Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 86

(Nine more)

Seeing that his proud soul skill was extinguished with a flick of Yang Ming's finger, Ma Junhong's chubby face turned purple and blue. For a genius like him, it was like stepping on his face, and he was ruthless. Twisted hard!

"I don't believe it, it's not real, it must be an illusion!"

As if to explain the scene in front of him, and as if to cheer himself up, after Ma Junhong took a deep breath, the second spirit ring suddenly lit up under his feet.

"boom!"

With a burst of opening, violent purple fireworks raged from Ma Junhong's body. This flame was not as domineering as Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, and did not burn Ma Junhong's clothes completely, but just covering the whole body, it also made Ma Junhong burn. Ma Junhong's aura was extraordinary.

Ma Jun's red eyes spewed furious fire, and he was dressed in purple flames, and the flames in his mouth made him look like a god of fire, majestic and invincible!

Tang San's brows squeezed into the shape of Sichuan, faintly feeling a headache.

In the past, Yang Ming's martial spirit was his nemesis, so he didn't expect to meet another nemesis at Shrek Academy. How could he live with this?

Tang San lowered his head, looked at his left hand, and thought to himself:

"Looks like it's time to find a way to exercise the martial spirit in my left hand."

Relying on his ability to fly in the sky, Ma Junhong folded his arms around his chest and stared at Yang Ming condescendingly, with an arrogant face, saying:

"My martial spirit is one of the best evil fire phoenixes in the world. Ever since I awakened my martial spirit, I have never lost a single defeat. The kid below, listen to me. Make it less painful for you to lose!"

It seems that Ma Junhong is very confident in his state.

But I have to say that the Martial Soul Evil Fire Phoenix is ​​indeed worthy of the world's first-class Martial Soul.

However, one can only blame Ma Junhong for being unlucky to meet Yang Ming.

Listening to Ma Junhong's wild words, Yang Ming shook his head and said:

"It seems that you didn't listen to what I said just now."

"I've said it all, you can pretend to compare with them, pretend to me and kill you!"

Ma Junhong's complexion changed slightly. He always thought that he was already arrogant, but he didn't expect to meet someone more arrogant than him!

"you wanna die!"

Ma Junhong's arms twitched, like a fighter jet diving down, the long tongue of flames from his mouth rolled from top to bottom, with a scorching gust of wind blowing at his face.

If it were someone else, he might have a headache for a type of soul master like Ma Junhong.

Ma Junhong is covered in purple flames, and it is not easy to break the defense, not to mention that he will be hurt by the flames, and Ma Junhong can fly in the sky and can support a battle of kite flying strategy.

Facing Ma Junhong's attack, Yang Ming was just a pity that he had to change the clothes he just changed.

As soon as he thought about it, the deep ten thousand year soul ring under his feet shone brightly.

Ten-thousand-year soul rings are also graded. The difference between the soul ring obtained by killing a 1-year-old soul beast and the soul ring obtained by killing a 9-year-old soul beast is like the height difference between a small hill and Mount Tai. .

As the dominant party in World of Warcraft, Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire and Demons, was obviously weakened when he integrated into Douluo World, but his strength was only second to the 10-year-old soul ring.

The ashes produced by the burning of the cloth floated in the air. Under Ma Junhong's horrified gaze, Yang Ming was wrapped in blue fireworks just like him, and then his body inflated like an inflated balloon, passing over his head all of a sudden. It forms a huge monster more than 20 meters high.

In front of the Flame Demon King, Ma Junhong was as small as a large cockroach. He felt the timidity of the evil fire phoenix, and his face was dumbfounded.

"Come on... are you kidding me?"

Ma Junhong didn't believe in evil, and the tongue of fire was as slender as a straw in front of the Flame Demon King, and fell directly on Yang Ming's body, without even a single spark.

Yang Ming slapped him without hesitation, as easy as swatting away an annoying fly.

The huge palm cover like a canopy was pressed down, and a huge black shadow shrouded Ma Junhong. He was horrified that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He could not wait to lose weight quickly.

Fluttering his arms and feathers, Ma Junhong hoped to escape the catastrophe.

It's a pity that he was too fat after all, he was a lot slower, and was slapped to the ground by Yang Ming.

boom!

With a sudden roar, Tang San and Xiao Wu quickly covered their ears, otherwise the eardrums would definitely be damaged.

The ground smashed open a human-shaped pothole, which was not very deep. After all, Yang Ming and Ma Junhong had no grudges yesterday, it was just a dispute over a quarrel.

But even if Yang Ming showed mercy and Ma Junhong lay in the human-shaped pothole, he still felt that all the bones on his body had been smashed into pieces, and there was no place that didn't hurt.

It is said that women are made of water, you can never guess what a woman is thinking.

Just now, Cuihua and Ma Junhong were arguing about breaking up. At this time, seeing that Ma Junhong's life and death were unknown, she rushed up with tears in her eyes.

Cuihua brushed away the dirt on Ma Junhong's face, and when she saw that he was doing something wrong, she winked at her.

"Ma Junhong, how are you?"

Ma Junhong wanted to stand up, but the muscles in his entire body were unresponsive, and even the little brother he was most proud of did not respond at all. Suddenly, he cried with fear, and said:

"Cuihua, I feel like I'm going to die, or else, before I die, will you give me one more time?"

This is... love to die?

Yang Ming just changed his clothes and came over, when he heard this, his face turned black.

How could a village girl like Cuihua endure such slanderous words as Ma Junhong, her face flushed brightly, seeing Yang Ming coming over, as if she had found a savior, she said anxiously:

"Don't hurt Ma Junhong. In fact, he is a good person, but I just can't stand him."

"Of course I know this." Yang Ming said lightly: "Otherwise, he was slapped to death by me just now."

Ma Junhong closed his eyes and secretly said:

Forget it, let me die, it’s okay to be beaten to death, but I’m still slapped to death, I can’t afford to lose this person!

With all kinds of thoughts in her heart, Ma Junhong's eyelids trembled slightly, obviously eavesdropping on Yang Ming's conversation.

Yang Ming put aside Cuihua's entanglement, kicked Ma Junhong's arm with his foot, and said:

"Don't pretend to be dead for me, I'll ask you, do you want to live?"

"think."

"Okay, you can call me grandpa to listen."

"grandfather."

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect Ma Junhong to be so shameless.

Ma Junhong raised his eyelids and saw the expressions of others who couldn't help but pouted, and said:

"Haven't you heard that it's better to die than live?"

(End of this chapter)