Douluo: The villain system slaps Ning Rongrong in the face at the beginning

Chapter 22: The old man with the magic sword, a level 39 nail-biter!
Xiao Wu stood on the ring in a pretty way, while a big man stood opposite her.

At the beginning of the battle, Xiao Wu showed off two soul rings.

The audience below exclaimed.

The first soul skill "Waist Bow" was activated, and the opponent was defeated.

The next ones to take the stage were Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San, who were assigned together.

In the audience seat, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Dai Mubai and smiled:
"Zhu Zhuqing has a good figure!"

Dai Mubai was stunned and said nervously: "You must have fallen in love with her, right?"

Xiao Wu on the side also cast her gaze, feeling something strange in her heart.

What's the matter with this guy?

She just said she was his girlfriend this morning, and now she's attracted to someone else?
What a playboy!

"No, I'm just giving a normal review." Chen Feng said in a serious tone. He turned to look at Xiao Wu and said, "Don't get me wrong?"

Xiao Wu turned her head and snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with me!"

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing more.

This Xiao Wu is indeed pure-hearted, and I'm afraid it won't take long before he can be completely defeated.

Just wait a few days!

Chen Feng seemed confident.

While everyone was chatting and joking, the battle on the field also reached a fever pitch.

Tang San's Bluesilver Grass swept across the entire place, like a cage.

Zhu Zhuqing was unable to escape, being tightly restrained, and her exquisite figure was highlighted.

Ma Hongjun's mouth was wide open and his little eyes almost popped out.

The battle is over, and it’s Chen Feng’s turn next.

Surprisingly, the opponent standing in front of him was a thin old man with white hair!
"Now there's something exciting to watch!" Dai Mubai said with a smirk on his face in the spectator seats:

"I've met this old guy before."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wu immediately asked: "Is it very powerful?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone looked a little surprised and looked over.

The look in Youyou's eyes made Xiao Wu panic.

She quickly explained: "I'm worried about our classmates."

Hearing this, Tang San felt strange, but he didn't think much about it immediately.

At this time, Dai Mubai took a deep breath and sighed:
"That old man's name is Mo Cang, and his soul power is level 39!"

"He is a well-known tough guy here. He likes to torture level [-] soul masters and then win money by betting on them."

Tang San's curiosity was aroused and he said doubtfully:

"Aren't you even an opponent?"

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly and said, "I can only say that after three moves last time, I lost."

However, he was still happy to see Chen Feng being taught a lesson.

"What?" Xiao Wu and others were shocked.

If you put it this way, wouldn't it mean that Chen Feng would probably lose the first battle?
It was such bad luck to meet such a strong opponent right from the start.

The soul masters' soul power levels were assigned by drawing lots. Soul masters above level 30 were all at level [-] or above.

Even if he is as strong as Dai Mubai, he can only maintain a winning rate of over 60.00% in the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

At this moment in the ring, the two introduced each other.

"Chen Feng, a level 33 weapon soul master."

"Mo Cang, level 39 weapon soul master!"

Then the host gave an order and the battle began.

"Little guy, if you meet me, give in as soon as possible!" Mo Cang was not in a hurry to take action, but joked with a smile.

Chen Feng blinked and said with a smile, "Really? Since I became a soul master, I have never been defeated."

Mo Cang's eyes were sharp: "Haha, I like arrogant juniors. Don't cry after being defeated by my old man!"

After the words fell, he shouted loudly, stretched out his right hand, and a long knife as black as ink slowly emerged.

Fierce cheers erupted from the surrounding auditoriums!
"Come on! Old Man Mo, kill him in seconds!"

"I bet a hundred gold soul coins, hoping to make a huge profit!"

"Hahaha, I can't wait. This bad old man Mo Cang has won more than 20 games in a row!"

"..."

Mo Cang is extremely famous in the Soto City Great Soul Fighting Arena.

With a level 39 soul power, it is difficult to defeat anyone at this stage of the battle!
However, he is really shameless!
Ordinary soul masters maintain their own identity and cannot do such shameless things.At this moment, the battle has begun.

Three soul rings rose under Mo Cang's feet, two yellow and one purple!
From the beginning, the gorgeous thousand-year soul skill was activated!

"Sweep through thousands of miles!"

Mo Cang suddenly swung his sword, and a majestic soul power roared up.

Then the long black knife swelled in the wind and turned into a black magic knife that was more than ten meters long!

The next second, the black magic knife rolled forward carrying the courage of ten thousand people.

Naturally, Chen Feng was not to be outdone, summoned his martial soul, and his first soul skill lit up.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Hundreds of snow-white Tiandao swords galloped away.

boom!
The violent fluctuations in soul power were deafening.

Mo Cang's face was filled with a confident smile, and he seemed to have a winning chance.

With this move alone, no soul master below level 35 can catch it!

The gap in soul power is ultimately insurmountable!
But this time, he was dumbfounded!
Two forces, one black and one white, collide.

Although the white soul power released by Chen Feng is slightly inferior, for some reason, the sword energy released is unparalleled!
The black magic knife was gradually disintegrated, and finally collapsed and was destroyed.

"What level of martial spirit is this!"

Mo Cang's eyes were horrified and unbelievable. It was the first time he encountered such a situation.

What made him even more horrified was that the third soul ring at the opponent's feet was actually a black ten-thousand-year soul ring? !
What a joke!

In his entire life, he has never seen a third soul ring that lasts for ten thousand years!
The voices of the audience gradually stopped.

They stared straight at the ring, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Is there any mistake! Mo Cang's third soul skill is so weak?"

"No, that guy in white is too strong!"

"Is that a ten-thousand-year soul ring? This... are you sure it's not my eyesight?"

"Ten thousand year soul ring! Poof!"

"..."

Many spectators almost spewed blood on the spot after seeing it.

Where did this little monster come from!

Even if the martial spirit is special, there is still a ten-thousand-year soul ring?
Dai Mubai and others also looked strange.

Ma Hongjun seemed to have thought of something and said tremblingly:

"Brother Feng, he...is he a real monster?"

Xiao Wu let out a breath and temporarily let go of her worries.

"Chen Feng is quite powerful!"

Outside the stadium, there was endless noise and excitement.

Chen Feng stood calmly and had long been used to it.

Then, he looked straight ahead and said lightly:

"Your soul power is quite strong, but it's a pity that the quality of your martial soul is average."

Hearing this comment, Mo Cang's eyes became angry and he yelled:

"No! I don't believe it!"

He absolutely cannot lose!

You know, this time a full bet of five thousand gold soul coins was made!

If he loses, then... he may vomit three liters of blood on the spot!

Mo Cang walked forward quickly with his sword in hand.

In the blink of an eye, we were ten steps away from Chen Feng.

"Sweep through thousands of miles!"

The huge dark magic sword appeared again.

At such a close range, the power is even more terrifying!
"It's time to end."

Chen Feng let out a sigh and slowly shook his head.

Under the attention of everyone in the audience, the black ten thousand year soul ring lit up.

"One Sword Immortal kneels!"

(End of this chapter)