Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Chapter 228 Contra? Cut melons and vegetables!

this.

Got beaten again?

No!

How did this kid do it?

How do people get frozen?

What about the soul bones?

How can that ice blue sword break their defense?

And

This kid has won three times in a row in ten minutes!

There are no more than three things.

This kid definitely has a hundred million things, it can't be just luck.

For a while.

The scene reached a deadlock again, and no one dared to take the stage to join the battle.

Although the fairy grass is good, my soul and bones also love it.

But if your life is gone, what will you use to enjoy it?

I'm scared.

Tang Lan shrugged.

Exciting way——

"The killing was so fierce this time, I'm scared to death for cowards like you."

"Everyone thinks they are capable."

"In the end, I'm still a coward?"

This directly caused public outrage.

"Kid, where do you think you are now?"

"Just wait, kid. Sooner or later you will end up in the killing fields of hell, right?"

"Nine may not be your opponent, but what about twenty? What about thirty?"

"You should be arrogant now, you won't live long!"

Everyone was shouting loudly, but their bodies didn't move at all.

Just highlight a chatter.

Tang Lan sighed.

Pick up the ninth-grade purple mushroom and go to the edge of the killing field of hell.

Break off a section and throw it directly into the river of blood below.

It made everyone feel heartbroken!

Even when Tang San saw it, he almost jumped up to stop it.

——The nine-grade purple zhizhi he ate was less than ten thousand years old!

elder brother!

This is too extravagant for you!

Tang San is like this, let alone others?

"What are you doing, kid?"

"What a waste of natural resources!"

"Boy, please stop this!"

"Hurry up and stop him from being stupid!"

Seeing that more than half of the ninth-grade purple zhi was broken, some people finally couldn't sit still.

Several people who were stuck in the bottleneck jumped down to the killing field of hell.

"Boy, here we come!"

"Don't lose it again!"

"You want to die, we will make it happen for you!"

"stop it now!"

Tang Lan stopped his extravagant behavior and turned to face the nine people.

Referee: "The killing begins!"

The nine people gathered around and were bound to kill the brat Tang Lan.

But

They couldn't detect the ice blades covered by Jing Hua Shui Yue.

Frozen by the ultimate ice again.

just

Before Tang Lan's Imperial Sword was dispatched, he heard a clicking sound.

The nine people all broke free from the ice and looked at Tang Lan with a proud look on their faces.

"Kid, you don't think that we are really here to die, do you?"

"This uncle is a level 86 Contra!"

"Then you are lower than me, I am level 87!"

"Haha! I'm level 89!"

One by one, they showed their soul rings. Without exception, the nine people present were all Eight-Ring Soul Douluo!

No wonder he can break free from the ultimate ice.

But

"Eight Rings of Soul Douluo is not enough to watch."

An imperial sword flew out.

A direct attack on the most confident level 89 old man.

The latter confidently summoned the spirit of the spear, intending to fly the emperor's sword.

Tang Lan smiled.

——Meet someone with a bad brain.

Under the control of mental power, the imperial sword bypassed the spear like a snake, and suddenly accelerated and penetrated the opponent's throat.

The Eight Ring Soul Douluo's body-protecting soul power and strong physique are as thin as paper under the Emperor's Sword.

Blue ice crystals spread throughout the body and turned into familiar ice sculptures.

Instant kill!

Another instant kill!

Seems like an exaggeration.

But the 70-year-old soul bone skill is blessed by the mysterious skill of Poseidon Douluo.

It is really common to instantly kill a Contra who cannot use soul skills.

"There's something wrong with this kid!" - "Work together to resist!"

"Don't retreat! Kill that brat!"

"Should we defend or attack?"

The remaining eight people were in a mess.

Facing an imperial sword flying all over the place, no one is a perfect match.

Only ten seconds.

Eight Contras turned into ice sculptures one after another, and the nearest one was even ten meters away from Tang Lan.

It's impossible to get close at all.

Tang Lan couldn't bear to kill such a precious Contra and swallowed the murderous aura.

Put them all into the storage ring, and they will be eaten by the Dark Demon Tiger later.

This made it difficult for the referee above.

The Hell Killing Fields exist just to allow soul masters to kill each other and fill up the blood pool.

Tang Lan this.

Suddenly!

The referee seemed to be listening and glanced at Tang Hao without any trace.

He quickly said: "9527 wins!"

No more urging people to leave.

The other viewers also understood.

——There is definitely something wrong with this kid down there!

Either he is old and young, but he is very strong.

Or he is a peerless genius who came to the killing fields of hell to "experience".

But no matter which one it is, they can't afford it.

——Who is willing to use his own life to become a stepping stone for others?

The smart man didn't hold back at all, got up and walked out.

And I have made up my mind that I will not go into troubled waters again in the short term.

Tang Lan watched them leave with a smile and did not stop them.

Looking at some of the people left behind, he saw that they had no intention of ending.

He also left the killing field of hell.

He deliberately separated from Tang Hao and walked outside.

The men immediately followed.

——This is the idea of ​​​​killing people to seize treasures.

Again.

Nine can't beat you, but what about twenty?

More than fifty people surrounded Tang Lan in the square outside the Hell Killing Fields.

There are more eyes looking at this side.

"Boy!" Someone said: "Hand over your storage soul guide, and we can keep your whole body!"

"Kid, if you can crawl under my crotch, maybe I will be happy and can spare your life?"

"That's not possible, I have to crawl too!"

"Yes, yes, and mine too!"

"Hahaha--"

A group of people thought they were sure of victory and were not in a hurry to take action.

He was very happy to tease Tang Lan with words.

Tang Lan was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He said loudly: "Dad, do it, don't kill me."

It caused another burst of laughter.

"Whose father is this kid calling?"

"There are so many of us, even if the Titled Douluo comes, we can't use soul skills to kill him!"

"Where is your father? What's wrong?"

"Om-"

The realm of the God of Killing opened with murderous intent, and the murderous intent was so solid that they were so shocked that they did not dare to move!

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They turned their heads with difficulty and saw the iconic figure of one man and one tiger.

Everyone looked pale!

It turned out to be Tang Hao, the God of Death? !

This kid's father is actually the God of Killing!

There was only one thought in their minds - it was over!

Tang Lan said in time: "Within three seconds, the person who opens his mouth can live."

Without hesitation, everyone opened their mouths.

——Having been in the killing city for a long time, I know best what it means to be aware of current affairs.

Tang Lan waved his hand and spread out a piece of green light. One piece fell into each person's mouth and entered their bodies.

This is the soul seed he condensed in advance.

Same as Oscar's replica mirror intestine.

It cannot exist for a long time in the city of killing, but if it is implanted into the body, it will be isolated from the breath and soul power of a living person.

It can exist for a long time.

And activating them does not require the participation of soul rings, just a thought from Tang Lan.

these people.

Now they have all become their own soul-seed puppets, and life and death depend on a single thought.

Just asking are you afraid?

(End of this chapter)