Douluo: I Have a Big Golden Bell

Hu Yanzhuo, defeated!

Looking at Hu Yanzhuo being carried off the stage, several people looked at Qian Dong, who was recovering in cross-legged position, and their eyes were a little different from before.After all, in this continent, the offensive type is still the number one profession even if it is looked down upon by many people.

In any battle, the first priority must be damage.

Qiandong showed almost no aggression in the first few games, so he was defined as assist or defense.But this sudden outbreak left many people a little confused.

Is this guy too comprehensive?

As time passed by, the big shots around the ring were not in a hurry, but were filled with anticipation.It's like opening a blind box, everyone wants to see how many unique skills this genius has that they don't know about.

The next person to fight was Ye Fan.

Giant Ax War Spirit, Ye Fan!

The ghost behind Bibi Dong looked at the figure holding the axe, recalling the scene of the breakup that day, and his emotional nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He still remembers the day when 12-year-old Ye Fan pointed at his nose and asked him why he wanted to be a bad guy.

He...can't answer this question, because there are no good people who achieve the title of strong person.

Standing on this familiar arena, Ye Fan felt a little unhappy. He didn't speak after he came on stage and just wiped his ax silently.

It’s been six years, six years since I’ve been here.When he came back here again, he felt that there was a monster named uncomfortable living in his body. It was getting bigger and bigger, so big that Ye Fan wanted to yell!

But he didn't. He wanted to release this emotion during the battle.As a genius, he knows how to use his emotions, especially the assassin.

When Qian Dong regained his soul power and stood up, Ye Fan also opened his eyes.

Neither of them spoke, but stared at each other silently, and a silent atmosphere slowly spread between them.

The coquettish man carefully stayed away to avoid being affected, and then waved his hand fiercely, "The game begins!"

clang~

At the beginning of the competition, everyone's eyes shrank sharply, especially those high-level soul masters.

The two figures were still standing in place, but there was a sound of metal colliding in the center of the ring.

"What's going on?" Tang San looked at Qian Dong and Ye Fan fighting in the middle of the stage, and then at the figure still standing there, his eyes full of doubts.

Why are there two Ye Fan and Dong Ge?

"What a fuss!" Zhao Wuji looked at the surprised people and sneered, "Isn't it just an afterimage created by going faster? There's nothing strange about it."

He will never admit that he is sore, absolutely not!

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.The different figures of the two fighting in the ring even filled the entire ring, and often a new confrontation posture appeared before the previous posture had dissipated.It looked like it was in slow motion, but in fact the speed of the two of them was so fast that the human eye could not keep up.

Even when you see the scene of an ax blow, you don't know how many moves they have exchanged.

Bang~dang~, the sound of collision kept sounding. Everyone saw that the two figures were getting slower and slower and even seemed to be stuck, but in fact they were getting faster and faster.

at last!

Bang~ The mountain and river bell trembled, removing all the force that was exerted on it.Then Qian Dong took a few steps back with the Shanhe Bell and looked at Ye Fan in surprise.

Ye Fan's hand holding the battle ax was also trembling slightly, and he looked at Qian Dong as if he had seen something terrible.

Why is this guy so fast? Does he also understand the secret of speed?

Of course Qian Dong didn't. How could he have so much time to think about speed issues.The reason why he can be so fast depends on his grasp of the entire space. Sometimes, only by breaking the space in a short distance can he keep up with Ye Fan's speed.

This is not what troubles another Gandong, what is even more annoying is that this guy can actually reduce his sense of existence. He almost failed to lock Ye Fan several times.

"You're holding an axe, why are you so fast?"

Qian Dong asked curiously. This was the first time he saw Min Gong holding an axe.Logically speaking, someone who is faster should not be like Zhu Zhuqing, who is fast and does low damage.But the mountain and river clock that is still vibrating slightly shows that this guy's damage is definitely not low.

"You're still talking about me! Why are you holding a clock faster than me?!"

Ye Fan curled his lips and said with the same helplessness, "You are so quick to play with this Zhongdu."

Qian Dong was stunned when he heard this and looked at the glowing mountain and river clock in his hand... I don't know why.

"Okay, stop beeping, defeat me quickly, let's have another fight!"

A duel at this speed is not pleasant!

Ye Fan made a starting gesture, the ax fell behind him, and five soul rings appeared on the axe.He is a disciple of Ghost Douluo, but his soul ring only adds attacks, and his speed relies entirely on himself.

Because he wanted to find a way out for Min Gong.

Qian Dong naturally understands what Ye Fan means. The two are indeed comparable in terms of speed, but it should be noted that Qian Dong is not an agility-based soul master, but has control skills.

Rather than being trapped, it is better to have a head-on fight to vent your frustration.

On the Mountain and River Bell, five soul rings also appeared, suspended not far from Qian Dong's palm.

"Soul skill, open sky strike!"

The hand holding the ax was shaking slightly, not because of nervousness, but because he wanted to vent the pain in his heart through strength.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, raised his battle ax and slashed downwards. The crescent-colored ax blade grew bigger and bigger in the wind, and struck towards Qiandong.

After finishing the axe, Ye Fan's body collapsed on the spot, exhausted.The ghost on the high platform subconsciously stepped forward, but then retreated helplessly.

On the opposite side, Qian Dong, looking at the ax blade, just silently blocked the Shanhe Bell in front of him, which was not yet possessed by the soul ring.

To be honest, without the passive Ye Fan, his attack power is really poor.I don’t even know the combined use of soul power, such a big crescent moon!This may have something to do with no one teaching.

Sure enough, the Mountain and River Bell just stood there, but the ax blade could not help the Mountain and River Bell even half a step, and directly stood there in a stalemate.

As time passed, the ax blade lost its soul power and dissipated in the air.All that's left is the mountain and river clock with five soul rings surrounding it!

"This game!" The coquettish man stepped on the broadcaster, looked at Ye Fan who was motionless with his eyes closed, and announced the victory: "Qian Dong! He won again!!"

"Alas!!"

Since there weren't many people present at the scene, the coquettish man's excitement and shouting seemed extremely embarrassing.

But those silent soul masters were only calm on the surface, but in their hearts they were even wilder than this coquettish man!

In particular, the looks in the eyes of several banned accounts when they looked at Qian Dong could no longer be described as shocked.Because only when you reach their level can you understand what it means to be truly invincible at the same level.

On the field, Qian Dong withdrew his martial spirit and walked towards Ye Fan who was lying on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay! Did I hit you like this?" Qian Dong stretched out his right hand and asked.

Ye Fan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, reached out and took Qian Dong's right hand, stood up with the help of his strength, leaned into Qian Dong's ear and whispered:

"Fuck you, I will beat the shit out of you when I win!"

"Hahaha, then wait until you win completely and fight again."

Qian Dong knew that Mark was in a bad mood, so he didn't care about his two scolding words. Instead, he patted his back encouragingly.

Ye Fan leaned on Qian Dong's shoulder and was silent for a long time.

"Can I follow you?"

"What for? I don't like men!"

"Tch!" Ye Fan rolled his eyes.

"I just want to tell him that strong people are not necessarily bad people."