This really surprised Muto. He didn't expect that the other party was so fast, even faster than his strength and speed after transformation. This was simply a bit of a bully? He thought like this in his heart, but the opponent's attack had already come.

Yes, you have to stop blocking it.

Just when Muto thought one of his hands was about to hit the ground, he didn't expect that what he touched was a soft thing. When he used all his energy to resist this thing, the defense on his palm turned out to be the opponent's.

With a fist, I heard the other party say in Muto's ear: "Yes, the speed is quite sensitive. I thought that I could knock you down with one hand without showing your true strength, but you can actually block it. It seems that it is

I underestimated you and was able to block this blow, so can you try this kick again?"

After Fang finished speaking, he kicked Muto in the lower abdomen. This kick was so powerful that he directly kicked Muto away.

Muto, who was kicked out, has no intention to reflect on anything else. He is just thinking about how to turn defeat into victory. His father's usual training for him has no effect at all. At this moment, he is facing a powerful enemy.

He could only rely on his own judgment and the basic military force he had taken down since childhood to deal with this competition.

But he didn't work hard enough. He really felt a little regretful at this time. He still didn't put in the usual hard work. Otherwise, how could he be in such a situation at this moment?

Wu Teng, who was thinking about a good way to break the situation, did not notice that the fighting spirit had come to him again. At this moment, after the fists and kicks had appeared, the opponent had two fingers against Wu Teng.

After seeing this, Muto felt relieved. Could two fingers be more powerful than a fist? He just didn't believe in this evil. If you use scissors, I will use cloth, I will definitely be able to wrap you up.

Just as he was thinking this, he would really rush forward and stare at the spot between the opponent's two fingers. It seemed that he wanted to burst the scissors desperately.

But the other party really cut off Muto's hand with two scissors and fractured it. The palm suddenly turned into a 90-degree shape. This shape is impossible for ordinary people to achieve. But at this moment, Muto watched helplessly as his palm turned into a 90-degree shape.

Seeing this strange shape, he could no longer feel the control of it with his right hand, that is,

Said his hand was useless.

Regarding the hope for the future, he no longer dares to have the slightest thought. He already deeply knows the huge strength comparison between himself and the fighting spirit. Yagen has no chance of victory. If this is the case, then Muto has only one thought at the moment.

Capture him without hesitation.

When Muto became disheartened and hugged his injured arm without moving, the fighting spirit looked into his eyes. From indifference to indifference, he no longer regarded him as a person. He raised the gun he carried with him high.

War Blade, wanting to split Muto in half with one strike.

When the sword was almost close to the top of his head, Muto suddenly raised his head. There was no sign of grayness in his eyes, which was clearly the blazing fire in the silence.

This fire shocked the fighting spirit. He didn't expect that the other party would actually hide. Were the previous frustrations just acting? When he was just thinking about it, the sword had already struck in front of Muto, and Muto actually

Without taking any chances, he firmly blocked the opponent's attack with the help of a filament that was as thick as a thread that suddenly appeared in his hand.

Blocking Muto, he said: "Moths evolved from silkworms. Silkworms themselves can spin silk. Moths inherit this ability. Although living moths can only spin one kind of silk in their lives, this kind of silk is tough and unbreakable.

I can't stop cutting them, but there is nothing more effective than blocking your attack."

As soon as he said this, he immediately flew out the silk in his hand, and the sword of the fighting spirit flew with it. After flying with one blow, the silk returned to his hand spiritually, and then he raised his hand again.

He threw it high and towards the fighting spirit.

This time he made no mistake and threw it firmly into the body of the fighting spirit. Muto said: "Explosion."

The fighting spirit's body instantly fell into pieces. Of course, since this was a soul body, there were no physical remains torn apart, but only soul fragments flying out.

This really surprised Muto. He really didn't expect that his ability could actually blow up his soul. What is this? A mental attack!

He secretly made up his mind, but in fact it doesn't seem to count. Oh, who cares? As long as it can be used.

He also found out that another function of his own life thread can hurt the soul, which was very useful to him. He was worried that he had no weapons under his hands to use it. With this thread, it would no longer be afraid of the opponent.

When he thought of this, he looked at the torn-up fighting spirit and said to him: "Are you still fighting? It seems like you are not far from death. If you insist, I can give you a free ride."

What he meant by saying this was actually to persuade the fighting spirit not to fight anymore, but who knew that after hearing this, the fighting spirit burst into laughter and said: "It doesn't matter, these were originally meant for you, so I scattered all these rewards."

, you can collect it yourself after that, I can’t help you."

Help others? You can see that he is smiling. This sentence made Muto a little confused. He was stunned for a long time before asking him: "What do you mean by this?"

The fighting spirit explained: "Those souls were originally meant for you. Now that you have scattered them, you will be the one to collect them later."

When Wu Teng heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he was talking about. Instead, he heard the fighting spirit ask him again: "Have you practiced the Soul Blade?"

"Yes, I practice this." Muto nodded stupidly and admitted what he had done.

"That's right. You foolishly came to this kind of city to look for evil spirits, but you don't know that there is a soul in front of you that is more powerful than evil spirits. I don't know if you can eat it."

Muto seemed to understand this sentence, and then asked with a little uncertainty: "Is it you? Is it correct to say that it is your kind?"

The fighting soul nodded and said: "Yes, it's us. Our souls are even more powerful than those evil spirits. As long as you can eat what we digest, or we can help you, we will naturally be of great help."

A lot, the key depends on whether you can bear our trust."

"Entrust, are you entrusting me with something?"

"Yes, entrust us with our thoughts, our thoughts and even our hatred. Only if you can withstand these can you digest us and benefit from us in the end. How about it? Think about it, I don't have much time now.
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