indescribable overbearing feeling arose spontaneously.Just like the emperor in the world, who rules the world.

The referee was stunned for a moment, realized something, immediately went to check Jin Zhengyang's injury, called the assistant soul master, and then came to Lu Leng.

"I declare that Lu Leng is victorious!"

As soon as he made the announcement, the students burst into even more violent cheers.

"Lu Leng!"

"Lu Leng!"

"Lu Leng!"

They chanted Lu Leng's name, as if they were Lu Leng themselves!

Lu Leng looked at them proudly, at this moment, he was invincible.

"Oh!"

On the stage, Zi Qingyang smashed the table in front of him with one palm.His face was livid, and his chest heaved continuously, obviously enduring great anger.