Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

"You shouldn't run!" Standing behind him, the man in white glanced coldly, his tone cold and indifferent.

"Snapped……"

Opening its claws covered with black scales, a heart dripping with blood swelled and fell to the ground.

The aura emanating from the body of the man in white after being possessed by the martial spirit was evil and terrifying, as if it came from the abyss, from hell.

Click, click, click... The sound of broken bones sounded loudly. At the moment when the short and thin old man lost his mind, Yang Pojun had completed Triplekill!

The soul power spurted out, with a hint of thunder, and the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun hit his head impartially.

In an instant, with a hint of fear and a hint of regret, the short and thin old man died on the spot.

Withdrawing the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, Yang Pojun squinted his eyes and watched the man in white attentively.

The man in white glanced at Yang Pojun, sneered, and said in a cold voice: "Made! You actually made a mistake!"

The man in white was not angry because Yang Pojun killed several other people. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with inexplicable excitement, as if those people had nothing to do with him.

"I won't kill you, I want you to watch how I torture them!" Looking at Yang Pojun with sadness, the man in white raised his mouth slightly, his expression was evil and arrogant.

But I want to kill you...

Suddenly, Yang Pojun's heart suddenly moved, and his powerful mental power captured a faint wave of soul power, which came faintly from a distance.

"Does he have help?"

His face sank in vain, and Yang Pojun's powerful soul power suddenly surged out...

"No, they're coming for reinforcements!"

On the other side, the man in white's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the five soul rings under his feet shone brightly.

The two of them didn't communicate at all, but rushed towards each other almost at the same time!

Although there was only one of the five left, Dugu Yan became more and more desperate.

"Zhuqing, Lingling, run!" Liu frowned, the fear of death filling his heart. Duguyan had already expressed his determination to die, and his martial spirit possessed him again.

Ye Lingling swallowed, his face turned pale, even a little broken, but his eyes were firm.

Although Yang Pojun killed three Soul Sects, this did not make her feel any comfort. He was the Soul King, how could the Soul Sects compete with him?

If you can't resist, then go with him!

The nine-colored begonia floats on the chest with psychedelic colors. If you choose someone to turn your head white, you will never take a step back.

At this moment, even Zhu Zhuqing's breathing was slightly rapid.

The other party is the Soul King, can he do it?

The ghost cat's martial spirit quietly possessed him, and his sharp cat claws were ready to attack at any time.

"You..." Dugu Yan was almost crying!

"Sister Yanyan, I am his fiancée, how could I leave him and escape alone?" Ye Lingling's hands trembled slightly as she bit her bright red lips.

"He lives, I live, he dies, I die!" Without unnecessary nonsense, Zhu Zhuqing had already told them his determination with actions.

The figure turned into a black light and instantly disappeared into the jungle——

Clang——

The sound of metal explosions was deafening. As the first two soul rings under his feet shone brightly, the black-scaled claws of the man in white suddenly became extremely hard, and a layer of black flames adhered to them. Every time they hit, they would sputter out. Star black fire.

The third ring flashed, a cold light appeared, the sharp blade came out, the sharp claws suddenly extended out, and the three-foot cold front exuded a cold aura.

Without any pause, the fourth ring was suddenly released. As the claws were swung, ten black flames without temperature suddenly flew out from the claws.

boom--

The first white soul ring bloomed quietly, and ten blazing flames were scattered by the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, and Yang Pojun was also knocked back a few steps.

At this moment, Dugu Yan moved, his soul power spewed out, his soul ring flickered, and his green scales and purple poison rushed towards the man in white with a fishy smell.

Gu Buchi sneered, and the fifth ring under the man in white had melted into his body.

"Roar--"

The beast-like roar seemed to add a buff to himself. As the poisonous mist dispersed, the man in white instantly became manic and his eyes became as red as blood.

After taking two steps to run, the man in white flew into the air and struck Yang Pojun's chest with a fierce knee strike.

Yang Pojun, who had not yet regained his footing, had to take a defensive stance and thrust the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Spear across his chest.

boom--

The strong kneecap hit the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun. The huge force of the impact caused the gun body to twist, and the trembling force spread along the gun body to the palm of the hand.

Yang Pojun only felt burning pain in his hands, his martial spirit almost came out of his hands, and he fell several meters to the ground.

A ray of white light fell on Yang Pojun, and the pain disappeared instantly.

Ye Lingling took action

The therapeutic effect of the mutated Nine-Colored Begonia was even more incredible. In just an instant, all Yang Pojun's negative feelings disappeared.

The man in white's fifth soul power is similar to skills such as berserk, which can make his combat power explode in an instant. It is no exaggeration to say that the man in white after berserk is already invincible in the soul king realm.

"die--"

Without giving Yang Pojun a chance to breathe, the man in white stepped forward, jumped up high, and rushed towards Yang Pojun.

The ferocious face gradually enlarged in front of Yang Pojun's eyes, and the three-foot-long sharp claws, like a death scythe, slashed at Yang Pojun with a hint of death.

ding ding ding ding ding ding-

At this moment, a series of dense crisp sounds came from behind the man in white. The dense crisp sounds were Zhu Zhuqing's attack.

Agile attack type soul masters are not good at facing enemies head-on. When fighting in groups, their main role is to make sneak attacks.

Hiding in the dark, he quietly pops out at the most suitable moment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Obviously, Zhu Zhuqing is a qualified assassin. There was no warning when he launched the attack, and no trace of his soul power was leaked.

The spiky cat claws cut accurately on the neck of the man in white.

However, after all, there is a huge difference in soul power. The man in white's martial spirit, Iron-Toothed Demon Crocodile, has an astonishing defensive power. After going berserk, his defensive power is as strong as steel.

Therefore, even if Zhu Zhuqing grasped the timing just right, the cat's claws could only leave a few white marks on the man in white with all his strength.

The fourth white soul ring quietly lit up, and Yang Pojun, who fell to the ground, showed a trace of fear in his eyes, and his expression instantly became at a loss.

Ignoring Zhu Zhuqing's attack, and not caring about Yang Pojun's brightly lit soul ring, the man in white's eyes flashed with excited bloodthirsty light.

How could a ten-year soul ring be able to resist the soul king's full blow?

The three-foot-long sharp claws chopped the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Gun into several pieces like chopping vegetables, and then the speed was not affected at all. The sharp claws instantly embedded themselves into Yang Pojun's chest!

canopy -

There was no bloody scene, nor was there an angry and unwilling scream. Yang Pojun's body dissipated like a bubble the moment the claws pierced it——

Ok?

Not good, fooled!

The expression of the man in white suddenly changed color, his pupils narrowed suddenly, and he turned around subconsciously. At the same time, his soul power suddenly condensed, and he crossed his claws in front of his chest.

"Pfft-"

The barrel of the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun was slightly bent, making a shrill whistle in the air, and then pierced the chest of the man in white.

Streams of blood oozed out from the chest of the man in white.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief, and then raised his head with difficulty to look at Yang Pojun, who had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth. The man in white had eyes splitting.