Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

There is no doubt that Yang Pojun's performance on the first day was perfect!

The feat of killing more than [-] people by a single person made the onlookers fearful when they saw his fierce fighting power.

However, the next day, when he walked out of the Hell Killing Fields and saw the crowds of people outside, to be honest, he was really a little confused...

After all, Yang Pojun also understood that one killing alone was not enough to establish his image as an enemy of thousands of people.

Therefore, he was also prepared to go on a killing spree for several days...

But he never expected that so many people would come after hearing the news today...

To say a thousand people is a bit exaggerated, but one or two hundred people is just about the same!

Of course, this does not include those who are hiding in the outermost areas and have the mentality of fishing in troubled waters and those who are just watching the fun!

between--

has a problem--

There is definitely something wrong——

Looking at the black sea outside and the greedy crowd in his eyes, Yang Pojun's first thought was not how to break out of the encirclement, but that he felt that he had been tricked...

Plan before taking action, this is the basic skill of the old silver coin. In Yang Pojun's plan, for a period of time in the future, he will definitely be the most delicious Tang Monk meat in the killing city, and everyone will want to take a bite.

Every day there are people who want to try their luck, but the number of people is not very large!

The reason is very simple. This is a city of killings, not the outside world. Unlike the outside world, here, it can be said that there is a lack of the most basic trust between people. Let alone friends, even the most normal communication is rare.

Moreover, people are selfish, and they never want more people to share a piece of the pie. After all, there is only one soul bone. If there are too many people, even if they can kill themselves, the probability of them eventually getting the soul bone will be small. a lot of.

Therefore, due to the lack of information and selfish motives, the number of people who attack him is definitely within control!

According to my own expectations, after I turn on the powerful Tianlong mode and subdue several waves of monsters, the number of people who dare to rob and kill me will gradually decrease, and no one will even dare to covet me anymore.

However, in just one day, it seemed that everyone in the Killing City knew that there was a soul bone in his body that could quickly restore physical strength, and they had the foresight to come together to surround him the next day...

The speed at which this information spreads, if no one is behind the scenes, then it would really be damned...

As for who is this troublemaker?

So why bother even thinking about it?

Apart from the grandson of the King of Slaughter, who else in the City of Slaughter can have such great energy...

As for why he did it?

Ok……

Bibi Dong is one of the two existing killing gods in the world. Do you think she would easily send someone in if she was not sure?

Obviously, the King of Slaughter is not a stick, and he understands this.

Knowing the whole thing at a glance, coupled with his performance on the first day, he realized that with the soul bones and weird martial arts in his body, he was very likely to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, and there was a high probability that he would eventually pass the hell. Lu, became the ninth murderer in a thousand years!

As the controller of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter understands how much of a threat the God of Death poses to the City of Slaughter, so he never hopes that a third God of Death will appear in this world...

Well, although I guessed that the King of Slaughter was behind it, solving the crisis at hand is the key...

Facing a group of vicious thugs, Yang Pojun did not act rashly like he did on the first day. Of course, he did not back down either. He would not use the external soul bone skill unless absolutely necessary.

The mental power spread instantly, and the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Gun turned from virtual to real. Walking out of the door of the Hell Killing Fields, Yang Pojun moved two steps beside the image without leaving any trace.

Facing the siege of more than a hundred people, the best way is to fight with your back to the wall, which can reduce the enemy's attack range and avoid being attacked from the back and flanks...

The bloody battle begins in an instant!

The crowd swept in like a wave, and at this moment Yang Pojun turned into a stubborn rock that refused to retreat, withstanding wave after wave of fierce attacks...

The entire battle lasted for about half a day, and outside the Hell Killing Fields, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The thick blood turned into several streams and dyed the whole street red. The stacked corpses were like a hill, with minced flesh mixed with brains, red and white, and the fishy smell lingered for a long time...

As the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Spear pierced the chest of the last enemy, it not only declared that the battle with a huge disparity in numbers was officially over, Yang Pojun also proved to everyone that what he said yesterday was not a joke!

