Chapter 232 Nine Emperor Swords, 31 consecutive victories! [Additional update for "Gou Qing (710)"] A few minutes later. The four Contras fought their opponents and found that the purple mist around them was obviously much lighter. His own soul power can also be activated a little. They all turned their attention to Tang Lan. "The plan has changed, please deal with it first, kid!" "I think so too." "We can't let him get an advantage!" "on!" Faced with the siege of four people, Tang Lan threw the melon seeds into the river of blood.
The four people were more than ten meters apart and charged towards Tang Lan. This made Tang Lan a little regretful. "Since there is no chance left, then just go die." Although Tang Lan's physical strength is already titled Douluo. But he didn't choose close combat - what if someone exploded again? There was a flash of light. Fifteen Barretts appeared behind Tang Lan, being lifted up by spiritual power. The purple mist dispersed a little. Although the mental power is not yet lethal, it is still very easy to just lift Barrett. Four Contras. The slightly weaker three-pointed Barrett. The remaining three are four-barrels. Fire simultaneously. Locked by mental power, Tang San's specially made soul-breaking armor-piercing bullets were all aimed at their right eyes. fire!
“Boom))))=>” “Boom))))=>” “Boom))))=>” In the deafening roar. No surprises.
The four people were directly shot in the head, their heads flying all over the sky, and the blood mist merged with the purple mist. It exudes a strange blue color. The long-lost murderous aura came to him. The death energy is also absorbed by the evil eye, and the life span increases by another 2000 years. Came to 94017. It will be 10 years soon!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tang Lan sighed: "If the eight of you were shoulder to shoulder just now, I would really have a headache." After all, spiritual power is difficult to operate, which means that the skills are also difficult to use. As for the purest close combat, even the Immortal Seal cannot transform it. Only Lingbo Weibu can barely function without internal support. Definitely not as flexible as before. Even if he had the physique of a titled Douluo, he might still be beaten to death by random punches. But there is no regret medicine in the world. The result is
"9527 wins!" the referee said excitedly: "This is 9527's 11th consecutive victory!" "And it was within 24 hours, 11 consecutive wins!" "Breaking the fastest history in the Killing City!" "Let's wait and see, how big of a miracle can 9527 create?" "Please invite the next group of killer contestants!" The remaining 28 people all looked at each other warily. Afraid of being pushed down. "He used that trick again just now, and it must have cost more!" "If you go down now, you have a high probability of winning!" "Didn't you see just now that the 10 soul bones disappeared!" "It should be an illusion created by the soul bone technique or the domain." "Damn it! I was deceived by this brat!" Just when they regret it. The referee lost his patience and made a casual stroke. "The nine of you are finished!" The nine people looked unnatural, but they did not dare to refute.
I can only jump down with a dark face. I didn’t wait to stand firm. "The killing begins!" Following Tang Lan, the left arm of Snow Emperor Hantian's Extreme Ice appeared again. The familiar nine-handled imperial sword, the familiar nine swords came out at once. These nine people chose to scatter and run away, trying to use a wider radius to allow Tang Lan to deform. The person who also possessed the weapon soul directly threw his weapon soul towards Tang Lan through the air. Forcing him to use the Imperial Sword to back up the defense and distract him. I have to say, the effect is there. But not much. Tang Lan performed the Lingbo Micro Step, his body swaying like a ghost, avoiding the incoming weapon spirit. His feet didn't move at all. The five people who had lost their weapon souls could only use their bodies to resist the incoming Emperor Sword. The consequences are already determined. Then the person and his body-protecting soul were frozen. The emperor's sword turned around and killed the other four people. Ten seconds later. All the Contras who could control the wind and rain in the outside world died. Tang Lan sighed while collecting the bodies for them—— That is, in the city of killing. Otherwise, if Contra can use soul skills outside. Tang Lan had to put in a lot of effort to kill him. It can't be so easy. "The next group." The referee directly designated: "It's just you nine." Among the remaining 19 people, the designated 9 people gritted their teeth and ended up simply. ——The problem now is that Tang Lan’s soul power has been consumed too much!
Even if the first three games were easy, they still killed 27 Contras. They are the top few in the Killing City!
Here it is the landowner. If Tang Lan hadn't released the news about the 10-year-old soul bone, none of them would have appeared. Even if Tang Lan is a titled Douluo, killing them will cost a lot of money, right?
And
Such a small titled Douluo? They don't believe it. So they are in a hurry. After the referee announced that the killing had begun, he couldn't wait to kill Tang Lan. 结果
The familiar nine-handled imperial sword, the familiar nine swords came out at once. Nine people are desperate!
The four bloody ones among them, seeing no hope of survival, simply chose to self-destruct before the Emperor Sword could kill them!
The emperor's sword was blown away, and most of the spiritual power it contained was consumed. ——Contra's self-destruction should not be underestimated. But the same thing. Several nearby Contras were also dizzy from the explosion. Unable to parry the Emperor's Sword, he was frozen into an ice sculpture. Let Tang Lan end the battle faster. Of the 10 people left on the field, 9 were called up again. The only one left showed a thankful smile. Watching Tang Lan cut melons and vegetables, he then beheaded nine people. Confidence cannot be a fool who would choose to play now. And as long as there are not ten people together, the Hell Killing Fields cannot start. Once you leave the Hell Killing Fields, your registration will be deemed invalid. You can settle down now. He couldn't help but smile. However.
Tang Lan looked around the field and wrote lightly—— "According to the order I gave you yesterday, proceed one by one." "Numbers 1 to 8 will come down first." Eight ugly-looking people stood up with difficulty and rushed towards the killing field of hell. ——They had the same idea, to kill Tang Lan quickly! "What's going on with you?" Contra, who thought he had survived, said angrily: "You know clearly that there is something wrong with this kid, but you still rush here to die?" "The 10-year-old soul bones are most likely fake. Can't you see clearly?" "If you want to die, don't take me with you!" unfortunately
No matter how incompetent and furious he is, he can't change the outcome.
Under the gaze of the titled Douluo-level referee, he could only step onto the hell killing field with heavy steps. He glared at the eight people. Eight people glared back! Do you think we are willing to come up and die? It wasn't the evil star in front of him last night who rushed directly to his house with the God of Death and fed him a life-threatening thing. It's still possible to survive. If you don't come up, you will definitely die!
How would you choose?
"Cut the nonsense!" "We are all grasshoppers on the same rope!" "According to the plan discussed last night, we will kill this brat quickly!" "Whoever survives must help his dead brother fulfill his last wish!" "let's go!" At the referee's order. Bloody killings were staged one after another. The subsequent quality is not as high as that of Soul Douluo. Mixed with most of the seven-ring soul saints, six-ring soul emperors, and even the five-ring soul kings. There are no lower ones, and they dare not enter the inner city. But without exception, they all died at the hands of Tang Lan. The difference is. Only those who have become the Seventh Ring Soul Saint will temporarily have a whole corpse - this is the food of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. Fourteen consecutive wins, Seventeen consecutive wins, Twenty consecutive wins, until evening. Tang Lan was not consumed by the "quick fight and quick decision tactics" either. Instead, he left the killing field of hell with a 31-game winning streak safe and sound. Leave a legend behind. And
The externally attached soul bone that finally exceeded the 10-year limit - the evil eye! ! !
I’ll add another chapter today and continue tomorrow~
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