Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

In an instant, Tang San's face was slightly distorted, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched.

"No wonder...no wonder..." Tang San felt his body getting colder inch by inch.

With the dual attributes of ice and fire, no wonder he dared to speak arrogantly. What is the plant soul master most afraid of?

Of course he is a fire attribute soul master!

The soul power is crushed and the attributes are incompatible!

From childhood to adulthood, although he had been practicing the Blue Silver Grass known as the Wasted Martial Spirit, Tang San had always been invincible by relying on the Tang Sect's unique skills he had mastered in his previous life.

Whether he was facing a spirit beast, a spirit master of the same level, or even Zhao Wuji, no matter how powerful his opponent was, Tang San never backed down!

But I never thought that today I would meet a person who restrained himself in all aspects.

The corners of Tang San's eyes twitched, and his face became darker. When he met Yang Pojun's eyes again, he found that Yang Pojun's entire temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes. From his deep pupils, Tang San seemed to feel It's like a real murderous intention.

"Admit defeat, you are no match for me!" With the cold tone and sinister eyes, Tang San felt a sense of humiliation that he had never experienced before for no reason!

Stared by Yang Pojun's sharp eyes, Tang San felt as if he had been locked by a force of energy, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if a snake was crawling across his back, and he felt like he was hovering on the edge of life and death.

Do you really just admit defeat like that?

Do not……

I can't just admit defeat, I'm fighting on behalf of Shrek!

He insulted the teacher. If he cannot be defeated, the teacher will not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life...

For the sake of Shrek and the teacher, I can't admit defeat, I can never...

Yes... I still have hidden weapons, I still have Tang Sect's secret skills, and I still have another martial spirit...

Tang San, who was under tremendous psychological pressure, seemed to be grasping at straws, his eyes full of hope...

At this moment, Tang San decided not to hide his strength anymore. Since the martial spirit was restrained, let him use another way to win this victory...

"The battle isn't over yet. I'm afraid it's too early for me to admit defeat..." As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San suddenly raised his head, the purple light in his eyes suddenly becoming stronger. At the same time, the Ghost Shadow Tracking was activated again, hanging on his waist. His hands waved like lightning.

Chi chi... In the blink of an eye, dozens of cold rays of light burst out from the fingers of Tang San's hands!

There was a throbbing in the mental magnetic field, and then a harsh sound broke through the air. A faint smile flashed across Yang Pojun's lips, and then in everyone's surprised eyes, the blood dragon shook the soul out of thin air. It's like a gun...

Ding ding... A series of crisp metallic chimes sounded, and firelight spattered out. Tang San's first wave of hidden weapons was successfully blocked by the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun!

Yang Pojun didn't have any masochistic tendencies, so in the next moment, his figure flickered, holding the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Gun and swooping towards Tang San...

The foot-stepping ghosts kept keeping distance from Yang Pojun, and Tang San understood that once Yang Pojun got close, he would never have a chance again.

Xuanyu's hands cooperated with the control of the crane and the capture of the dragon, and the hidden weapons on the 24-bridge moonlit night were thrown out wave after wave as if they were free.

With his strong mental power, although Yang Pojun was able to knock away the hidden weapons thrown by Tang San accurately, his progress was delayed and he was unable to get close to Tang San for a while...

"AD plays top lane, why do I feel like I'm being kited?" Although he was complaining in his heart, Yang Pojun didn't dare to be careless.

Although his physique was strong, it was not invulnerable. Even a Soul Saint like Zhao Wuji couldn't withstand Tang San's hidden weapons. He didn't want to be shot like a hedgehog...

clank……

As six rays of cold light spurted out from Tang San's sleeves, Yang Pojun's heart skipped a beat, and a dangerous aura came to his mind.

The powerful crossbow arrows made a harsh sound in the air, and Yang Pojun had to stop his pursuit. He slashed left and right with the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun in his hand!

