Wang Feng waved his sleeves as he saw the countless moonblades coming towards him!
Countless black lights flashed and attacked the dozens of spinning moonblades!
The Mysterious Underworld Spike wasn't inferior in terms of quantity!
Furthermore, his opponent's soul skill had a very fatal flaw.
Only two of the crescent blades were real, while the rest were illusions formed from soul power. Even though they were enhanced by a few soul skills and possessed offensive capabilities, they were still a type of energy body.
The Mysterious Underworld Spike specialized in breaking this type of energy!
The black lights clashed with the countless moonblades.
Instantly, a dazzling light exploded in the air, and the countless moonblades were penetrated by the black lights!
Ping ping ding ding …
The sharp sound was like an irregular melody.
After only a few seconds, all the blood-colored moonblades were destroyed, and only two real moonblades were left, dancing and spinning in the air.
Evilmoon was stunned when he saw this scene.
He didn't expect his four-skill combo to be so easily broken by his opponent!
How was he going to continue this fight?
Naturally, he could also see those black lights clearly. They were short thorns, densely packed together and uncountable.
No wonder his soul bone could change into various forms!
However, such a large number of short thorns required soul power to control. Did he have enough soul power?
A Rank 45 soul master only needed a trace of soul power to control so many short thorns. Evilmoon might not even be able to do it if he was at Rank 56!
Evilmoon broke out in cold sweat. He wasn't stupid, and could naturally analyze these problems.
How could a rank 45 soul master's soul power be more durable than a rank 56 soul master's?
However, his soul power rank must have been tested, and it couldn't be fake. This meant that his opponent's soul power was strange!
No wonder he was so strong.
"Do you still have any soul skills?"
Wang Feng's hoarse voice was like a song from hell, and it made Evilmoon shiver.
Evilmoon took a deep breath and withdrew his two moonblades.
Immediately after, he gently pierced the tip of the crescent blade into his chest, although it was very light.
Although it was very light, it still pierced his skin. Blood gushed out from the tip and flowed into the entire moonblade. In just a moment.
This silver-white moonblade had truly become a blood-colored blade!
Pitch-black soul rings suddenly lit up from his body.
Evil Moon's eyes glowed with a bloody light, and his whole body was surrounded by a visible purple-red aura.
"Soul Skill: Mad Devil Evilmoon!"
Evil Moon muttered the name of the soul skill, which was full of a childish aura, and his face became evil.
Wang Feng frowned slightly.
At this time, Evil Moon's aura soared in an instant. His overall strength had at least doubled.
"Hahaha!"
Evil Moon's figure flashed and attacked Wang Feng at an extremely fast speed. He even laughed evilly.
Seeing this, Wang Feng was a little surprised. Evilmoon was only a tool soul master, but his speed was comparable to a Rank 60 agility-type soul master.
There was also a series of evil smiles on his face, which was incomparably demonic.
Then, Evil Moon attacked Wang Feng.
His attack speed was extremely fast, one move after another, interspersed with a few other soul skills from time to time.
Clearly, he had entered a special state of attack.
It was similar to the Emptiness Realm, but in comparison, it was many times worse.
But it had to be said that Evil Moon's combat strength was extremely strong at this time.
Evidently, this ten thousand year soul skill wasn't simple at all.
As they fought, Wang Feng defended and Evil Moon attacked.
But Wang Feng slowly perceived the effect of Evil Moon's soul skill:
Mad Devil Evilmoon: As the name suggests, enter a state of madness. Speed, strength, and reaction are greatly improved.
Although the soul skill couldn't be used at will, several soul skills could be interspersed in the attack, which was impossible to guard against.
Even a Rank 60 soul master would find it difficult to withstand this kind of reaction attack from the opponent.
At this time, Evil Moon was already comparable to Wang Feng's first-grade strength. Only his strength was slightly inferior. He was a little stronger than Zhan Xiaotian who had been enhanced to the limit before, but the opponent's soul power was draining very quickly.
This was a strong explosive soul skill. It didn't last long, but it was really strong.
With his first-grade strength, it was no exaggeration to say that among the seven people, Tang San was the only one who could withstand it with the Tang Sect's martial arts.
"These three people are each stronger than the other … Little San and the others, it seems … to depend on this Hu Liena."
Wang Feng estimated in his heart while leisurely dodging Evil Moon's attacks.
Suddenly, he found that it seemed that … Tang San and the others were really in danger.
At this time, seeing that Nine Openings was defending, many soul masters of the Martial Spirit Hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially on the Martial Spirit Hall Academy's side.
"Brother's fifth soul skill has a super explosive power … Even a Rank 60 Soul Emperor would find it difficult to resist."
Hu Liena was a little excited, "I didn't expect that Nine Openings could be dodged to this extent … It seems that we have a chance to win."
The reason why Yan and Evil Moon were so desperate was that, first, Shrek was not present and couldn't see. Second, as long as they won, they could rest and prepare for tomorrow's final. At that time, they would be the winners. Third, as members of the Golden Generation, they naturally didn't want to lose.
However …
Bang!
As Wang Feng thought about it, he suddenly loosened his grip and threw a punch at Evil Moon at full speed.
The speed of this punch was suddenly several times faster. With Evil Moon's current state, he couldn't react at all.
It directly caused Evil Moon to be sent flying with one punch, and then he fell on the Martial Spirit Hall Academy's side, at Hu Liena's feet.
"…" Hu Liena.
Sorry, I accidentally used Second Gear, Wang Fengxin thought to himself.
Since Evil Moon's eruption, Wang Feng had been thinking about whether Tang San and the others could beat the Martial Spirit Hall Academy's team.
In a moment of carelessness, he hid his Xuanming Armor and directly used Second Gear …
In an instant.
There was another period of silence.
Everyone present was stunned. Wasn't Evil Moon finally evenly matched with Jiu Yikai?
Why was he suddenly defeated?
"Nine Openings was still hiding his strength …"
The Sword Douluo was a little speechless, "Fengzhi, there's really something wrong with Nine Openings.
There's a big problem … "
Ning Fengzhi was also silent.
Wang Feng had used a similar attack method against Tang San in the previous rank-advancement competition. He suddenly hid his Xuanming Armor and entered Second Gear, causing the speed of his punch to increase tremendously!
It was like a rocket entering the second stage of acceleration.
It was impossible to guard against!
It was also very strange and extremely difficult to detect!
Only a Titled Douluo like the Sword Douluo could detect the clues in an instant.
If it were other people, they might not be able to detect it because it was too fast.
At most, it would take a few tenths of a second to react.
Mysterious Soul Bone, sudden increase in strength, 10,000-year Soul Ring, strange Spear Martial Soul. What else did he have?
What else was he hiding?
Ning Fengzhi asked silently in his heart.
Evil Moon lost.
He lost completely.
After attacking a large circle, Nine Openings didn't lose a single hair. Instead, he was sent flying by a punch.
(End of this chapter)