Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

Day three!

Yang Pojun, who was resurrected with full health, walked into the killing field of hell again as if nothing had happened.

However, the moment he walked into the killing field of hell, he saw an extremely strange scene!

Unlike the bustling auditorium in the past, there was no one under the ring today!

Empty?

Yes, that’s right, it’s really empty!

Seeing this scene, Yang Pojun subconsciously felt a sense of conspiracy...

"You old bastard..." He thought he was unlucky and cursed secretly. This reminded him of the experience of being led to wear small shoes in his previous life. It was fashionable and could say: I quit!

But the Killing City is not a workplace. You can come and leave as you please...

"Give me some shoes, right? Just wait. I can't beat you, but I can beat your grandson..." Yang Pojun exhaled a breath of anger.

When the staff reminded him to go on stage, Yang Pojun almost flipped the table!

He is now very sure that this is another big show carefully arranged for himself by the King of Slaughter!

He even suspected that there would be some different scenes in this game. It was very likely that under the instruction of the King of Slaughter, one or two guys who could use soul skills would appear!

However, this idea was quickly rejected by him. First, it was impossible for the King of Slaughter not to know who sent him in.

Unless he is confident that he can cover up this fact, as long as any killing god knows the cause and effect of the matter, what is waiting for him in the killing city is likely to be the endless anger of an extreme douluo.

Compared with the potential danger of myself, as the God of Death who has walked through the road to hell, that is the biggest threat to the Killing City!

As the master of the Slaughter City, the Slaughter King would never dig his own grave unwisely.

Second, in the original work, both Tang San and Hu Liena eventually achieved a hundred consecutive victories, and passed the road to hell to become the God of Death.

Therefore, according to this logic, although the King of Slaughter does not want the God of Killing to appear again, he will not do anything that violates the principles. At most, it will just create some obstacles secretly!

As Yang Pojun imagined, there were no rule breakers in this game.

The whole game can be described as extremely boring. After all, it is a junior game, and the opponent is weak. Even though there are three soul emperor level experts among the remaining nine people on the stage, they still look so weak in the hands of Yang Pojun. hit.

Since the problem is not in the ring, there must be someone waiting for me outside...

Is this a group battle with hundreds of people, or a siege with thousands of people?

Hmm... maybe I have to use the skill of attaching external soul bones today...

With many doubts, Yang Pojun walked out of the killing field of hell with a gloomy expression...

hiss……

Seeing the formation outside, Yang Pojun's eyes suddenly tightened...

Outside the door, the crowd could not be overstated to describe it as a huge crowd!

However, the imagined group attack did not appear!

There were only a few people standing in front of Yang Pojun, and the rest hid far away in tacit agreement, silently watching the upcoming peak showdown.

"Title: Lieyan, level 91 attack-type war soul master, codename 63, currently [-] wins!"

"Title: Xie Mei, level 93 assault type battle spirit master, codename 63, currently [-] wins!"

"Title: Blood Demon, level [-] attack-type battle spirit master, codename [-], currently [-] wins!"

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Different from the previous two days when they started fighting over disagreements, the dozen or so people standing in front of Yang Pojun today were obviously very elegant. Of course, their ranks were not comparable to those of the previous group of reckless men.

After listening to their self-introductions, Yang Pojun extracted two key points.

First, there were a total of fifteen people in front of him, nine Titled Douluo and six Soul Douluo.

Second, although their soul powers vary, they all have one thing in common, that is, their current wins are all around sixty.

As we all know, the rule of the Hell Killing Fields is that the difference in the number of wins between players who appear at the same time will not exceed five games. In other words, if these people participate in the Hell Killing Fields, they are likely to be ranked together.

The higher the victory, the stronger the opponent and the lower the chance of survival!

Generally speaking, those who can enter the Killing City are not good people, and they have no intention of leaving again.

Therefore, their purpose in participating in the Hell Killing Fields is simply to obtain better living conditions.

To be on the safe side, most strong players will frantically participate in games in the early stage to accumulate wins, and then settle for enjoyment. Unless the games they have accumulated in the past are exhausted, they will never go out easily, especially those with higher wins. .

