"White Tiger Possession!"
Dai Mubai reacted almost at the same moment as Li Yue's body swept out.
Under the light of the sword, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, his Adam's apple suddenly rolled upward, and a loud shout exploded from deep in his chest.
"First Soul Skill! White Tiger Protection Barrier!"
Level 37 Soul Power was released without reservation in an instant. The pale Soul Power surged out of his body like a flood that burst a bank, pulling out a white wave in the air.
The Soul Power was thick and violent, with the unique ferocious aura of the tiger Martial Soul, surging and gathering around him.
In an instant, it condensed into a circular barrier, covering him tightly from head to toe.
A faint white light flows on the surface of the barrier, and the light patterns are intertwined like tiger stripes. There is a faint deep echo of the roar of a tiger coming from inside the barrier.
The moment the barrier was formed, the soft sword in Li Yue's hand had already been whipped down like a steel whip.
The sword body stretched into a straight silver line under the infusion of Soul Power, and the cold light flowing on the blade drew a sharp arc in the air, and the air wherever it passed was torn apart, with a sharp whistling.
"Click--"
The crisp sound of the barrier breaking was so clear that it made one's jaw drop.
The sound was not loud, but it rushed into Dai Mubai's ears like thunder.
He watched helplessly as the pale barrier exploded into spider web-like cracks centered on the point where the sword edge landed.
The cracks spread, intersect, and collapse at a speed that cannot be traced by the naked eye!
Not even a breath!
His proud White Tiger Protection Barrier was like a piece of thin ice hit by a hammer, shattering into thousands of pieces with a crash.
The broken pieces of Soul Power reflected pale cold light in the sunlight, making Dai Mubai's face filled with disbelief pale.
The defense Soul Skill that he was proud of was like a bubble in front of that woman, shattering at the first touch.
This is White Tiger Protection Barrier, who can withstand even Soul Ancestor-level attacks, but he didn't even block the opponent's sword.
What is the strength of the other party?
But Li Yue didn't give him time to think.
Her wrist trembled slightly, and the soft sword was as flexible as a living snake in her hand.
After the sword shattered the barrier, the remaining force was still there, so she took advantage of it and flipped it upside down in the air.
The blade of the sword made a crisp buzz in the air, drew an extremely tricky arc, bypassed Dai Mubai's arms that subconsciously raised to block, and struck his right cheek with incomparable precision.
"Pa--"
This sound is crisper than the one I just smoked Ma Hongjun.
Because Dai Mubai's face does not have the layers of fat as a buffer like Ma Hongjun's.
His cheek lines are strong and his bones are sharp and angular, which just makes the collision sound of the sword blade and cheekbones appear particularly clean and neat.
Dai Mubai let out an uncontrollable scream, and his burly body was lifted off the ground by the sword. His whole body was spinning and flying out like a broken top.
He flew across half of the street and hit his back hard on the table of a tea stall not far away.
The wooden table shattered, the teapot and teacup on the table fell with a crash, and the scalding tea poured all over him.
Tea leaves hung on his carefully taken care of blond hair, tea dripped down his proud and handsome face, his clothes were soaked, and he was extremely embarrassed.
He was so hot that his whole body trembled, and he let out a suppressed groan from his throat.
He gritted his teeth, but still inevitably let out a second scream.
He struggled to stand up and pressed his palms on the broken wooden board. The broken wood stubble dug into his palms, and there was a faint trace of blood mixed with the tea.
In the crowd, Oscar stood next to Ning Rongrong, subconsciously shrinking his neck.
When he saw Dai Mubai being whipped away by a sword, he felt a burning phantom pain on his face.
Oscar swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he lowered his voice and said to Ning Rongrong who was watching with interest.
"Even Boss Dai has no power to resist... This is definitely not something we can handle."
"Rongrong, let's go back and get reinforcements! Leave before they find us!"
With that said, he stretched out his hand to pull Ning Rongrong's wrist.
But before his hand touched Ning Rongrong's sleeve, Ning Rongrong took a step back and dodged it deftly.
"Go and go on your own."
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him, folded her arms, raised her chin slightly, and her bright eyes shone with undisguised excitement.
"I haven't seen enough of the excitement."
As the eldest lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she has grown up under the protection of Titled Douluo. What big scene has she not seen?
Seeing Dai Mubai being whipped and flying like a top, she even felt inexplicably happy.
After all, when the other party was at the Shrek Academy, she severely lost her face.
She is just a support Soul Master, she can't beat the opponent.
But now, her bad breath seems to have been given out by others.
Now she was even more curious about the calm young man in the middle of the field.
If she remembered correctly, the other party seemed to have asked Dai Mubai to call him brother.
Moreover, the other party's facial lines are indeed 70% similar to Dai Mubai.
Is it possible that he is really Dai Mubai's biological brother?
"Rongrong..."
Oscar called out again without giving up, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
Ning Rongrong paid no attention to it and didn't even raise his eyelids.
Now she is completely curious about Dai Mobai, so how can she have time to deal with Oscar, a licking dog like brown candy.
Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong's pretty face that was attracted by the excitement and knew that no matter how hard he tried to persuade her, it would be in vain.
He gritted his teeth, and finally turned around and squeezed out of the crowd alone, staggering towards the way he came.
After running for almost half the street, Oscar turned a corner at the intersection out of breath and almost fell down.
He bent over and held his knees to catch his breath for a long time. As soon as he straightened up, he met Tang San and Xiao Wu who were coming together.
Xiao Wu is still holding a bunch of candied haws just bought in his hand.
The two of them walked side by side, in unison.
Just as Xiao Wu turned his head to say something to Tang San, he saw Oscar rushing out from the corner like a frightened rabbit.
"Mistress! Xiao Wu! Help!" Oscar suddenly stopped in front of the two of them, bent over and gasped for air, his face flushed red from running, and beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.
The expression on Xiao Wu's face was a bit unsightly at the moment.
She finally had some alone time with Tang San, but she was disturbed by Oscar's "Help" before she even strolled for a long time.
She bit her lower lip secretly, already thinking about how she would settle the score with Oscar after this matter was over.
Tang San doesn't have any unnecessary emotions.
When he saw Oscar's appearance, he frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm.
"What's wrong, Oscar? Don't worry, speak slowly."