Douluo: Beiming Douluo

Chapter 149 Assassination at Night
Ten days had passed, and when night fell, it was Jiang Luoran's dispatch time.

He had already made an appointment with Jiang Liuer, and Hei Ye personally led him into the Zhijia area.

The noise outside was getting louder and deafening, as if there was some great happy event.

"Hahaha! Feng Xiaotian's appearance just now is distorted, I'm dying of laughter," Oscar made a grimace.

"This move is too damaging, it doesn't give people a chance to resist at all!" Dai Mubai held his forehead.

"It's because of our strength that we didn't get killed in the first place. It's impossible to realize this kind of plan with another person," Zhu Zhuqing saw clearly.

"Of course, this is what our two control systems came up with, it's the most suitable strategy for us," Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing flatteringly.

"..."

"Little monsters, come here to help, have a picnic tonight," Flender said with black lines all over his face.

"By the way, how is your injury, Luo Ran?" Flender's right arm was still wrapped in a bandage.

"It's gradually recovering, the only thing missing is the wounds and bones." Jiang Luoran had Tianqing's leg bones repairing his body day and night, so he naturally recovered very quickly.

"I didn't expect that! As the dean, I, Flender, can't even beat the students.

They even need the protection of students," Flender lifted a piece of barbecue and handed it to Jiang Luoran.

"I also upgraded based on my background, I have nothing to be proud of," Jiang Luoran smiled bitterly.

"Hey~ I'm talking about third brother, why is that Huo Wu pestering you all the time today? Is there something..." Ma Hongjun spoke quickly and didn't stop at once.

Tang San naturally wouldn't, because he was to be blamed for such a trivial matter.

"Everyone eat slowly, I'll go back first," Jiang Luoran walked back to the tent with a sneer.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

In the middle of the night, a green ghost flew over, bypassed the guards, and came to Jiang Luoran's room.

Jiang Luoran had heard the movement a long time ago and jumped off the bed.

In fact, he had stopped turning his legs a long time ago. The reason why he still pretended that his legs were not good was to let everyone relax their vigilance.

"Master, everything is ready," Jiang Liu'er knelt on one knee, like a dead waiter.

"You lead the way, let's go," Jiang Luoran clenched his fists and rushed out following Jiang Liuer.

The Wuhun Temple area, the rest area of ​​Zhijia...

A large mansion made of granite castings in front of him, as a spectator, naturally cannot be directly proportional to the contestants.

"The mental retardation has exploded, and he is probably having sex with someone now. Is it okay to kill Zhilin first?" Jiang Liu'er said.

"Very good, I will try my best to kill in seconds. You help me get rid of the rest of the people who bother me," Jiang Luoran appeared in front of seven soul rings, which were getting bigger and bigger.

Seven soul rings stood up at the same time, big enough for a person to pass through.

Jiang Luoran passed through the soul ring, as if walking through some kind of portal.

When he appeared, he had turned into a vegetative person more than one meter tall, holding a hammer in his right hand and a gun in his left hand, with five gleaming spirit bones on his body.

There are two white wings hanging behind him, and the wind is whistling.

He can't become too big, otherwise if the movement is too big, it will attract the attention of people in Wuhundian.

This is not a monster entering the village, but an assassination for revenge.

Jiang Luoran's right eye was golden, and his left eye was white. It was murderous, like a sharp spear.

"Whoosh~"

Jiang Luoran rose from the ground and disappeared into the mansion.

With Jiang Luoran's current skills, it was too easy to sneak into the opponent's main residence.

In any case, the other party was a Contra, and the skinny camel was bigger than a horse, so Jiang Luoran didn't dare to be careless.

Holding the cursed gun in his hand, he aimed at Zhi Lin.

"Assassin?" Zhi Lin jumped up from the desk, dodging Jiang Luoran's cursed spear.

It might be because of the aura of the sky green vine, or maybe it was the awareness of his realm and age, Jiang Luoran missed this blow.

"Go to hell," Jiang Luoran shattered the glass, rushed into the main mansion, and swept Zhi Lin with a hammer.