Even some people who know that they are not strong enough will sacrifice their blood to survive after the number of matches has been exhausted.

Obviously, the appearance of Yang Pojun gave some strong players who had run out of games a hope of survival.

Participating in the Hell Killing Fields competition, they have to face nine opponents who are not weak to themselves at the same time. This is not a reason for them to really retreat. The key is that after finally getting out of the ring, they will also face some people with ulterior motives. sneak attack.

Therefore, even if they were confident of defeating others, they were not confident of breaking out from the next sneak attack.

But it's different now. As long as you kill this [-] and get the soul bone in his body, you no longer have to worry about weakness...

However, unlike the people from the previous two days, they were not bewitched by the King of Slaughter and blindly followed the trend to besiege Yang Pojun before making a decision. After all, they were the old silver coins who had been hanging around in the City of Slaughter for so long. .

They smelled an unusual conspiracy. When would the King of Slaughter intervene in the disputes below for no reason?

Sure enough, after the first two days of observation, they discovered that this [-] was by no means so easy to deal with.

Although the fluctuations in his soul power showed that he was not particularly strong, his endless killing methods and endless soul power allowed him to survive the siege of countless people unharmed.

However, this also allowed everyone to see the value of the soul bone in his body.

Greed is human nature. No one wants to continue to survive in the killing city. Therefore, it is rare that these thugs who usually want to stab each other in the back get in touch and finally reach a consensus and join forces to kill [-] first. Zero, as for the ownership of the soul bone, let’s kill him first...

Different from the cannon fodder of the previous two days, this group of people is at the ceiling level of the Hell Killing Fields.

Since the human sea tactic doesn't work, then use top combat power to concentrate fire to eliminate him...

Soul power surged, and the leader of the titled Douluo drew out an ink-colored sickle with a cold light, and the blade flashed away!

The hand holding the knife waved: "Do it!"

The battle is imminent!

There are fifteen people in total, ten weapon soul masters and five beast soul masters!

Different from the melee in the previous two days, these fifteen people not only improved their combat effectiveness, but also had some cooperation with each other!

The beast soul master is responsible for being a human shield, and the weapon soul master is responsible for attacking and killing!

The onlookers' eyes widened, they didn't dare to take a breath, and they huddled in every corner. On the roadside and under the eaves, they watched this newcomer who had risen to fame compete with the top combat power of the killing city.

boom--

The surging soul power is running wildly, and the martial soul tempered by the ice and fire eyes is blowing and breaking.

Just one round of collision immediately made several beast soul masters feel an inexplicable chill.

"There is something wrong with his martial spirit..." His face suddenly changed, and one of the beast spirit masters retreated in panic.

As expected of an old silver coin that has been battle-tested for a long time, after a simple collision, it was instantly apparent that there was a huge difference between the Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun and other martial arts spirits.

The remaining fourteen people subconsciously and vigilantly retreated to avoid the sharp edge.

After a wave of tentative attacks, there was a brief period of calm, and the opponent was not in a hurry to take action.

"Don't panic, his soul power is far inferior to ours. Although the soul bone can restore the soul power, the prerequisite is to kill one of us. As long as we are more careful and don't let him take advantage of it, it will kill him. "

Turning his head, the leader of the titled Douluo looked at Yang Pojun with a ferocious smile, his eyes were cold and his tone was cold.

Nine Titled Douluo and six Soul Douluo, this kind of lineup is enough to destroy any powerful sect outside.

However, facing an ant who was not at the Soul Emperor level, they chose this shameless way of fighting!

Besieged but not attacked——

With a contemptuous laugh, Yang Pojun felt that what he said was reasonable, but nothing is absolute!

If others thought that their swallowing skills came from soul bones, then Yang Pojun wanted to tell them that I have more than one soul bone in my body!

After taking a deep breath, Yang Pojun suddenly fell silent. Today, let these fifteen strong men establish their unrivaled image at the cost of their lives...

Opening his eyes again, as the figure flickered, violent energy surged in, like a sea tide.

Concentrate a little bit and get to the top!

Everyone saw only a tiny ray of red light that flashed away, and they saw Yang Pojun rushing towards the titled Douluo directly in front of him like a ghost!