Before Yang Pojun could catch his breath, Tang San lowered his head suddenly, and with a mechanical sound, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from behind him!

boom……

"It's so annoying..."

The powerful force of the crossbow arrows made Yang Pojun's hands feel slightly numb!

To be honest, even if he knew Tang San's details in advance, Yang Pojun was still troubled by him!

Flies don't bite people, they bite people...

This feeling of being beaten passively made Yang Pojun feel quite uncomfortable...

Looking at Tang San who kept wandering around the field, Yang Pojun felt that this kind of guy was just a guy. If he wasn't cheating, who would be cheating?

Outside the field, everyone in Shrek was excited and worried as they watched Tang San use the hidden weapon hidden in the box.

What was exciting was that although Yang Pojun's soul power and martial arts were dominant, he was passively beaten.

What's worrying is, Xiaosan, your shot was accurate, but he blocked it...

The most distressing thing is Zhao Wuji, how accurate were you when you shot me?

On the contrary, Lan Ba ​​and the others were on tenterhooks. To be honest, their eyes were wide open...

This Nima...

What the hell?

What kind of mess did this guy throw out?

Although they didn't know what method Tang San was using to attack, they could still see the danger in it.

However, the only thing that made them feel lucky was that although Yang Pojun looked a little passive, at least he was not injured!

"What, is it over?" Seeing that Tang San finally stopped using hidden weapons, Yang Pojun's face became increasingly sarcastic, but he became more vigilant in his heart.

If he remembered correctly, this small silver coin seemed to have a back-up, and there seemed to be an insinuation on his chest. Moreover, the plate-crystal golden dragon's beard needle obtained from Flanders was not thrown out.

It is indeed a small silver coin. I want to wait until I get close to Mr. Yin, then I will give you a chance...

There was a slight layer of sweat on Tang San's forehead, his breathing rate fluctuated, and he looked a little exhausted.

Staring at Yang Pojun closely, Tang San didn't answer, and his breathing became a little heavier. Yes, he did it on purpose, just to show weakness to the enemy.

Hidden weapons, if they lose their suddenness, their power will be greatly weakened.

To be honest, Yang Pojun's performance just now really exceeded Tang San's expectations. He had almost squandered all his hidden weapons on the moonlit night, but none of them hit the enemy.

This can only prove that the person in front of him has a strong mental power. He can accurately judge the movement trajectory of his hidden weapon through his strong mental power, and thus eliminate them one by one.

Therefore, using ordinary hidden weapons will obviously be of no use. The only solution for now is to make him feel that his soul power has been exhausted, so that he can use his last trump card before he gets close...

"Are you admitting defeat?" Lifting the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun and pointing it at Tang San, Yang Pojun's momentum gradually increased.

Shaking his head, Tang San's face turned slightly pale. Others might not be able to feel it, but at this moment, in Tang San's eyes, Yang Pojun in front seemed to have merged with the martial spirit, and his sharp aura cut through the space. His momentum seemed to make him blood-stained in the next moment.

However, after all, he is a B-level opponent. If he can overwhelm him with murderous intent alone, then he is not worthy of being Yang Pojun's opponent.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, the green bricks under his feet cracked and cracked, and Yang Pojun shot towards Tang Sanji with the force of thunder and lightning.

Swallowing, his pupils suddenly tightened, and when Yang Pojun was still a few meters away from him, Tang San moved, his arms retracted, and his chest muscles bulged.

buzzing...

Following a muffled sound, a puff of cold light and a thick mist suddenly spurted out from Tang San's chest, just in time to meet the charging Yang Pojun.

At the same time, a chill flashed in Tang San's eyes, and a small black hammer suddenly appeared in Tang San's left hand. As soon as this small hammer appeared, Tang San's whole body seemed to be drained of strength.

However, Tang San still gritted his teeth, and under the cover of the thick fog, he threw it out with all his strength, aiming directly at Yang Pojun's face...