Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

It was fine for Ye Lingling to be rolled out of the ring, but Dugu Yan's embarrassed appearance irritated Yang Pojun.

Dugu Yan, who was originally in the magma, had some damage to his clothes. Coupled with Yan's fifth soul skill, his whole body was now completely destroyed by wind, sand, flames, and magma swamps. Although he was fine, , but the tearful look is really heartbreaking.

With Dugu Yan's current dignity, there is no sense of disobedience at all when he goes outside to get a broken bowl to beg for food. He is simply looking like a proper beggar in rags!

Therefore, Yang Pojun was angry!

Damn it, if you fight, just fight well. If you dare to do this to my fiancée, it's too much...

The scarlet moon blade drew a graceful arc in the air and whizzed towards him. He glanced at the triumphant Yan, and Yang Pojun's soul power suddenly burst out. He dodged, first sending Dugu Yan off the ring, and then turned his head. , purple light appeared in his eyes, he raised his hand and caught Xie Yue's tracking moon blade.

Xie Yue:? ? ?

Yan:? ? ?

For a moment, both Yan and Xie Yue were stunned!

Is this the moon blade thrown by Xie Yue with all his strength?

Was he picked up so easily?

Everyone is the soul king, why are you so showy? Hey, are you a demon spirit?I report it, someone is cheating here!

"Kid, do you have a lot of questions in your mind?" A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Yang Pojun looked at Yan teasingly!

When Yang Pojun looked at him like this, Yan felt that he was suddenly locked by a force of energy. His heart sank, as if a snake was crawling across his back. For some reason, he had a bad premonition...

"Zhuqing, you retreat first, leave them to me!" He squinted his eyes and shouted to Zhu Zhuqing in the red light. Then he threw the moon blade back. The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, Already in front of Yan's eyes, the black soul ring under his feet flashed, and he shot straight at Huanglong.

And this time, he planned to teach Yan a lesson...

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose the game, but if you play Maitai...

Then I can't bear it anymore!

Huh... The moon blade thrown by Yang Pojun whizzed away with a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

However, Yang Pojun's target was not Xieyue, but the auxiliary soul master who had been hiding behind the Wuhundian team.

After the moon blade was shot, it suddenly expanded with a dazzling light, turning into a stream of light, mixed with a cold light, and with a tail flame, and the castration was even faster than when Xie Yue threw it before.

Seeing the moon blade flying back, Xie Yue was also startled, and reacted subconsciously, trying to control the moon blade by relying on the connection between herself and the martial spirit.

However, he was disappointed. The Moon Blade was now driven by Yang Pojun's soul power. Unless his soul power could suppress Yang Pojun, he would not be able to control this martial soul that belonged to him at all.

In desperation, he didn't care about Zhu Zhuqing, who was repeatedly jumping around and playing hide-and-seek with him in the red light. It was more important to save people. He flashed and turned into an afterimage and threw himself behind, covering a mere ten feet away without even taking a breath.

However, at this moment, a black shadow was seen running at high speed, seemingly predicting Xie Yue's route.

Bang.......

The black shadow was like a wild bull, and it hit Xie Yue with its head, knocking him out like a shell.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman, with some beads of sweat on her forehead. She was panting, and her chest was rising and falling.

She seemed dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

Then she disappeared again, and at this critical moment, the sound of an explosion of Qi machines was heard in the distance, as well as the screams of the auxiliary soul master...

boom--

The moon blade with its tail flame collided with the auxiliary spirit master's spirit. In an instant, the auxiliary spirit master's spirit exploded, his face turned pale, he vomited blood, and flew out.

Well, even though he heard Yang Pojun's signal to him, how could Zhu Zhuqing abandon him so easily and run away alone.

Although he can't see his opponent clearly in the red light, with his sensitive mobility, it's not easy for his opponent to catch him.

Therefore, Zhu Zhuqing chose to stay in the ring. She understood that as long as she persisted for a while, it would buy Yang Pojun more time to deal with the others.

However, he never expected that Zhu Zhuqing, who was only focusing on repeatedly jumping sideways to avoid the enemy's pursuit, accidentally bumped into Xie Yue's body, thus delaying Xie Yue's best opportunity to save people... …

Xie Meng screamed like a substance, recalled the moon blade, and then disappeared instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on...

On the other side, in anger, Yang Pojun did not hold back any more. When the fifth soul skill was activated, a circle of hot flames suddenly rose from around his body.

With one shot to destroy everything, he wanted to see how long Yan, who was also the Soul King, could sustain himself!