Zhilin's ability to escape the cursed gun can only show his agility.But he couldn't withstand the domineering cloak.

With Jiang Luoran's sweep, a large area of ​​the main mansion collapsed like a piece of paper.

"Om~"

Another hammer, the golden grass hammer swept the air waves, and pulled up the surging soul power to paddle towards Zhilin.

"Presumptuous!" As a Contra, Zhi Lin naturally felt the danger of the other party, but he really didn't know who wanted to kill him.

"There are even more presumptuous ones," Jiang Luoran made a move with his left hand, and seven soul rings were superimposed, appearing behind Zhi Lin.

Strike back and forth!

Countless weapons flew towards Zhilin behind him, and Jiang Luoran's fatal blow came in front of him.

"The third soul skill..."

Jiang Luoran hit his chest with a hammer, preventing him from continuing.

Immediately afterwards, the weapons released by the seven soul rings also drowned Zhi Lin.

The movement was so loud that it naturally alarmed the Zhi family.Jiang Liu'er did not hesitate to fight for Jiang Luoran's time.

The most important thing is to stop the mentally retarded.

Zhi Lin got up from the ground, with multiple injuries on his body and his skin was cut.

"who are you?"

"The person who wants your life," Jiang Luoran didn't dare to relax without killing the mentally handicapped.

As for Zhi Lin, he was also waiting for the mentally handicapped to come and help him.

"The seventh soul skill, Ivy Avatar!" Zhi Lin directly used Wuhun Avatar, he turned into a green tree, hundreds of ivy spread out, and attacked Jiang Luoran everywhere.

"It seems you don't know yet!" Jiang Luoran sneered, "The sixth soul skill, the Spear of the Curse!"

The golden spear was thrown out by Jiang Luoran.Five green vines blocked it and blocked the cursed gun.

What Jiang Luoran wanted was a big target, easy to aim at.

Calculated according to the level, Zhi Lin has no soul power to use for at least 1 minute.

This 1 minute was enough for Jiang Luoran to use up all his killer moves.

Feeling the encroachment of the air of death, Zhilin became anxious, he didn't understand why, and couldn't exert any strength.

The vegetative man held the golden hammer tightly, combined the strength of the five spirit bones, and chopped towards the green tree.

"boom!"

The green tree collapsed and flew backwards. The vegetative man quickened his pace, raised his ghost boots and kicked it down.

"Ah!" The green tree retreated, and Zhi Lin fell out of it. The power of this kick was comparable to a blow from a bomb.

"Blood debts are paid in blood," Jiang Luoran stuffed his left hand into the soul ring, and pulled out a giant axe.

"Wait, who are you? We have no grievances or enmities," Zhi Lin panicked. He clearly felt that the opponent was the soul saint, but he couldn't stop the opponent no matter what he fought.

Is this a fake soul saint?

"No injustice or enmity? Let me ask you, do you know about Jiangfu?" Jiang Luoran sneered coldly.

"You are? Impossible, he is already dead, killed by the mentally handicapped," Zhi Lin's pupils widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"That's right, combined with various cognitions, I have already understood many things, but they have not been confirmed," Jiang Luoran stepped on Zhilin's head.

Zhi Lin saw the soul ring on Jiang Luoran's body, "It was you from the beginning to the end?! Sure enough, sure enough, it all makes sense after saying that."

"Go to hell!"

"The eighth soul skill, the sky and the earth!" How could Zhi Lin tolerate Jiang Luoran killing him? The eighth soul skill was his last resort.

"When you are old, don't toss about it," Jiang Luoran called out the roots of the 1-year-old tree, and threw them at the net.

Today's old tree roots have grown for more than 1 years under Jiang Luoran's increased realm.

This is equivalent to Jiang Luoran having a permanent 1-year soul beast to drive.

"Oh!"

The golden light and the green light intersected, and there was a bang, and the main mansion collapsed directly and fell down.

"You have no chance," the vegetative man yelled, holding the hammer handle, rushed into the net and hit Zhilin.

(End of this chapter)