Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

After an interlude, Yang Pojun and the woman in black walked into the inner city.

"Hmm...Gulu..."

so exciting...

Although he was prepared in his heart, Yang Pojun did not expect to see such a lewd scene as soon as he entered the city...

Well, even though I was influenced by artists such as ***, Mr. Bo, and Mr. Ozawa in my previous life, watching them through a screen and at close range are two different things...

Is it really okay for you to show your prostitution in broad daylight in public?

If you are like this, then my head is a bit big...

"Pfft..."

Before Yang Pojun could get enough of it, the woman lying on the ground took advantage of the man above him to show his cleverness and stabbed him in the chest...

The man had no reaction to the oncoming killing move, and the unusually satisfied expression was still on his face!

Blood splashed all over the woman's face. She licked the hot blood at the corner of her mouth. The woman reached out and pushed away the corpse with a satisfied smile on her face. Without getting up, she twisted her waist and smiled charmingly at the nearby crowd with green eyes. laugh……

The crowd of people watching melon-eating seemed to have become accustomed to it. Not only did they not show violent mood swings, but they all had lewd smiles on their faces and looked eager to try.

"His grandma, I can't stand it anymore..." Pushing away the crowd, a sturdy middle-aged man walked over, then kicked the short knife out of the woman's hand and rushed towards her...

Damn...so sacrificial?

If you play like this, I suddenly feel like my head is getting bigger again...

"Women are a rare species in the city of killing. Although there are no rules here, over time, everyone has formed a potential tacit understanding, that is, they will not easily kill a woman for public entertainment, especially a young woman. ..." Looking at the scene in front of her, the woman in black had no expression on her face, her eyes were calm, and her tone was extremely calm. It was obvious that she was used to this kind of scene.

Understand, if blood is the hard currency in the killing city, then women are the scarcest golden nanmu here. Even if it is covered with white dew, even if they lose their lives for the sake of temporary pleasure, hungry men will still flock to it. .

After a complicated look back at the panting man and the squealing woman, Yang Pojun turned his head and followed the footsteps of the woman in black.

To be honest, being famous is not as good as meeting, and meeting is far better than being famous. At this moment, Yang Pojun felt that his heart was heavy. Both everything he saw in the outer city and the scene just now had deeply hurt his heart. At the same time, It trampled on his moral bottom line as a human being.

But he also understands that poor people must be hateful. People who can come to the killing city mean that they have no place in the outside world.

Well, good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Perhaps, the meaning of existence here is to punish those thugs who have committed heinous crimes.

boom--

Just when Yang Pojun was sighing in his heart, suddenly, a bloody thing dragged out a dazzling scarlet line on the street paved with bluestones, and then rolled to his feet.

hiss……

Taking a look at the unrecognizable human head at his feet, exuding the smell of blood, Yang Pojun felt a chill running down his spine...

"Haha, little bastard, hurry up and kick grandpa's trophy over here!"

Not far away, a ferocious-looking evil man held a short blade dripping with blood in his hand. He kicked the corpse in front of him and smiled unscrupulously at Yang Pojun.

On both sides of the street, the onlookers vigilantly kept a safe distance from others while staring at Yang Pojun with malicious intent.

"Buck, do you want to break the rules?" Her face darkened, and the woman in black calmly stood in front of Yang Pojun again.

"Where, where, I just want to get my loot back!" He licked the sharp short blade with his tongue, and the strong man looked at the woman in black with a smile.

Unlike the man at the city gate before, this strong man named Buck didn't seem to be very afraid of the woman in black.

"Go away -" she frowned, and the woman in black scolded her sternly.

Well, Yang Pojun suddenly found that he still took it for granted. There was a big difference between reading a book and being there. Here, not only was it filled with confusing colors, but also the wanton violence would flow involuntarily. Come to mind.

There is no need to deliberately control it here. Under the killings that can be seen everywhere, killing intent will continue to surge up.

"Um……"

The moment Yang Pojun followed the woman in black and walked past Buck, the man with a sinister face suddenly came up to him, with a sarcastic smile on his sinister face and a few drops of warm water hanging from the corner of his mouth. blood.

"Hehe... the little guy looks good, with fine skin and tender flesh, Jie Jie... After the protection period, I want to have a taste first..."

The corners of her eyes twitched, and the woman in black's face became more and more gloomy. She looked at Buck coldly, and the rising and falling chest indicated the extremely angry mood in her heart at the moment.

Seeing the joking expressions of the people around him, Yang Pojun silently took a step back and stared at Buck expressionlessly: "You just said that you need a glass of blood to enter the killing fields of hell, right?"

"Buck has won seven consecutive games in the Hell Killing Fields..." Frowning, the woman in black reminded kindly.

Well... that is to say, this guy named Buck is very powerful. He has won seven games in a row, killed 63 people and can still live unharmed. He is not an ordinary person...

"Hey, little guy, you want to go to the Killing Fields of Hell? Do you need a Bloody Mary? Well, stick your butt up, let me feel good, and I will reward you with two cups, how about it?" Buck teased as he licked his lips. looked at Yang Pojun.

"[-], I need to remind you that your protection period is still eleven hours long. If you take action with others now, I will..."

puff-

Before the woman in black could finish her words, a gorgeous spear had instantly pierced Buck's throat!

The joking expression froze on his face, and Buck's eyes widened in disbelief!

"You..." After opening her mouth, the woman in black's pupils narrowed suddenly, staring at Yang Pojun, and did not speak for a long time.

This is the first time that the woman in black has seen Yang Pojun take action. The gorgeous spear spirit, the movements are smooth and decisive, without any sloppiness. In fact, the woman in black didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation in soul power just now...

This is precisely the reason why Buck was successfully attacked without any preparation.

Knowing the whole thing at a glance, being able to kill Buck, who had won seven games in a row in the Hell Killing Fields without using his soul power, the woman in black had to re-examine this seemingly harmless young man...

"You...yes, it's you, come here and help me get a glass of blood..." Withdrawing the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, Yang Pojun turned his head and shouted to the melon-eaters closest to him.

"Uh..." The melon-eaters who were targeted by Yang Pojun were stunned. They were about to scream, but they gave up the next moment...

At this moment, Yang Pojun's eyes were as sharp as a needle. When he looked into his eyes, the people who were eating melons seemed to feel the actual killing intent. Thinking about Buck who had just died in silence, the arrogance in his throat could not be squeezed out no matter what. come out.

Although Yang Pojun was suspected of a sneak attack just now, the fact that he could kill the battle-hardened Buck in an instant showed that he also possessed terrifying strength.

He felt like he was locked by a force of energy, and the people eating melons felt like falling into an ice cellar, and his back felt like a snake was crawling across it. He felt like he was hovering on the edge of life and death.

Similar feelings often occurred in the killing fields of hell, which made him afraid to move.

No one is not afraid of death, especially people with heinous crimes like them. If they are really not afraid of death, why would they hide in the killing city?

Until the figure of the woman in black and Yang Pojun disappeared, the others suddenly started breathing heavily, like people who were about to drown.

Especially the melon-eating crowd who had just come into close contact with Yang Pojun were already soaked with sweat.