But at this moment, Zao Wouji's eyes were full of gold.

The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes was a pair of the golden light in his eyes, she didn't hum out, and fainted directly.

The body fell so limply to the ground, and a trace of blood faintly flowed from the corner of the eye.

Oscar, who was standing on the side, subconsciously rushed over and reached out to catch Xiao Wu, who was about to fall.

The moment the soft body fell into his arms, Oscar only felt that his heartbeat was a little faster.

He subconsciously looked at Xiao Wu's fainting face, and the blood marks in the corners of his eyes were unusually eye-catching, making his heart throb twice for no reason.

Zhu Zhuqing saw that it was only a moment's work, and he fell down two people, and his heart was horrified.

But she didn't retreat in the slightest, seeing that Zhao Wuji was about to head towards Ning Rongrong again, the two soul rings attached to her body lit up at the same time.

"First Soul Skill, Nether Spike!"

The pupils in the two eyes, one blue and one green, suddenly erected, silently accelerated forward, the body instantly took off, and the whole person was wrapped in soul power in the air.

The speed doubled, and the claws stretched forward.

"Second Soul Skill, Nether Hundred Claws!"

Her body jumped up violently as she ran, spinning rapidly, and the cat's claws swung directly at Zao Wou-Ki hundreds of times in a very short period of time with the power of rotation and sharp penetration.

And her standard is a part of Zao Wouji's back, and the power can be imagined.

Zao Wou-Ki stumbled violently, and Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws slammed into his back, like a rapidly spinning sawtooth gear, cutting his back with great speed.

Zao Wou-Ki's face couldn't help but flash with pain.

But then, another roar came out of his mouth.

The cold light instantly bloomed from his eyes, and his fists suddenly clenched.

"The first soul skill, immovable Ming King body!"

The intense golden light exploded almost instantly, and Zhu Zhuqing, who had cast a hundred claws of the Netherworld, was suddenly flicked into the air, and let out a miserable snort in the air, falling far away.

Dai Mubai was extremely fast, and instantly appeared at the location where she fell, and took her in his arms.

only to find that she had fainted.

After a while, in the center of the entire field, only Tang San and Ning Rongrong were left intact.

Tang San was on the side, and after confirming that Tang Jiulu was fine, he stood up.

He slowly walked across from Zao Wou-Ki and stood still.

His expression was grim, and his eyes were full of remorse and anger.

He didn't protect Jiulu well!

Although this is just a test, if Jiulu's identity is really revealed, maybe the people who come to arrest her may not only be Soul Saints, but also Soul Douluo, or even Title Douluo!

His strength is still too low.

Therefore, no matter what, this soul master academy that only needs to spend a small amount of money to obtain the maximum amount of cultivation must be entered.

What's more, this is what Jiulu wants.

Jiulu's wish, as an elder brother, will definitely help her come true!

Seeing Tang San standing alone in front of him, Zhao Wuji chuckled, "Heh! How? Do you want to continue? ”

"The five of you can't beat me, so you're on your own now?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take even one of my attacks! My second soul technique, the Mighty King Kong Palm, is not so easy to catch! ”

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was still calm.

"The time hasn't come yet, naturally I have to continue, I'm not going to beat you, I just need to survive a stick of incense, and we'll win!"

Zao Wou-ki's eyes flashed with admiration, He is not afraid of the strong, has firm beliefs, and is a good seedling.

It's just too stubborn and didn't figure out the difference in strength between the two sides.

"Heh, if you want to win me, you still have to cultivate for ten years!"

Seeing Tang San's determined appearance, Zhao Wuji also knew that he didn't have to bother to speak.

In that case, let's fight, subdue these little guys, and when the time comes, just pretend to admit them to the academy.

He certainly wouldn't refuse the kids just because the stick of incense wasn't burned.

On the contrary, he was pleasantly surprised by the strength of these children.

Each of these children has its own characteristics, and the future is limitless.

Although the child named Tang Jiulu may have some differences in the choice of soul rings, it does not prevent her from having a strong talent.

You must know that she was the first of these children to enter the thirtieth level.

And it's not just thirty-one.

He beat up these children to let them know that in this world, there are people outside of people.

You can't be arrogant because of your talent, Shrek Academy used to have such children, and he didn't want these children to go down the wrong path as well.

However, at this time, Tang San in front of him, his whole body suddenly erupted with even stronger soul power fluctuations.

Zhao Wuji was slightly stunned, he felt that the soul power of this Tang San in front of him was more abundant than before.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, is this a breakthrough?

Tang San raised his head suddenly, and a burst of purple light suddenly flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful!"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback suddenly, and his eyes were also subconsciously golden light, he thought of Xiao Wu's previous confusing attack, could it be that this kid also has such a soul skill?

But soon, Zao Wou-Ki discovered that the purple light in Tang San's eyes did not have such an effect.

And at this moment, Tang San's drooping hands gently stroked the belt around his waist inlaid with twenty jade.

Before Zao Wou-Ki could react, he heard more than a dozen voices breaking through the air.

Whoosh!

Snort!

More than a dozen cold rays of light burst out from the light twist of Tang San's index fingers of both hands.

Unlike Tang Jiulu's previous Flying Leaf Blade, Tang San kept moving his body, his body jumping and dancing in the air.

Fingers bounced at Zao Wou-Ki from all directions.

These dozen cold rays of light shot at Zao Wou-ki's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, lower body, and lower abdomen.

None of the attacks were identical, and all of them were chosen to be critical.

Zao Wouji's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was such an attack again.

Speed is not his forte, so in the face of such attacks, he usually takes a hard-hitting approach.

And judging from the style of cold light, this is much stronger than Tang Jiulu's soft leaves.

At least that's what Zao Wou-Ki saw.

His reaction speed was fast, and he let out a low roar, urging the first soul technique again.

More than a dozen explosions sounded almost simultaneously, and these cold lights all shot into Zao Wou-Ki's body.

But under the strong golden light, all of them were bounced back, and no harm was done to him.

Tang San jumped away expressionlessly, his palm flipped, and more than a dozen cold rays burst out.

He had expected to be blocked, but he wanted more than that.

(End of chapter)