Douluo: Rely on the dress-up system to hold the god-woman set

"Public defeat!"

"Public defeat!"

"Public defeat!"

The people sitting on the audience stand loudly shouted the name of their most promising dark horse in this killing match.

On the battle platform with a diameter of [-] meters, the killing match was almost over, and there were only three blood-soaked soul masters standing tenaciously on the field.

The lotus-shaped golden umbrella shrouded in a faint golden light was held in the hands of a girl with black hair and gray eyes.

Winding blood stains stained the transparent golden umbrella handle.

The black cloak draped around the girl's body had been turned into rags in the fierce encirclement and killing, revealing a gothic black dress.

Under the terrified gaze of the three alive soul masters, the hideous wound created by the joint efforts of the nine healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Again.

Despair rose in the hearts of the three soul masters.

After meeting and communicating with Xie Yue and Hu Liena that day, Qian Yuelong changed her style of salted fish and began to actively participate in the killing competition.

The appearance of Wuhun, which people have been curious about for a long time, finally surfaced.

People didn't care at first, they just thought there was something about this soul master called "Gongshuo".

But until people who followed "Gongshuo" discovered that the time interval for "Gongshuo" to conduct killing matches was horribly kept at an accurate and rigid number of days, and it would participate in a killing match every four days.

Each soul master who fights in the Hell Killing Fields will be matched with an opponent who has more consecutive wins and stronger opponents according to his winning streak.

To the shock of countless people, this slender girl who seemed to have some eye problems won every game.

Moreover, no matter how seriously injured she was in the previous battle, she still killed all the people who formed a group to intercept Qian Yuelong after the game.

When the next killing match started, people saw her in full bloom again.

There wasn't even a faint scar left at the location where he was injured last time, and his recovery ability was amazing.

As time went by, even if Qian Yuelong was injured in this game and could only breathe, he did not dare to form a team to intercept Qian Yuelong.

It's hard to judge that this is not Qian Yuelong's fishing law enforcement.

Some wise people discovered that the other two rookies who were plundering in the killing fields of hell-the two newcomers code-named "Hell Messenger" and "Red Moon" and the dark horse "Gongshu" actually knew each other.

People with sharp eyes judged that they might come from the same place. As for whether they belonged to the sect, it was hard to say.

After all, the spirits of the three have nothing in common.

A few months are fleeting, and every soul master who witnessed Qian Yuelong's victory process will be matched with Qian Yuelong when they participate in the next killing match, even if they have no contact before, do not know each other or even have enemies, but After standing on the stage, they will all form an "alliance" by coincidence, with the primary goal of strangling Qian Yuelong together.

Let’s deal with Qian Yuelong first, and everyone will be the final champion based on their abilities.

But even in this relentless, drag-net-like siege, Qian Yuelong still survived.

And retaliated back with a crazier style of play.

As long as there is still breath left, he will not hesitate to turn the flower umbrella in his hand into a life-killing sword and strike directly at the lifeblood.

The two-meter-tall man met those cold gray pupils, and the chill exploded in his scalp.

Blood slipped from the corner of his forehead to his eyes, and the hot man couldn't help but blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to force out the blood that pierced his eyes.

However, the moment he closed his eyes, Qian Yuelong, who was like a ghost in the night, was approaching, and the flower umbrella folded in his right hand was like a sharp sword blade, piercing the big man's neck with a circle of iron spikes.

The moment the shadow of death covered those blood-colored eyes, another soul master, who was watching Qian Yuelong's actions with full vigilance, also seized the opportunity and waved the hammer-shaped martial soul in his hand, maddened by the momentum of thunder It slammed into Qian Yuelong's back which was exposed to the air.

"Go to hell!!!"

The poisonous and persistent vine martial soul turned into bound vine whips and chains to imprison Qian Yuelong's legs that had not fully healed.

The spikes pierced through the shoes and penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.

Qian Yuelong, who had dealt with the big man, turned the bloody lotus umbrella without even frowning. The umbrella ribs and the umbrella surface separated instantly, and the sharp blade-like lotus petals cut off the vines. The moment the hammer-shaped weapon spirit was fifteen centimeters away from her. , Qian Yuelong turned slightly sideways with incredible body skills, dodged the fatal blow from behind, and turned around suddenly in mid-air.

The mimetic martial soul moves with the mind, and the lotus umbrella with only the umbrella bone left becomes a real bone sword, which is so fierce that it penetrates the face of the tool soul master who has no time to retract, killing with one blow!

"Zheng-"

The air changed slightly, Qian Yuelong turned around, and the flying lotus petals flew back to the umbrella bone like a boomerang, assembled into an open lotus umbrella, blocking the poisonous ivy whip that swung down from midair.

The dull sound of collision echoed in the air,
Qian Yuelong's hands holding the lotus umbrella trembled slightly, and she met another pair of eyes that changed from ecstatic to frightened.

There was a bloody smile on the corner of her lips, against the blood splattered on her face, she looked like a ghost crawling out of hell, her right arm was so tense, she waved it, and threw it away under the panicked expression of the plant-type soul master. flower umbrella.

"Don't, don't come here!!"

The umbrella temporarily blocked the plant-type soul master's vision for a moment.

The fear in his heart was maximized.

The space distorted for a while, and Qian Yuelong, who approached the opponent silently, raised his hand, covering his right hand with spiritual power, using his hand as a sword, and pierced his heart from behind quickly and accurately.

"Strange, monster"

Thick black blood overflowed from the mouth of the plant-type soul master who had been pierced through his heart. At the last moment of his life, he struggled to squeeze out the incoherent words. Seeing blood holes of the same size and caliber, they fell on the battle platform smeared with bright colors.

".winner.lose."

The referee swallowed hard and said the title of the killing match.

"Congratulations, congratulations to 'Gongshuo' for achieving .64 consecutive victories!"

On the audience stage, the people who had been shouting for Qian Yuelong were now silent.

An emotion called "fear" appeared on everyone's faces.

Qian Yuelong, who was the only one standing on the stage, lowered her head and looked at her bloody, mutilated right foot, which was strangled by poisonous vines, with a little annoyance on her brows.

It's so annoying, I have to change another pair of shoes.

The soles of the feet below the ankles were almost strangled by poisonous vines, and were just a mess of blood.

But this fuzzy mass of flesh and blood seems to be alive, agitating, growing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qian Yuelong walked off the fighting platform without saying a word and walked towards the depths of the dark passage.

The last thing a person with excellent dynamic vision sees is the white and tender instep that is about to heal completely.

After watching this frenzied killing match, the envoy blended into the shadow cast by the building with an ugly face, and went to report to her boss, the King of Slaughter.