Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

He was knocked back to the ground.

Fortunately, Ye Qiu's ability to fly is not only due to the Blue Silver Holy Wings, but also to the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.

Otherwise he would have fallen.

The blue-silver holy wings behind him shone with emerald light, and the wings suddenly grew larger and wider than before.

This allows for better leveraging of existing resources and maximizing of power.

It lightly touched the ground with its toes, spun around once, and then soared into the air again.

Feng Xiaotian was also suffering.

The attack from Ye Qiu sent them flying even higher into the air, and their blue wings were wracked with pain.

But he can't stop now.

Once he stops, failure is all that awaits him...

At the same time, he couldn't believe that someone could learn another person's self-created soul skill so quickly.

Is Ye Qiu really a monster?

Flying backward to its highest point, Feng Xiaotian spun around once and, using the momentum, unleashed his twentieth strike.

Clang! Clang!

Sparks seemed to fly in the air as the two exchanged nearly ten slashes.

Ye Qiu went from being unfamiliar to becoming proficient.

From initially being at a disadvantage to being evenly matched, to completely dominating.

It shocked everyone.

Looking up at the center arena, the two men were making the same movements.

No matter how much they disbelieved it, they had no choice but to accept the reality: Ye Qiu had indeed learned Feng Xiaotian's self-created soul skill.

Gale Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!

Everyone watched the magical scene unfolding on stage.

Huo Wu stared blankly at Ye Qiu, who was spinning and attacking in the sky.

She knew Ye Qiu would bring everyone a surprise.

Little did they know that this surprise would turn into a shock, leaving them completely unable to believe it.

How could anyone be so incredibly powerful?!

He only watched someone demonstrate it once—no! Not even once—and he learned the self-created soul skill that the other person had spent years honing.

Huo Wushuang, standing beside him, was equally astonished, his mouth agape.

He gave a bitter smile: "After this battle, I wonder if that guy Feng Xiaotian will be able to withstand it."

Huo Wu fell silent...

Looking at Feng Xiaotian, whose mouth was already oozing blood.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and sympathy.

She understood what Huo Wushuang meant. Feng Xiaotian, with his innate full soul power, was undoubtedly a genius.

But today...

But he encountered Ye Qiu, who was not a decent person.

Even Huo Wu felt greatly discouraged when she lost to Ye Qiu, let alone Feng Xiaotian, whose proud Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of Gale Wolf were quickly learned by others.

This blow...

If Feng Xiaotian can't overcome this or let go of it, then he will truly become just another ordinary person.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the scene before him.

He admitted once again that Ye Qiu was definitely the most abnormally talented learner he had ever seen.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered...

Tang San once said that Ye Qiu had somehow stolen and learned all of his self-created soul skills, such as the Purple Demon Eye and Ghost Shadow Step.

He only understands now.

This is most likely related to Ye Qiu's martial spirit.

Ye Qiu's Sharingan martial soul definitely possesses an extreme level of insight that they could never have imagined.

Ye Qiu's talent was elevated to another level in his heart.

A slight sense of regret rose in my heart.

If only I had taken in Ye Qiu, who possessed innate soul power at level one, back then.

Doesn't that further prove the strength of your theory?

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang remembered the only light in his heart... Liu Erlong.

Looking up at the spectator area of ​​the participating teams, Liu Erlong, who was eagerly waiting, was so beautiful and captivating.

Just a glance.

Yu Xiaogang then dismissed those unrealistic fantasies he had just had.

The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable!

Moreover, he lost his way out that very night.

"Ah...what a pity!"

Looking at Ye Qiu, who was shining brightly in mid-air, Flander couldn't help but sigh.

If only Ye Qiu had genuinely joined Shrek Academy back then...

at the same time...

He felt somewhat relieved.

Entrusting Erlong to such a brilliant and peerless genius seems not so unacceptable.

On the VIP stage.

Ning Fengzhi was also surprised that Ye Qiu had such abilities.

"It really opened my eyes..."

Beside her, Qian Renxue, who resembled Xue Qinghe, also looked on with a strange light in her eyes, a hint of infatuation flashing in them.

This is the man Qian Renxue has chosen.

Absolutely unique.

He then gave a cold glance to the vulgar women and sluts in the audience who were rubbing against Ye Qiu and moaning.

Dismissively.

"This boy named Ye Qiu is truly unexpected."

The Emperor's eyes gleamed with a sharp light on the snowy night.

Looking at Xue Ke, who couldn't help but cheer for Ye Qiu, a sense of relief, comfort, and joy appeared in her eyes.

Then, Emperor Xueye suddenly paused for a moment.

His eyes became vacant, like a mindless puppet, motionless.

Salas, on the other hand, began to admire His Holiness the Pope's unique vision once again.

Ye Qiu is indeed a rare talent.

I absolutely must protect him!

Once she came to her senses, Xue Qinghe noticed Emperor Xue Ye's loss of composure and frowned.

She gently nudged him.

"Father..."

Chapter 468 Feng Xiaotian's Wings Shattered

Emperor Xueye came to his senses.

He frowned, raised his hand, and gestured for Xue Qinghe to keep quiet.

He smiled and nodded at Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi understood and gave him a look of concern before continuing to watch Ye Qiu's excellent performance.

Although the snowy night had brought her back to her senses...

Despite appearing as Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue still felt somewhat solemn.

Xueye's symptoms have become increasingly severe and frequent. If no one wakes him, the symptoms last longer and longer, and he is becoming increasingly difficult to wake up.

He used to be able to tell when he was daydreaming, then he needed someone to gently touch him, and later... he needed someone to push him.