Douluo’s Ultimate God of War

In the strange space left by the God of Ice and Snow, Xiao Ju kept killing all these losers.

Xiao Yue was right. After all, they were just losers. If they couldn't even defeat them, how could he get revenge?

He kept killing and killing, and came back with serious injuries again and again, and he went out after conditioning, and almost died in the hands of others.

He adopted a tactic of killing the weak first and then the strong.

He first killed all those Soul Saint Soul Douluo, although every time he took a huge risk, every time he almost died under the hands of those people, but he attacked again and again, he finally killed all the souls. Saint and Contra were all killed.

The people he killed were basically stunning, talented people, and many of them might not be inferior to Tang San in talent, but they died here in the end.

Although Xiao Jue was the Soul Emperor, if it weren't for an extreme Douluo like Qian Daoliu, ordinary people would really not be his opponent.

During several shots, Xiao Ju also discovered something similar to Limit Douluo, but Xiao Ju avoided taking shots with those people first. After all, it was impossible for him to deal with that kind of monster.

And even though this space recorded the spirit power level of the moves of those who died, Xiao Jue discovered a feature, that is, they are all mechanical. Although they are very powerful, they are all mechanical and have no autonomous attack consciousness. So their attacks are relatively heavy.

If this were not the case, if Xiao Jue really faced 999 genius figures, Xiao Ju might have died long ago.

It is because they are mechanized and their attacks have a little regularity, so Xiao Ju can escape in their hands.

One person, one knife.

Xiao Jue rushed into the crowd, opening and closing, blood flowed into a river!

He stretched every string, tightened every nerve, and experienced life and death every time he rushed, and he almost died under Title Douluo several times.

From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many years have passed.

And in these years, countless Title Douluo, countless Soul Douluo, countless amazing people fell here.

Every time Xiao Ju made an attack, he had to face the pressure of dozens of Title Douluo.

Fortunately, his practice can repair his body. As long as he is injured, his body will automatically recover, and his recovery is amazing. Otherwise, he might have been killed by these people hundreds of times.

Just like this, Xiao Yue went out to kill one or two people each time, and then dragged his seriously injured body back, and rushed out after the wound recovered.

Again and again......

In this way, one year passed quickly.

Xiao Jue had grown a lot, and her spirit power had also successfully reached level sixty-nine, only a little closer to level seventy.

The people inside were almost killed by him. Now there are only two people left. One is an Extreme Douluo, which is almost the same as Qian Daoliu's strength. The only disadvantage is that he is not a real person. Xiao Ju has already figured out his. The shot is regular, so it is not particularly difficult to deal with.

The other is the clone of the God of Ice and Snow.

And Xiao Ju didn't know anything about the avatar of the Ice and Snow God, because he had never touched it, and during his assessment, the avatar of the Ice and Snow God had never shot.

But now they have reached this point, and only have to fight.

.......

The cold breath is suffocating. In the killing fields of hell, a total of ten people slowly entered. Tang San walked the third place among the ten people. But he was the focus of attention of the other nine people.

Sixty-seven entries. It was naturally 67 wins, which was Tang San's current result. In the entire **** killing field, only two people had better results than him. One of them is Hu Liena, who has won 72 victories.

Everyone who comes here to compete, in addition to the power to continue to survive in the killing capital, is most looking forward to a hundred victories. With a hundred titles of champions, you can permanently become a resident of the killing capital. In addition to not being able to leave here, here has the highest authority. He can even become the guest of the Killing King.

In the 67th battle, Tang San's appointments had already exceeded a thousand people. However, in the past two months, even after the game, no one has dared to attack him.

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want to end a hundred battles quickly, but because as he won more battles, fewer and fewer people dared to fight when he participated in the killing competition. It takes a few days to get ten people together. And it's still the case that the Killing Fields of Hell didn't disclose the specific time of his participation in advance.

Over the past year, Tang San and Hu Liena have become stars in the killing fields of hell. Especially Tang San, who achieved such a result in only one year, he could already rank in the top ten since the establishment of the Slaughter City.

Compared with when he first came here, Tang San's expression had an extra layer of coldness, and even a faint **** aura was released on his body. Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long been synonymous with him.

It wasn't that strong spirit power would be able to defeat opponents. In Tang San's hands, several opponents with spirit power over 80 had already died. A soul master without a trace is like a tiger without his minions. What's more, Tang San himself was even more terrifying like a killing machine.

The most dangerous time was when Tang San, who had just destroyed two opponents with spirit power over 80 in the match, walked out of the **** killing field weakly, and was immediately besieged by hundreds of people. The knife wound on him is unknown. But in the end, all the hundred people died. And there is no bones left. And Tang San just like that with black air all over his body, his muscles rolled and crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Three days later, he walked into the killing fields of **** again as if nothing had happened. That day, no one dared to fight. Within 24 hours of the killing fields of hell, there was no battle. He has the Tang Sect's unique knowledge that ordinary soul masters don't have, such as hidden weapons, highly poisonous, controlling cranes and capturing dragons, mysterious jade hands, and ghosts. There is also a solid Clear Sky Hammer as a weapon. Tang San never used Blue Silver Grass. I have never used Eight Spider Lances. The Purple Divine Light has only been consumed once at the most dangerous time. It was not that he wanted to hide something in front of Hu Liena, but the means he left to save his life.

That time, Tang San became famous in a battle, and his nickname in the City of Slaughter is: Shura

At this time, the nine people who entered the field with Tang San, of course, couldn't have won only five games behind him, because Tang San had already led too many winning games. I don't know whether it was Hu Liena deliberately avoiding it or the arrangement of the killing fields in hell. From beginning to end, Tang San never met her. Therefore, both of them are still alive. Here, Hu Liena also has a nickname, her nickname is the messenger of hell.

At this time, of the nine people who walked into the **** killing field with Tang San, three of them were already shaking all over, and the remaining six were all stubborn. After nine people were locked into the venue. Tang San surrounded the center almost immediately. Because they knew that if they didn't kill Tang San, they said they couldn't live~www.NovelMTL.com~ There was a touch of blood red in the dark blue pupils. The cold, bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Tang San almost instantly. Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the trembling of the fallen people around him.

This year, Tang San's spirit power improved very little, only improved by one level. But he believes that he can defeat the three selves a year ago at the same time. He also understood the chill in his father's words more and more. Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can we understand the true meaning of actual combat.

Roaring and hissing, nine voices sounded from nine directions beside Tang San almost simultaneously. The nine opponents pounced on Tang San at the same time.

Opening his eyes sharply, Tang San was not looking at the opponent in front of him. It was Hu Liena standing there in the dark corner of the audience at the Killing Fields of Hell.

For a year, Hu Liena has watched almost every game with Tang San.

But she found that she couldn't see through this man. From this man, she even felt unprecedented fear.

It wasn't because of Tang San's endless killing methods. But because of the man's perseverance.