With one move, the whole body was moved. As Yang Pojun took the lead in attacking, fifteen people started to move at the same time!

Facing the oncoming attack, the faces of the people in front showed sneers as if their treacherous plot had succeeded!

Among the rest of the onlookers, some turned their heads away, while others whistled and laughed strangely.

One against fifteen, how dare you charge like a madman?

Have you forgotten that there is someone behind you?

Sure enough, as the frontal battle began, behind Yang Pojun, a titled Douluo quietly approached, his face flashed with joy, he controlled the giant sword, and slashed with all his strength.

Want a face?

It doesn't exist. Where is the City of Killing and what kind of people are in the City of Killing?

Can a shameless person come here?

As long as it kills people, what about a sneak attack?

Winner or loser, the dead are not qualified to comment on the living!

However, just when he was about to take the opportunity to kill this newcomer who knew nothing about the world, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his mind!

puff-

His premonition was very accurate. Before the giant sword fell, a spear tip shining with cold light accurately stabbed his chest. His eyes were wide open and he froze on the spot. He really couldn't understand. This [-] He was clearly fighting with the enemy in front of him a second ago, without even looking back. Where on earth did this weird shot come from?

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Click, click, click... In the sound of bones breaking, the body stabbed by the blood dragon soul-shaking gun shriveled up quickly, and the screams stopped.

With a sneer on his face, Yang Pojun calmly withdrew the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Gun and stared at the leader in front of him with a chilling gaze...

Swallowing hard, the other fourteen people took a step back in unison. The head of the titled Douluo suddenly had his face distorted, his cheek muscles bulged, and veins sprouted on his forehead. His right arm holding the sickle was shaking violently, feeling extremely uncomfortable. stable.

The clear light in Yang Pojun's eyes flashed again, and he growled lowly: "So what about Titled Douluo? Without soul skills, in my eyes you are nothing more than ants that can be ravaged at any time!"

There was silence all around. The besiegers and the gangsters who were joining in the fun all retreated, looking at Yang Pojun in fear, and then looked away the next moment, not daring to attract the attention of this terrible person, for fear of becoming the second person. Two poor people who died silently.

Behind Yang Pojun, there was someone trembling with fear, holding the martial soul with trembling hands. His skin was covered in pimples, and every nerve was sending signals of danger and escape.

After observing the past two days, almost everyone understood one thing.

This [-] has unpredictable killing methods. Even if he cannot use soul skills, with the blessing of soul power, a gun in his hand is like a dragon. He will attack you from any unexpected place. attack.

Especially after he kills the first person, he will gain a steady stream of soul power by absorbing energy through the soul bone. This is why the human sea tactic does not work for him.

Just now, she had said with certainty that she would consume him to death, but now...

Run away, run away quickly, or I will die... Huge fear exploded in my heart, resisting the urge to escape, and said with a forced smile: "Come together, we have no way out now, Hun I don’t want the bones anymore, kill him and divide the soul bones between you!”

Suddenly, when everyone was hesitating whether to continue to besiege Yang Pojun, they suddenly realized that something was wrong and raised their heads suddenly, only to find that the person who had just encouraged them to attack had escaped alone, leaving everyone behind.

This...the remaining thirteen people's pupils shrank, and an ominous premonition filled their hearts.

After looking at each other, several people retreated together!

Fifteen against one wouldn't work, now there are thirteen people...

In an instant, the dozen or so people who had just been working together no longer hesitated and dispersed towards both sides of the street, like birds and animals. The street in front of Yang Pojun suddenly became empty.

If no one was killed, maybe they would continue fighting with the intention of killing Yang Pojun, but facing a Yang Pojun with inexhaustible soul power and weird killing methods?

They suddenly felt a huge threat and pressure.

Well, no one expected that such a huge peak showdown would end in such a dramatic scene!

Stepping on the blood, the Blood Dragon Soul-Shocking Gun turned into a trail of blood on the street. Yang Pojun walked out steadily, no one dared to stop him. When he took a step, the onlookers took a step back.

"Coward—" Yang Pojun cast a mocking glance at the trembling crowd. He felt that after this battle, no one would dare to attack him anymore, right?