Chapter Forty-Six: Turning the Tables?

Grin?

Tang San's heart sank, and he became vigilant.

"Hehe, the little brother is very powerful~"

Meng still chuckled, and the purple soul mark on his shoulder emitted a strange light.

The second soul ring, which had always been calm and rhythmic around his body, finally lit up.

Meng still moved, his body unexpectedly "swam", as if he had no bones, he easily broke free from the shackles of the blue silver grass, and even walked comfortably in the surging grass, not caring about Tang San's control at all.

Is she immune to toxicity?

Tang Tang frowned, and found that the situation was not simple.

Meng Zhen's language and anti-human bending movements completely attracted everyone's attention, and no one noticed that the straight snake staff in her hand had disappeared at some point.

A dark purple poisonous snake swam swiftly along the surging Blue Silver Grass, and soon approached where Tang San was standing.

The first soul skill, the tongue blade!

The viper man stood up, and the sharp snake letter in the bloody mouth quickly stabbed towards Tang San.

Oops, it's too close to hide!

"Shapeshift!" Tang Tang spoke out in time.

This is the displacement she has recently found for her weaknesses and the needs of her team.

The shadow under her feet fluctuated like water, and an illusory light and shadow stood upright in the middle of the shadow, and after a second, this light and shadow condensed into Tang San's appearance.

And in front of the tongue blade, Tang San's body "melted" into the shadow and disappeared.

"Bang! Click! ”

Tang San disappeared, but the blade of his tongue couldn't hold back the attack, and stabbed sharply at the hundred-year-old tree behind Tang San, leaving a deep mark on the hard trunk.

"Zizi~" is the sound of a tree trunk being corroded.

As soon as Tang San was out of danger, he saw that the scars on the trunk behind him were vicious purple-black, and the surface layer touched by the tongue blade was rapidly decaying and falling.

It turns out that she also uses poison!

Tang San's heart suddenly understood.

It is also the limitation of his thinking, most snake martial souls are naturally poisonous with this secondary attribute, no wonder she is not afraid of her paralyzing toxin!

Zhao Wuji's face showed dissatisfaction, and he scolded loudly: "Tang San! Don't be presumptuous in front of your seniors! When he turned his head, he squeezed his eyebrows and whispered, "Hurry up!" Late will change! ”

I don't know if Long Gong is on the way here, the ownership of this soul beast must be finalized as soon as possible!

Tang San nodded slightly, attacked again, and fought with Meng still in one place.

After revealing the snake body soul technique, Meng was still no longer clumsy, the snake body and the tongue blade cooperated, and the flexible wandering and vicious counterattack were matched, and the effect of one plus one was greater than two, faintly suppressing Tang San's head.

Knowing that the two of them might not be able to fight like this, Tang San's heart was crossed, one hand accurately grasped the tongue blade when the tongue blade stabbed, and the other hand followed the force of the tongue blade to retract and pinched the seven inches of the snake staff.

The snake staff also has a snake side, even if it is not a real snake, but seven inches is definitely the biggest weakness!

"Humph! Idiot! Meng still sneered, "My tongue is poisonous!" ”

Tang San smiled slightly, not arguing, his hand holding the snake staff flashed with a jade-like luster.

Xuanyu hand, a hundred poisons are inviolable!

Seeing this scene, Meng still didn't understand anything, this little ghost was obviously not afraid of his own poison!

It's just not afraid, there are always some magical martial soul skills in the world that are not afraid of toxins, what does it mean for him to smile?!

"Arrogant imp!"

One of the two sides held the snake staff at one end and stalemate, Meng still had no other way, and his soul power surged towards Tang San along the snake staff.

Soul fighting?

Tang San raised his eyebrows, and the Xuantian Gong was running endlessly.

Come on!

Recently, I was preparing for the final draft of the paper, and I will defend it tomorrow, so there are few updates...... I'll be diligent after tomorrow! (True)

(End of chapter)