The human sea tactic is nothing to mention in front of me...

"Who else--"

The sound rolled and echoed in the empty streets.

In the continuous bloody light, Yang Pojun, with disheveled hair and holding the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, stood on the mountain of corpses covered in blood and looked down on the trembling crowd in the distance...

The clothes stained red by blood are in tatters, and the flesh and skin are rolled up under the torn clothes. One against a hundred, even though he can gain a steady stream of soul power by devouring the essence and blood of others, even though he can defeat everyone with the weird and unpredictable Yang family's gun skills. Kill.

However, after all, he is not a god. Facing the siege of hundreds of people, it is inevitable to get injured...

However, even though he looked extremely miserable now, his sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, gave everyone a great sense of oppression.

At this moment, whether it was someone who originally planned to fish in troubled waters or someone who simply wanted to join in the fun, there was a chill in his heart...

Is this still human?

One against a hundred, really one against a hundred...

Moreover, although it seems that he is injured now, everyone understands that no matter who it is, if he rushes forward with any chance of luck, the result will definitely be another undead on the mountain of corpses.

Because, the injury is an injury, but the fluctuation of soul power in his body is not less...

Well, the gold and silver mountains are certainly arousing people's envy, but if you know that you will die if you go up there, as long as you are not lacking in foresight, you will know how to make the decision.

"I have a soul bone in my body that can quickly restore physical strength and soul power. If it doesn't come up now, you won't have a chance when I recover from my injuries. After all, next time, even if someone plans a plan, you may not be able to get it together. So many people came to die..."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Pojun looked at the crowd in the distance with a sinister look...

When Yang Pojun saw this, several people in black clothes in the crowd visibly panicked and subconsciously retreated.

Then he quickly calmed down his emotions and remained the same, but did not look here again.

....Seeing the subconscious panic after I said this, this is a sign of guilty conscience... Although I made remedial measures and acted relatively calm, my unswerving manner only showed my guilty conscience... .At first glance, he is not a professional actor...

Without hesitation, he ignored those guys who looked like the scoundrels of the King of Slaughter. Yang Pojun dragged the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun and slowly walked down the mountain of corpses...

Wherever they passed, everyone subconsciously moved out of the way, with a hint of fear in their eyes, as if they were afraid that the murderous demon king had not had enough killing just now and would take a chance and shoot himself.

"hiss……"

Yang Pojun, who had just walked out of the crowd, suddenly stopped, turned around, and glanced at the crowd: "190 nine people, Ma De, my damn obsessive-compulsive disorder has happened again, I can't even miss one..."

coax--

In the blink of an eye, everyone outside the Hell Killing Fields jumped on their backs, and in just a moment, they were all gone.

In the center of the Killing City, in a dark and spacious room.

On a luxurious chair inlaid with blue and purple crystals, a slender figure sat on it contentedly, holding a glass of bright red blood.

"ended?"

A low voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, and two scarlets flashed in the darkness.

"To the great king, the battle is over!" In the darkness, the cold voice contained no emotion.

"Haha, I was able to persist for so long under the siege of more than a hundred people. It seems that my decision was correct. Otherwise, in the near future, another killing god will be born in the killing city..." He drank the blood. At the end of the day, the King of Slaughter seemed to be in a good mood: "How about it, does he have a soul bone in his body? Whose hands did it end up in?"

Indeed, as Yang Pojun guessed, the mastermind behind this long-planned siege is the master of the Slaughter City, and his purpose is very clear, that is, he does not want a new killing god to be born from the Slaughter City. .

"Your Majesty..."

In the darkness, the cold voice seemed to hesitate to speak!

"Why, is there more than one soul bone?" In the darkness, two scarlet wisps appeared again, and a huge aura suddenly enveloped the entire space.

"No...it's not...it's because [-] was not killed..." The cold voice became a little frightened, and the trembling voice indicated that she was not at peace at the moment.

