No matter what kind of opponent he faced, Tang San always started with the blue and silver entanglement to test them first.
Tang San was very familiar with his enemy, Ma Hongjun, and he often paid attention to the changes in Ma Hongjun's combat power.
In fact, Tang San didn't need to release the blue and silver entanglement, but he did it to confuse Ma Hongjun.
The real killer move was yet to come.
"Oh my god, the Thousand Hands Shura player has released his first soul skill: Blue Silver Coil. This is a powerful century-old soul skill!"
"How will the Evil Fire Phoenix player deal with it?"
"The first soul skill, the Evil Fire Phoenix player has also released his first soul skill!"
"The Thousand Hands Shura player's face turned dark. It was so dark! He didn't expect that his soul skill would be broken so easily by his opponent!"
Focalors explained very seriously. Even if the player's expression changed, she didn't let it go.
She just told the other person's inner thoughts directly.
Doing this was too shocking, but it wasn't that she couldn't do it.
"Evil Fire Phoenix had a sneer on his lips, as if he was mocking the Thousand Hands Shura player. This blow gave the Evil Fire Phoenix player an absolute advantage!"
To avoid interfering with the normal fighting spirit of the players, a sound isolation formation was activated instantly on each stage at the beginning of the competition.
In other words, no matter what was said outside the ring at this time, it would not be heard above the ring.
Of course, if someone was strong enough to a certain extent, they could also transmit messages to the players who were competing.
"Yeah, the Thousand Hands Shura player looks so stupid! Hahaha..."
"The first soul skill was broken instantly. It would be strange if he could still maintain his normal mind!"
Was it really because of this that Tang San was so embarrassed?
Not really!
He had long expected that his first soul skill would be broken by Ma Hongjun.
This was the illusion Tang San gave Ma Hongjun!
If you want to make someone perish, you must first make them crazy.
"Ma Hongjun, today, I, Tang San, will definitely make you pay with your blood!"
"As long as you give me, Tang San, a chance, you will suffer as much as I did!"
Tang San said in his heart with scarlet eyes and a sneer on his lips.
"It is impossible to defeat Ma Hongjun by using the Blue Silver Grass Spirit normally. This is the reason why he dares to take the stage."
"But, I, Tang San, am not an ordinary spirit master!"
"The second soul skill: Parasitism!"
Previously, Tang San still used blue-silver entanglement even though he knew that it could not gain an advantage.
The purpose of his doing this was just to add more seeds of Blue Silver Grass to the arena.
"The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates."
This was the advantage of Blue Silver Grass, and at the same time, it was also the advantage of Tang San.
After Tang San activated his parasitism, Blue Silver Grass did not wrap around Ma Hongjun, but appeared in the center of the two of them.
These new blue-silver grasses blocked the sight of Tang San and Ma Hongjun.
"???"
Ma Hongjun was stunned. This scene seemed familiar.
It was just that the flames blocked the sight of the two people at that time, but this time it was Blue Silver Grass.
He was not stupid. There must be something wrong when things were too easy!
He always felt that if he went to burn these blue-silver grasses, Tang San would definitely attack him by surprise.
Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun retreated instead of advancing, putting some distance between himself and Tang San.
On the other side of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San smiled evilly. At this time, he had some iron pieces in his hand.
They were not hidden weapons, just iron.
However, if they were released through Tang Sect's techniques, their power could not be underestimated.
"???"
After a while, the smile on Tang San's face gradually faded, and he paused slightly while holding the iron pieces.
It shouldn't be.
Why didn't Ma Hongjun burn these blue-silver grasses?
He had deliberately covered the middle area of the arena with blue-silver grass to block the sight of both parties.
If Ma Hongjun wanted to destroy these blue-silver grasses, he had to use soul skills to do so.
Tang San was waiting, waiting for the moment when Ma Hongjun burned the blue-silver grass.
With his purple demon eyes, he could see Ma Hongjun's position clearly at that moment, and then deliver a "fatal blow"!
This was what Tang San had planned before.
But at this time, Ma Hongjun didn't play according to the script, which made Tang San a little annoyed.
Neuvillette stood on the edge of the ring and watched silently. Neither party had violated the rules.
In the soul fighting arena, soul masters were not prohibited from using "weapons".
It was just that there were very few soul masters who could use weapons other than their own martial souls.
Only in some formal competitions would there be clear regulations that weapons other than martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones could not be used.
Some of the soul skills associated with soul rings could also be used as weapons.
For example: Angel Holy Sword.
Blue Silver Overlord Spear, etc.
Villette looked at Ma Hongjun, who was standing on the edge of the ring, and then at Tang San, who was a little dull.
There was only a wall of blue-silver grass between them.
The wall in their hearts had long been turned into a skyscraper.
"The two contestants, Thousand Hands Shura and Evil Fire Phoenix, are still testing, they are still testing!!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, who of the two contestants will be the final winner?"
"Cheer for their code names. Let's go!"
"..."
The corners of Villette's mouth twitched. This sound-isolating formation could indeed prevent the players from hearing outside sounds, but it was hard for him not to hear them.
Who made him too powerful?
"How should I put it? Although these two players are soul masters, they look really weak!"
"Yeah, I don't want to support either of them."
"They've been testing for two minutes, and they're still here. Testing, they are all old boys, why are they in the ring!"
"Brother, what you said makes sense!"
"Look at Lord Villette, he is frowning!"
"Yes, Lord Villette is still in the ring!"
"Neuvillette!"
"Neuvillette!"
Fortunately, Tang San and Ma Hongjun couldn't hear the outside world, so they both thought the audience was supporting them!
Whether it was Evil Fire Phoenix or Thousand Hands Shura, they all had four words.
They could only see the audience's "support" for them.
"Neuvillette!"
"Neuvillette!"
"Focalors!"
"???"
"I am Focalors dog!"
Ma Hongjun and Tang San had no time to respond to the audience's "support" at this time. They paid full attention to the wind and grass.
"Sure enough, there is a trap. Tang San might be waiting for me to burn these blue-silver grasses!"
Ma Hongjun's expression was not very good. Tang San had a lot of trump cards, unlike a normal spirit master like him.
He didn't know what Tang San on the other side had prepared. He rashly broke through the "obstacle", maybe there was something waiting for him.
Tang San was also feeling numb.
It had been two full minutes, and Ma Hongjun still hadn't moved!
After thinking for a moment, Tang San began to control a small part of the blue-silver grass, moving very gently, for fear that Ma Hongjun would notice.
He had to control Ma Hongjun's sight, so he could strike at the right moment, giving Ma Hongjun no chance to surrender…
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