Douluo Dragon King: Martial Soul Bow, I pierce the abyss with a single arrow!

The dance teacher was hit!

The surrounding classmates were all shocked to see this scene. The aloof and powerful male god who made them feel suffocated was actually hurt by a peer.

"Alright!" Wu Changkong shouted, his figure not pausing for a moment as he strode towards Lu Ze.

An even more solid and sharp sense of oppression than before erupted from Wu Changkong.

His entire aura changed again, like a peerless, deadly sword about to be drawn!

Lu Ze felt a chill run down his spine.

Without hesitation, his second spirit ring lit up again. The plan had succeeded; maintaining distance was now the key!

His target was the arrow that had been shot at Wu Changkong during the chaos.

However, the moment he activated his soul power, Wu Changkong moved.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Changkong did not rush towards Lu Ze. Instead, he twisted his body in a strange way and pounced towards the open space behind him!

"It's too late."

Wu Changkong uttered two words, first shattering the nearest shadow arrow with a single blow, then releasing the wooden stick from his hand.

The ordinary wooden stick, infused with his soul power, emitted a sharp whistling sound, drawing a straight trajectory in the air, and accurately smashing into another shadow arrow on the ground!

Lu Ze's teleportation light had just lit up when he saw this scene, so he immediately stopped using his soul skill!

clang!

The distant arrow shattered instantly, turning into specks of black light.

Transmission failed!

It was predicted! That arrow just now was Lu Ze's Shadow Arrow, intended for teleportation! That was the perfect position.

But he couldn't possibly take a blow from Wu Changkong head-on, as that would shatter his soul power and turn him into a lamb to the slaughter.

There were other shadow arrows within the area, but the forced interruption of the teleportation had caused a significant backlash for Lu Ze.

Furthermore, the Shadow Snake Emerges from its Cave cannot be used continuously.

But Wu Changkong's figure did not stop at all. As he swung the wooden stick, he pushed off with his feet and shot towards Lu Ze like a cannonball.

Close combat! This Soul Master, renowned for his swordsmanship, is finally about to engage in close-quarters combat with an archer, a fight he excels at!

Although it was empty-handed.

A hand chop is also a sword! (╬•̀皿•́)

That's too late!

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Lu Ze's mind. But none of them mattered.

They'll definitely get close!

Since we can't avoid it, then we won't try to avoid it!

A smile instead appeared on Lu Ze's face. He abruptly turned his longbow around, the arrowhead pointing directly at the ground beneath his feet!

"What is he going to do?" a student exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Changkong was also slightly taken aback, but his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

The next second, Lu Ze's third soul ring, with its deep purple halo, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

"Teacher, welcome to my field."

call out!

The golden arrow of light pierced the ground vertically without making a sound.

Boom!

In an instant, an invisible shockwave suddenly spread out from the point where the arrow landed!

The solid playground surface cracked inch by inch, with countless cracks spreading wildly, stopping abruptly at a radius of five meters, forming a circle.

Immediately afterwards, thick plumes of black smoke billowed out from the cracks!

The smoke wasn't very thick, but it had a strange, sticky feel, which completely obscured Lu Ze's figure.

Within the mist, wisps of dark red patterns flowed, exuding an ominous, corrosive aura.

Third Soul Skill: Spatial Boundary Severance - Array Form!

The moment Wu Changkong rushed into the black mist, he felt a sense of sluggishness.

The air seemed to thicken, and a faint tearing force emanated from the ground beneath his feet, forcing him to expend a tiny amount of soul power with every step.

More importantly, his vision was completely taken away.

Within the black fog, there is no such thing as visibility; rather, vision is partially stripped away!

Just as he paused for a moment, a sharp whooshing sound came from his left!

Wu Changkong reacted extremely quickly, striking with his left arm.

Ding!

It accurately struck a jet-black arrow, knocking it away.

However, before he could finish his move, arrows whistled from three directions simultaneously: to his right, above him, and behind him.

Each arrow was lacquered with black corrosion and poison.

call out!call out!call out!

Wu Changkong spun around, but inevitably got hit by an arrow.

In order to interrupt Lu Ze's movement, he swung the long staff, which put him in a passive position now.

Within this array, Lu Ze seemed to have transformed into the king of the night.

Every wisp of black smoke served as an anchor point for his "shadow snake emerging from its hole" maneuver. He could appear in any corner of the array in an instant.

Although soul power cannot withstand such consumption.

Every arrow shot carries the corrosive toxicity of the first soul skill.

Furthermore, within the array's boundaries, he can also use his earth elemental perception to pinpoint the enemy's location.

This is Lu Ze's hunting ground.

The array's range wasn't large, but the visual barrier made it difficult for Wu Changkong to hit Lu Ze. Even if he managed to get close, it wouldn't matter; Lu Ze could teleport away at any time.

Breaking this move is simple; Wu Changkong only needs one move, Frost Mark, to sweep away the black mist and strike Lu Ze directly.

However, he cannot use soul skills.

Lu Ze admitted that he had indeed found a clever way to deal with Wu Changkong, who had no soul skills.

But so what?

Lu Ze's figure weaved through the black mist, occasionally firing an arrow before immediately shifting positions, never greedy for credit.

His attacks were not aimed at a fatal blow, but rather at hitting the vital points of the opponent's defenses with every arrow, forcing him to constantly defend and exhausting his energy.

At the same time, Lu Ze's own soul power was being rapidly depleted.

When a certain critical point is reached, Lu Ze will unleash all his soul power onto a single arrow, deciding the outcome of the battle in one strike.

The onlookers were completely dumbfounded. All they could see was a strange black fog and the sounds of fierce fighting emanating from within it.

They could not imagine the horrific battle taking place in that area.

Within the black mist, Wu Changkong calmly analyzed the situation while waving his arms to deflect the cold arrows shooting from all directions.

This array not only stripped him of sight and slowed his movements, but also had a corrosive effect. He simply couldn't find Lu Ze.

We can't continue to be so passive.

Wu Changkong took a deep breath and stomped his foot hard.

He was going out to get his "sword".

Having a wooden stick increases the attack range, making things much easier.

The moment Wu Changkong stepped out of the array, Lu Ze knew what he was going to do. Lu Ze seized the opportunity, and his third soul ring shone with an unprecedented light.

Input all your soul power!

Boundary!

The moment Wu Changkong touched the wooden stick, the Arrow of Boundary Severance stopped right beside him.

After a violent tremor, space seemed to be cut open.

Wu Changkong keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The next second, a chilling aura erupted from him, and a visible white sword aura swept out, instantly shattering the space around Lu Ze and even dispersing a large area of ​​the surrounding black mist!

At this moment, Lu Ze was completely exposed to Wu Changkong's vision, and his soul power had been completely exhausted.

Like fish waiting to be slaughtered.

Before Lu Ze could speak, Wu Changkong said, "I lost."

Just now, when the arrow landed beside him, his head felt an extremely strong cutting sensation.

In that instant, Wu Changkong felt that he might die if things continued like this.

So he used his soul skill, Frost Mark, to shatter it.

So, he lost.

The frost marks were magnificent and imposing, stirring up clouds of dust.

It was quite noisy.