"Not killed?" The scarlet eyes suddenly became sharp, and the invisible pressure increased. With a trace of doubt, the King of Slaughter turned his head uncertainly: "You mean, that [-] killed everyone? people?"

"Your Majesty, yes...[-] not only killed everyone who attacked him, but he also seemed to realize that we were behind it..."

King of Slaughter: "???"

He stared at the dark place with an unbelievable look for a few seconds, and said displeasedly: "Don't be ridiculous, how could he kill everyone by himself, and those who were watching? Didn't they take action? Even if he kills everyone, I don’t believe he still has the strength to deal with the sneak attacks from the others!”

"Huh... Your Majesty, those bitches were frightened out of their wits. After killing the people, they were so frightened that they fled in panic..."

"A word? What words?"

"He said he had obsessive-compulsive disorder and killed 190 people, one short of reaching [-]..."

click-

The cup in the Slaughter King's hand turned into powder in an instant, and then, there was a deathly silence in the endless darkness.

"Phew... I understand, please step back..." After a long time, the cold voice of the King of Slaughter sounded again. His tone was neither sad nor happy, making it difficult to understand his true thoughts at the moment.

"Your Majesty, should we try to contact him? With that magical soul bone, I'm afraid it won't help to use more people. I have to admit that in addition to that soul bone, this 57 also has Terrifying killing skills, the people who besieged him this time were many Contra-level experts, and the leader was a Titled Douluo who had won [-] consecutive games in the Hell Killing Fields. Although this [-] soul power was not Very strong, but with these two, I think that in the Killing City, no one can kill him without using soul skills. If such a strong person joins, the strength of the Killing City will definitely be improved. Lou, and this also avoids the possibility of him becoming the next God of Killing..."

"No need, the God of Killing sent him in just to make him the next God of Killing. He will not join our camp..." After waving his hand, the King of Killing sighed slightly.

"Uh... In that case, can we use the law enforcement team..."

"Hmph..." Glancing coldly into the darkness, the Slaughter King's tone was full of hostility: "Do you want to destroy the Slaughter City?"

thump--

"My subordinates dare not..."

"Don't you dare? Don't you dare say that? Why don't I want another killing god to appear? Just because every killing god can use soul skills within the scope of the killing city, the killing god who sent him in , even I dare not offend easily. If she breaks the rules and arouses her anger, the city of killing will fall into an endless abyss, and she will even destroy the entire city of killing..."

"But... Your Majesty, didn't you leave such an instruction on the allegorical wall of our Slaughter City? The arrival of the God of Death, the disaster of hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it disturbed the City of Slaughter. The damage was severe. If it happens again this time, I'm afraid..."

In the darkness, the cold voice had a hint of urgency. Unlike the criminal thugs outside, for those of them who sacrificed their souls to the King of Slaughter, the destruction of the Slaughter City meant that they would disappear together, so , every time a new killing god is born in the city of killing, they will feel sincere fear.

"what--"

In the darkness, scarlet blood spurted out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter. The surrounding air suddenly became thicker, and the thick blood filled the air wantonly. As a sharp scream sounded, in the corner, an embossed body appeared. Youzhi's body began to tremble violently.

"Huh, the rules are the rules. This time we have crossed the line in the siege. It would be okay if he is dead. Since he is not dead, we can no longer take action at will, let alone break the rules and dispatch the law enforcement team. Otherwise, through hell Road, the God of Killing can return to the City of Killing at any time. If the God of Killing knows that we are blatantly taking action, doing so will be a truly devastating disaster for the City of Killing."

Glancing coldly at the corner, the Slaughter King waved his hand. In the distance, a dense blood mist instantly condensed into a few drops of strange red blood.

With a flick of his finger, the coquettish blood droplets instantly flew in front of him. He opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the blood droplets into his belly. As the corners of the Slaughter King's mouth opened, two strange fangs were vaguely exposed in the darkness.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the soft armchair. The Slaughter King rubbed his forehead and murmured to himself: "This is unreasonable, this is unreasonable. There really is such a magical soul bone in the world." ....”