Chapter 213: Draw the name of the battle

Even if that thin man cultivates weird!

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The last strange thunderstorm hurt the soul, and that bone clan powerhouse occupied the fearless body of Futu, so he naturally bore the brunt of it, and his body died and his soul was scattered. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When these people came, he had already woken up, just pretending to be unconscious, he didn't want to encounter these people, the powerful human soul allowed him to hide himself in front of these people without much effort, but he didn't expect that the thin man would suddenly make a move.

"Who are you?"

The boy spoke, his voice cold!

If it weren't for that woman, he would have struck at this moment and killed the thin man.

As long as their words don't satisfy the fearless people, what about the First War?

The bearded man standing at the front stepped forward, clasped his fists and bowed, and said apologetically: "We are members of the Violent Tiger War Regiment, I am the captain of this team, He Hu! Here, we are sorry for Sun Daoren's behavior!"

Futu Fearless glanced at He Hu, did not speak, looked away, he looked at the woman on the left wing, smiled slightly, suddenly, Futu Fearless's gaze was like a torch, looking at the bewitching woman, a touch of confusion flashed in his eyes, he felt a trace of familiarity in that woman, but he had never seen this person.

Fu Tu Fearless didn't think much about it, he turned around immediately, the mountain power surged, and his figure disappeared into the distance.

Seeing Futu leave fearlessly, everyone took a deep breath, and their hearts were soothed, his punch was too impactful, a monk who shook the mountain in half a step was injured by a punch, even if Sun Daoren was defenseless, but it should not be underestimated, that person's strength.

The bearded man turned around, stared at the thin man who was bandaging his wounds, and said in a deep voice: "Sun Daoren, I hope you don't do this again next time! Otherwise, you know the result!"

Their Violent Tiger War Clan, when they encounter such a situation in a life and death situation, they will never kill people, and Sun Daoren clearly knows their rules, but he still makes a move.

"Don't take it as an example!" Sun Daoren said in a low voice, who would have thought that the young man would be so powerful and wake up at that time? At this moment, his right arm was severely injured, if he was expelled from the team, it would be really bad, and he couldn't cause trouble now.

"Let's go, it's not far from that place now, forget about today. ”

He Hu spoke, his sharp eyes swept over everyone, especially on the bewitching woman and Sun Daoren, paused for a few breaths, Liang Yue took out the pill, but it made these two people moved.

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Ten miles away, Fu Tu Fearless dug a cave, and then stepped into it, and immediately the mountain burst out, and the entrance of the cave suddenly collapsed, covering the cave.

Fu Tu was fearless and pointed like a sword, one after another pure mountain power broke out of the body, clicked in all directions, and in an instant, a simple breathing formation was formed, which was the creation given by the immortal in the remnant immortal realm, and the low-level formation of the yellow rank on the secret book of the formation path.

Call!

At the moment when the breathing formation was formed, the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, exhaling like thunder, his thick black hair flying, and a violent aura burst out from his body.

Zheng!

A loud sword roar rushed into the sky, and if there was no formation to isolate it, it would inevitably cause others to covet it. Suddenly, a three-inch small sword with only the blade of the sword floated above his head.

If He Hu and the others saw this scene, they would definitely exclaim, the battle spirit was manifested!

Only a monk with a realm soul can forge a war spirit, and the ability of the battle soul is a great help for the monk's cultivation, which can increase his own combat power.

And the casting of the war spirit requires the luck of the mountain realm!

The young man's eyes were closed, and the mountain power in his body roared endlessly, running rapidly. The battle spirit here is blank, without the slightest power.

And there is only one thing that Futu Daring Do has to do now, and that is to draw the name of the battle!

This is also the reason why Futu Fearless let that person go, otherwise even if the woman was kind to her, Futu Fearless would have to kill that person, even if she didn't kill her, she would have to teach her a lesson or two.

Although the strong man of the bone clan was wiped out by the Heavenly Tribulation, the Heavenly Tribulation was born because of the fearlessness of Futu, so it was still counted on the head of the young man, and killing an alien race of the Sixth Realm was enough to make the will of the mountain realm lower his luck and cast the spirit of war.

Drawing battle names requires mountain luck and soul power, all of which are indispensable.

And the so-called drawing of the battle name is to draw your own battle name, the soul power as the pen, and the mountain fortune as the ink, outlining the battle spirit.

Suddenly, a pen evolved on the top of Fu Tu Daring's head, which was constructed with the power of his soul, and on top of the pen, luck gathered into ink.

The soul pen pointed at the three-inch small sword and slashed slowly to the right.

In the stroke of the pen, the soul power in the sea of Futu Fearless consciousness disappeared rapidly, and the first stroke was completed!

That's a horizontal.

The young man's face was solemn, his mind was calm, and in an instant, the second and third strokes were written on the body of the sword, like a brand, perfectly integrated with it, without a single flaw.

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Fu Tu Fearless did not pause, and then continued below, the fourth, the fifth,...... , the ninth!

The moment the ninth stroke was completed, the pen became extremely illusory, and the sea of Futu Fearless Consciousness dried up, and there was no soul power left in it, and it was exhausted.

However, his battle name has not yet been successfully drawn, if he gives up at this moment, he doesn't know when the next time it will be, and he will kill the luck of the alien race in the sixth realm, and Futu Fearless doesn't know how many third realms and fourth realms he will kill...... to gather such luck.

So this time I vow to succeed!

"Phew!"

The young man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and at first glance, a trace of hideousness appeared on his delicate face, and in the next moment, a crisp sound came from the mental realm, and Futu Fearless cut off a part of his soul.

At the same time, a whirlpool appeared over the sea of consciousness, and the soul power like a galaxy fell down, extremely pure.

The Milky Way watered, the sea level gradually rose, and at the same time, the pen constructed with soul power condensed, and Futu fearlessly lifted the pen and walked on the sword body.

The tenth, the eleventh, the twelfth!

Rumble!

At the moment when the twelfth stroke fell, Futu Fearless's mind roared, and the first word of the battle name... It occupies one side of the sword.

Bury!

This is the first word of the name of the fearless battle of Futu, especially remember, three bodies died, one sword, one prison and one Futu, this is the burial.

Fu Tu Fearless's thoughts were scattered, remembering his past and his indifference......

Click!

A crisp sound woke up the boy who had fallen into deep thought, and he saw a crack in the shaft of the pen.

Seeing this scene, Fu Tu fearless's heart throbbed, he actually lost his mind at this time, and almost caused the trip to fail.

Expel all distracting thoughts from your mind, pick up your pen, and continue to write on the other side of the sword.

Very slowly, the pen slowly moved to the right on the body of the sword, and the first stroke was 'horizontal'.

However, the sea water in the sea of consciousness dried up again, and a clicking sound came from within the mental realm, and another Milky Way hung down.

The teenager is indifferent, and the second stroke is done!

It's not enough, this stroke actually exhausted the soul power in the sea of consciousness, and as the number of strokes increased, the soul power required for the next strokes increased exponentially.

Fu Tu Fearless was expressionless, and there was a clicking sound again in the mental realm, one, two, three, four, five!

It took five whole questions to successfully draw the battle name.

The luck was exhausted, and the pen was gone, leaving only a small handleless sword floating in the air.

Zheng!

In the loud sword chanting, there was more aura of slaughter.

The name of the battle is finally accomplished!

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