Xiao Wu's waist twisted, and Zao Wou-ki, who had lost his focus, was driven to spin by her body.

With both palms propped up to the ground, followed by a scissor kick and a large backflip, Xiao Wu vowed to smash Zao Wou-Ki into an upside-down onion with this blow, killing him with one blow.

However, the ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, and the picture of Zao Wou-Ki being thrown to the ground did not happen.

With a roar of rage, he shattered all the blue silver grass around him, stepped back on the ground with both feet, and then forcibly stopped and brought back Xiao Wu's backward body with brute force.

A dangerous aura came from behind, Zhao Wouji's face changed, and he shouted, and the powerful King Kong Bear martial soul instantly possessed his body.

His body swelled suddenly, and his height was one meter higher in vain, and a total of seven gorgeous soul rings, two yellow, two purple and three black, rose from under his feet, rhythmically surrounding his body.

Ding Ding –

A dense crisp sound sounded behind him, it was the attack caused by Zhu Zhuqing's ghost cat martial spirit, at this time, Zhu Zhuqing's hands poked out spike-like cat claws, both eyes changed color at the same time, the left eye was dark green, the right eye was orange and blue, the hair was tightly attached to his back, and in the process of moving, a series of afterimages were brought up behind him.

After attacking with one move, Zhu Zhuqing quickly jumped away, as a Keen Attack Department Battle Soul Master, she knew very well what she should do, that is: one blow will not work, and she will be thousands of miles away.

The attack just now failed to do any damage to Zao Wou-Ki, who had released the martial soul possession, but it made his body stagnate for a moment.

It was also taking this opportunity that Xiao Wu's toes tapped on Zao Wou-ki's shoulder, and her soft body flipped down against Zao Wou-Ki's back, and the scorpion braid poked out, wrapping around Zao Wou-ki's left ankle.

The first soul ring glowed, and the soul skill waist bow had already been activated.

Waist bow, Xiao Wu's first soul skill, with his own waist as a force point to throw the opponent out, if successful, the target can be beaten seven meat and eight elements, at first glance it is useless, the actual effect is remarkable, if it is not a soul master with amazing defensive power, it is bound to be seriously injured.

The waist arch was launched, Xiao Wu raised his head vigorously and tried to flip Zao Wou-Ki over, and his hands cut through Zao Wou-ki's leg bend joints in the shape of a hand knife.

However, her strength was still too much worse than Zao Wou-ki, even if she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to accurately cut the crook of Zao Wou-ki's leg with her hand knife, it would be impossible to hurt and shake Zao Wou-Ki in the slightest.

On the field, Tang San had already fallen to the ground at this time, watching Xiao Wu fall into a stalemate, and he was in a hurry.

An arrow step rushed out, and with a wave of his hand, Zao Wouji's body was instantly covered with thick blue silver grass vines, causing his body to delay for a moment as he was about to exert his strength.

This blue silver grass appeared without warning, as if it had grown from Zhao Wuji's body, it was Tang San's second soul technique, parasitism.

Parasitism, Tang San's second soul technique, the soul ring is taken from a ghost vine that is more than six hundred years old, after use, the spores of the blue silver grass will float in the air, and the spores will attach to the human body, as long as Tang San gives an order, the blue silver grass will grow from the surface of the other party's body, and then tie it up strongly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tang San rushed in front of Zhao Wou-Ki and slammed his fist into Zao Wou-Ki's chest, and Zhu Zhuqing also struck again, appearing behind Zao Wou-Ki, and the two cat's claws stabbed at the root of Zao Wou-ki's ears and throat respectively.

Zao Wou-Ki didn't hide, he laughed, puffed up his chest, and blocked hard.

Tang San punched Zao Wou-Ki in the chest, and the next moment, Zao Wou-Ki's laughter stopped abruptly.

The powerful impact imagined in his mind didn't happen, Tang San's punch that seemed to have enough strength was actually as light as nothing, not only that, but a huge suction force came out of his palm, dragging Zhao Wouji's upper body forward.