Douluo: Ning Rongrong summons players to dominate the continent

It's a good thing that no one is chasing them, but when they get to the door, they can only face the thick and tall iron door.

Several titled Douluo were suppressed and beaten, and they had a place to vent their anger. They used their hands to smash the iron door with a bang.

Just as he was about to take the people away, then...there was another iron door behind him.

Before she could smash the second iron door, there were slight footsteps coming from all around, and Bibi Dong looked over in alarm.

The sound of rustling was endless, and in an instant, they were surrounded by more than 3000 people.

"What does this mean?" Bibi Dong frowned.

The crowd fell silent, and suddenly a road separated. Immediately, a girl in a blue luxurious dress moved lightly and walked out slowly.

Her raised face was extremely beautiful, a figure that could be said to be stunning to a country. She had silver-gray hair and ice-blue starry eyes. Her astonishing beauty made the soul masters of Wuhun Hall feel in a daze and couldn't move their eyes away.

The night wind blew the hem of her blue skirt like ripples on the sea, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens who came to the moon, emerging from the dust with beauty.

But here is a very familiar face to Bibi Dong: "Ning Rongrong, you don't think you and these rubbish can stop us, do you?"

Bibi Dong glanced around and saw that only Ning Rongrong was here, and no one else came. The fluctuations in the soul power of these soul masters were extremely weak, only about ten or twenty levels.

Ning Rongrong raised his finger and shook it: "Of course not. Your Majesty the Pope is considered an unparalleled master in the world. Naturally, I don't think they can stop you, but..."

She paused and her expression changed quickly: "Rather, I want you all to die here!"

Bibi Dong was scornful, the little girl is indeed a little girl, how could it be possible...

Before she could speak, she saw someone beside Ning Rongrong carrying a tube of dark utensils, and pressed it lightly.

An object the size of a man's fist rushed over with a huge roar, as fast as lightning, and it was in front of him almost instantly and it was inevitable to avoid it.

What a speed!Bibi Dong was shocked.

But he wasn't too frightened. His soul power was gathered all over his body, preparing to resist the blow. This thing had no soul power fluctuations. It was probably meant to scare people, right?
"Boom!" exploded with a loud bang, and the fire that filled the sky was reflected in everyone's eyes.
Bibi Dong flew out in response, and fell to the ground in a panic. She covered her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes were full of disbelief: "What is this? It's so powerful!"

At that moment, she felt the threat of death. The flames that exploded were so lethal that it was impossible to withstand it. It was something she had never seen or heard before, yet it was strangely powerful.

Ning Rongrong looked down at the injured Bibi Dong: "This is a rocket launcher, a special treatment only given to His Majesty the Pope and several Titled Douluo! I hope you like it!"

Then walked into the crowd: "Everyone, go on, entertain our distinguished guests well, and let them all stay."

So the players each had a machine gun or pistol, and carried a large bag of bullets on their backs. Among them, the ones with the best marksmanship kept firing rocket launchers at Bibi Dong and the nine titled Douluo.

Machine gun fire, pistol fire, the spirit masters of the Wuhun Palace were locked up and beaten, and they had no way to escape from the alarming rate of fire of the guns. Even if the dog jumped over the wall and tried to attack people in close combat, it was all in vain.

It's hard to hit if you're far away. If you're close, wouldn't you just hit your face with a headshot?
Soon, bullet casings piled up in a thick layer at the feet of the players, and enemy corpses lay layer after layer. Under the astonishing firepower, it didn't take long for the remaining hundreds of people to die from bullets.

They were all dead. It stands to reason that so many of Wuhun Palace's elite soul masters had died. When Bibi Dong and the other senior officials of Wuhun Palace saw this, their hearts would bleed and they would gnash their teeth with hatred.

But they didn't have the chance to be angry.

Because it is difficult to protect oneself.

Yes, that's right, one rocket launcher can't kill a Titled Douluo, but what about five or ten?Originally, Bibi Dong and the others thought that there wouldn't be too many weapons that could threaten Titled Douluo. Once they were all used up, they would naturally not be able to stop them.

But what they don't know is that rocket launcher bullets only cost money to make.

The Jiubao Glazed Sect has plenty of money. A bullet costs [-] gold coins, so they can bomb as much as they want.

There's no way, he's too rich!I’m not afraid of burning money or anything like that.

Bibi Dong's throat was sweet, and the others were also seriously injured. They looked at each other and ignored their usual differences. They stood together and joined hands to resist the seemingly non-stop rocket launchers.

There was a series of "boom, boom, boom" that shook the sky, and more than a dozen shells were fired continuously. The players almost suspected that they were deaf.

At this time, a titled Douluo finally couldn't bear it anymore and vomited out a large mouthful of blood and fainted.

With one person missing, the natural pressure on the remaining people skyrocketed. If one person fell, a second and a third would follow, and soon only Bibi Dong was left struggling to hold on.

But she couldn't hold on for long, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred. Just when she was about to fall to the next shell, a strange purple-black light suddenly burst out from her body, and her entire body disappeared.

Everyone was extremely surprised. Seeing that the leader of the Wuhun Palace was about to die, he just ran away after failing so much?
"Do you want to chase?"

Ning Rongrong was just stunned for a moment, then reacted and waved calmly: "No need, all [-] soul masters in Wuhun Palace have been wiped out, and nine of the ten titled Douluo have died. This time's results are already amazing. "

"She just ran away. I didn't expect to kill her here."

Taking the players back, Ning Rongrong thought to himself: The various guns are very powerful. If they win the first battle, they can continue to be used in the future.

In this world of cold weapons and soul masters' turn-based system, the players' firearms can be said to be dimensionality reduction strikes, and they are as invincible as she imagined.

As for Bibi Dong, just run away. After all, he is also the heir of the Rakshasa God. It is normal to have a trump card to save his life.

When she returned to the sect hall, she couldn't rest yet. She had to count the losses of this battle with all the senior officials.

Su Momo read the data: "Less than [-]% of the bullets we accumulated have been consumed. It only takes two or three days of production to make up for them. The pistols, machine guns and rocket launchers have no losses and can continue to be used.

There are still more than 1000 shells left. Considering that the effect is extremely good and can kill Titled Douluo and below almost instantly, it is recommended to increase production. "

Northwest Wind: "The production of Gatling guns is almost completed. It is expected that the first batch of large shipments will be released in three days, with about a thousand guns and [-] bullets."

After four tests, there were a total of 1 players, many of whom were professionals, which greatly promoted the production progress.

They also developed many machines and added them to the production line, and the number of bullets produced every day reached quite terrifying figures.

"In short, today's game can only be regarded as a small test, and we didn't even enjoy the shooting!" Su Momo was still unsatisfied after reporting the data.

Ning Rongrong was helpless: "I already told you to have a gunfight with them directly. If you insist on beating others for fun and want both of them in a gunfight, then who is to blame?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect them to be so inexperienced!" Su Momo stuck out her tongue: "Sooner or later there will be a chance."

Wuhundian:? ? ?Are you polite?