The instinct for crisis gave Yan an early warning, allowing him to catch the approaching danger in advance and immediately and decisively raise his hands to block.

"Ding!"

The next moment, dazzling sparks appeared in the air. After all, he was in the Soul King realm. Even though Yan was a bit miserable just now, it did not mean that he was a weakling.

Knowing that he could not defeat Yang Pojun, Yan simply gave up the attack and concentrated his soul power. His soul ring flashed and formed a dark red barrier on the surface of his body. This was his third soul skill and the only defensive one. Soul skills.

He believed that as long as he persisted, when Xie Yue eliminated the last person from Lan Ba ​​Academy, it would be Yang Pojun's turn to cry...

Looking coldly at Yan, who was fully defending, Yang Pojun suddenly used his strength, shooting one after another. Within a moment, more than a dozen gun shadows burst out almost simultaneously, slashing Yan's chest, limbs, throat... ....

Bringing up a series of dazzling sparks.

"Ding!"

Another dazzling spark burst out, Yan's expression suddenly stiffened, and his pupils briefly became dilated.

Do you think this is a physical attack?

Sorry, I am a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts!

It has to be said that Yan is worthy of being one of the golden generation valued by Bibi Dong. With his rough-skinned and thick-toned defense, if he were an ordinary opponent of the same level, there really would be nothing he could do against him.

However, it is a pity that he met a cheater!

The feeling of dizziness and numbness in the limbs made Yan's scalp tingle slightly, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

At this moment, he really had a lot of little questions in his heart!

This is so unscientific——

It was understandable for him to be beaten by Yang Pojun in a crushing posture. After all, although he was also the soul king, the difference in soul rings was too big. They had also discussed in private that in their opinion, Yang Pojun's kind of arrogance B. Although he is in the Soul King realm on the surface, his real strength should be comparable to that of the Soul Emperor.

Therefore, he accepted being beaten, but what did this sudden surge of weakness and trance mean?

Seeing Yan who was already stunned by the passive effect of his soul ring, Yang Pojun certainly would not miss this opportunity.

The second ring under his feet flashed, and then soared into the sky. Like a attacking goshawk, the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun instantly burst out with dazzling brilliance, complementing the scorching sun in the sky.

I'm about to finish... Yan complained in his heart, then shook his dizzy head, and once again gathered his soul power to protect his vitals!

Ding!

The rock-like arm blocked the spear, sparks lit up, and the violent energy exploded in ripples.

The Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Spear stabbed to the end, wiping out dazzling sparks on Yan's bulging arm. Without hesitation, Yang Pojun took advantage of the opportunity to spin around, and the second shot followed closely.

Dang Dang Dang...

He seemed to be transformed into a top, shooting one shot after another, like a sea wave. The residual power of each shot accumulated into the next shot, each shot stronger than the last.

The Yang family's gun and soul power were perfectly combined at this moment, and the profound Chinese martial arts once again blossomed in another world.

So strong... Yan resisted while staggering back. He seemed to be unsteady due to the impact of the wave of gun light, and was in danger of falling down at any time.

"Let's see how long you can hold on!"

Facing Yang Pojun with teasing eyes, Yan looked serious and was not angry. Instead, he held his breath and said in a deep voice: "Even if there are thousands of troops, I will still block them with one arm."

A simple translation is: I am a tough guy and I won’t give up even if I beat him to death.

"Okay, I like this character!" Yang Pojun smiled ferociously, turned around, and fired the last shot.

This shot reached the limit that Yang Pojun could reach now, and seemed to be the most stunning light in the world.

In the clear sky, a shining gun light lit up. It was extremely restrained and faster than light.

Yan saw a sharp cold light, which flashed away, and then, the gun light, which was faster than light, instantly pierced his chest.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a few seconds. It seemed that the dark red barrier could no longer withstand the majestic pressure from the outside world. It cracked and then exploded into a torrential rain of fine gas fragments.

Immediately afterwards, his body sank and he fell to the ground. A heartbreaking pain hit him. Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the blood overflowing from his chest.

His face suddenly froze, he raised his head again, looked at Yang Pojun blankly and murmured: "How is it possible..."

"Why is it impossible?" Yang Pojun turned his gun around and sneered: "Soul King? That's it?"

Yan's face turned livid, his body swayed, and a huge sense of frustration surged over him.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the anger that had just arisen, and suppressed the jealousy and frustration that surged in his heart that he didn't want to admit.

He knew that Yang Pojun had shown mercy, otherwise, this shot would definitely kill him...