Douluo's dark martial arts

"This is! The orthodoxy of the Tang Sect!!"

Since coming to this world... No!Even including his previous life, Tang San had never experienced such a domineering Xuan Tian Kung.

If the earliest Xuantian Technique was a steady stream, then the current Xuantian Technique is a waterfall flying down three thousand feet.

The former represents the vigorous vitality of Bashan and Shu, while the latter represents the dangers of Bashan and Shu.

There are only less than a hundred or so soul masters or great soul masters. The seemingly large number makes people feel overwhelmed.

But in fact, compared with the current Tang San, with the support of the mutated Xuantian Kung, he is completely like a tiger among the sheep, and he is the real danger.

"This technique is the ironclad proof that my Tang Sect is orthodox! Even God help me, what the hell do you think you are!"

Tang San stepped on the Ghost Shadow Fan's footsteps and charged forward, moving down the mountain like a fierce tiger. With a cold and cruel smile on his lips, he used vicious moves one by one at the frightened spirit masters.

Tear, tear, collapse, break

The control of the crane and the capture of the dragon, which originally focused on the technique of breaking softly, has now become a vicious move that splits the muscles and bones in Tang San's hands. For a moment, all the injured people lost their ability to resist, covering their shortcomings and wailing in unison, and the next second His throat and chest were severely trampled by Tang San's steps.

Some smart spirit masters saw that Tang San's punches and kicks were so vicious that their own level was difficult to cope with, so they began to retreat one after another, using the bodies of their companions in front as cover to use their own martial spirits to try to consume the opponent from a distance.

"Hmph! You're here and you want to run away!"

Sideways dodging a flying knife that flew past his face, Tang San stared coldly at the back of the spirit master who had missed and tried to escape.

When he mentioned breathing, his arm muscles trembled slightly. In less than a blink of an eye, a bone-penetrating nail passed through a layer of red soul power and quickly imagined an escape from the soul master's back head.

Sensing the danger, the spirit rings under his feet lit up, and he tried to use his spirit power barrier to withstand Tang San's attack.

In the past, his idea would have been possible, because Tang San wasn't used to using bone-penetrating nails, a relatively heavy defense-breaking weapon.

But the overbearing Mutated Xuantian Technique has now made the Penetrating Bone Nail a constant companion around Tang San.

The domineering soul power was wrapped in the bone-penetrating nail that was good at breaking through obstacles. Under Tang San's full speed and rapid fire, the red-glow bone-penetrating nail penetrated the soul power barrier put up by the escaping soul master without any hindrance.

The sharp nail tip broke open the skull at the back of the head with extra force, penetrated deeply into the opponent's brain, and then exited from the eye socket.

More than one person died;

On the trajectory of the hidden weapon Tang San waved, in less than two breaths, the bone-penetrating nail that penetrated the soul master took away another person's life.

It entered from the eye socket and went straight into the brain. A small nail tip penetrated the skull and was exposed to the air. The leader who was not far away almost collapsed on the ground.

Time passed by minute by second, and Tang San completely turned into a bloody Shura in the crowd,

Except for the critical moment when he would use Blue Silver Grass to control the battle situation and grasp the timing, he spent the rest of the time familiarizing himself with the Mutated Xuantian Technique.

The sharp and piercing blood jade hand, the sudden advance of ghost shadow fans, the splitting of muscles and bones to control the crane and capture the dragon...

Tang San fought more and more fiercely in the crowd, and even he might not have noticed that as more and more blood stained his hands, his own emotions became more extreme.

By the end of the battle, she was no longer satisfied with simply splitting her muscles and bones. She used her fists, legs, knees and elbows to full effect. She possessed the domineering Mutated Xuantian Technique. Even the beast soul masters of the same level who were strong attack types were no match for him.

"Quick! Come on!"

The frightened war leader saw Tang San looking at him with a ferocious expression, and quickly spoke out to find someone else for help.

However, when he looked around, there was no one who could save him. Those who could be beaten in his memory were all lying in a pool of blood at the moment, their bodies twitching unconsciously.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I'm from the Ma family!"

Facing the danger of life and death, the war leader completely lost his mind and begged loudly,

"I can give you money! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

Our Ma family is very rich!As long as you can save my life, you can say whatever you want about the money! "

"Is the Ma family famous?"

Tang San casually threw away the "corpse" in his hand, with its neck and flesh torn off. The soul master who was not completely dead was struggling desperately in front of the war leader.

It seemed that he knew that his life could not be saved. In the later stages of his life, he simply stopped struggling. Instead, he widened his eyes and stared fiercely at the supervising leader who called him here today.

Why do you want to ask yourself to die! ! !

Everyone is afraid of death, especially when they watch other people die in front of them and witness a life passing by before their eyes.

In order to survive, the war leader no longer cared about his humble state and nodded.

"Famous! The Ma family is famous for not being interested in money. As long as you ask, they will send you any amount of money."

Is the Ma family rich?

Of course he has money, and what he said is true. The Ma family is the main shareholder responsible for managing the Tiandou City Soul Arena. The daily turnover is enough for ordinary people to eat, drink and have fun for a lifetime.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see how a supervising war leader could be worthy of the Ma family spending a lot of money to save him.

To put it bluntly, this is just a small gangster leader. Whose noble family would go crazy and take money to save people for a gangster leader?

You must know that the hardest money in the world to earn is the money in the pockets of the rich. It is impossible to get money out of their pockets without some important value.

Because these nobles have gone through too much cruel competition in their development, stepping on human blood steamed buns is the real theme for them.

Saving people and doing good deeds?

Well...of course there are, but not many, at least it has nothing to do with this time,

But who would have thought that after hearing about the Ma family's power, Tang San actually stopped and prepared to let go of the war supervisor in front of him.

Even an idiot could hear the scary words made up by the war chief in order to survive. Naturally, Tang San didn't believe it, but he had his own ideas on this matter.

"Go back and tell the Ma family that it's not too late today.

From now on, give me one thousand... no, ten thousand gold soul coins every day, otherwise I will kill every member of the Ma family on sight! "

Tang San looked coldly at the completely frightened Supervisor and said coldly,

Both of them are out-and-out liars, one is trying to survive, the other is trying to throw dirty water on others.

Unfortunately, Tang San didn't expect that just when he said these words, Tiqi's people were really wandering in the corridor of Ma's house,

Looking at the closed doors, Luo Wensong, led by the second son of the Ma family, went all the way to the owner's bedroom.

The second son of the Ma family pointed at the wooden door and said seriously, "As long as you kill him and let me inherit the family,

Not to mention one Notting Insurance Chamber of Commerce, even ten of them I will spend money to support you! "

"It's a cliche family rivalry plot, but as long as you can fulfill your promise, I don't mind."

After Luo Wensong activated his martial spirit, he suddenly seemed to have turned into a ghost. He stood in front of the door and slowly stretched out his fingers.

Boom!dong dong!

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