"The fourth soul skill! Positioning tracking!"

The fourth soul ring on Zhao Wuji flew out and headed straight for Lu Yuan.

As long as he is trapped by this soul ring, within a hundred meters, he can use the power of jumping to instantly close the distance.

In other words, when the time comes, it will no longer be him, the Soul Saint, who will be beaten passively, but this little monster will have to face the close attack and kill of an attack-type beast, the Soul Saint!

However, Zhao Wuji did not place all his hopes on the fourth soul skill.

"The fifth soul skill! Gravity squeeze!"

Zhao Wuji stretched out his bloody palm and shook it hard.

Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly, and his body was pulled forward uncontrollably. He stepped hard on the ground with both feet, trying to stop him from moving forward.

But this is of no use.

On the ground, two shallow furrows had been plowed.

It's not that the space barrier doesn't work.

Rather, the effect of this soul skill itself is to pull the opponent in front of you through gravity squeezing.

In other words, it belongs to the auxiliary category and does not have a particularly strong intuitive killing ability.

Therefore, even if the space barrier around Lu Yuan is not broken, it will still be pushed forward under the squeeze of gravity...

Frankly speaking, Zhao Wuji's tactical arrangements were very good.

Even Lu Yuan had to admit this.

First use the fourth soul skill, and then use the fifth soul skill to restrict his movement to ensure that the fourth soul skill successfully traps him, then jump to his side and activate the third soul skill gravity enhancement to fight him in close combat.

First, it limits his ability to use highly lethal soul skills.

Secondly, the characteristics of being good at melee combat will be brought into full play.

"The idea is good and the performance is also very good..."

but...

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

Lu Yuan sneered, raised his hand in a circle, and an invisible cylindrical space barrier formed, trapping the flying soul rings in mid-air.

Soul rings are incorporeal.

But soul skills are tangible!

Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill is, at best, just a trick with a soul ring on it!

The essence is still soul skills!

Then...

"Kamiwei!"

While the space barrier around his body was dispersed, Lu Yuan's figure blurred briefly.

then...

Stand firmly in place!

Directly ignoring Zhao Wuji's fifth soul skill!

The dazzling silver light turned into a fist sword, which was held in Lu Yuan's hand as if it were real.

The soul power in his body seemed to be boiling.

Rushing...

Roaring...

"Use your strength to prove to the world!"

As if he heard something, Lu Yuan followed his instinct and raised his sword.

A dazzling silver light burst out from his eyes.

Step by step...

Take your time...

Holding the sword and walking towards Zhao Wuji!

Zhao Wuji looked solemn, obviously seeing clearly that Lu Yuan was out of his control.

The question is what is this heart palpitating feeling like?

Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

"Martial spirit's true form!"

Along with this roar, the bear hair on Zhao Wuji's body grew wildly, and his body became visibly larger with the dull sound of his heartbeat.

Roar!!!

A huge bear-like spirit beast more than five meters high appeared.

The brown hair has turned into brilliant gold and is swaying in the wind.

Powerful soul power fluctuations spread, and even in the second level assessment venue which was far away from here, the students who were taking the assessment felt their bodies sink.

Tang San, who was conducting the assessment, looked solemn.

A trace of desire and envy flashed in his eyes.

Such a long distance still made him feel a weight sinking in his body...

How powerful a soul master can be with this kind of strength?

But he believes that one day, he will also have this powerful strength!

This is not pride.

But because he was born in the Tang Sect!

Tang San has always believed in this.

"Um?!"

In the dean's office, an uncontrollable voice of surprise rang out.

"This seems to be the true form of Lao Zhao's martial spirit..."

Flanders threw down the book he had just turned a few pages in, walked to the window, opened it, and said to himself:

"Is there an accident?"

Before he finished speaking, Flanders' figure had disappeared into the dean's office.

The assessment venue for the fourth level.

Ma Hongjun, who was hiding far away, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then slapped himself hard.

Um!

pain!

That’s right.

At this moment, the potential of his fat body was fully stimulated. Ma Hongjun ran directly towards Lu Yuan. When he was approaching Lu Yuan, a flexible sliding shovel stopped in front of Lu Yuan.

"Boss!!!"

“Awesome!!!”

The screams were so shrill that Lu Yuan almost lost his grip on the space blade in his hand.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Wuji raised his head and glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun, who was kneeling on the ground.

If this little fat guy is allowed to scream here again, it won't be a matter of whether his neck is broken or not...

What if the monster in front of me trembles in fear...
Chapter completed!