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Chapter 152 Death Grade

Han Xianjun, as a master of Huangji City, his strength is beyond doubt, and he got another chance in the Tsar's Stone Nest.In Huya beauty's eyes, as long as his senior brother comes out, success in the challenge is nothing more than a backhand.

That being the case, she would naturally not allow a small character from the God Slaughter Guild like Wang Qiong to come and take advantage of Han Xianjun.

"What did you say?" Wang Qiong cast his cold eyes over.

He's no small character.

That day in the Black Water Dragon Palace, he went on a killing spree, striding all over the world. Experts of Lin Xuan's level would kill them casually, and he dared to face Xu Jing panic head-on.

How dare a little girl talk to him like that?

"What? I'll just say..." Huya beauty sneered with sarcasm in her eyes.

However, just as she spoke, her pretty face trembled suddenly, and a look of fear appeared in her beautiful eyes.

At this time, Wang Qiong had already pulled out the Dawei Tianlong Cannon and pointed it at her.

"Go on!" Wang Qiong shook the cannon in his hand and sneered.

"You..." Huya beauty was in a hurry.

Naturally, she could see the quality of the Dawei Tianlong Cannon. It was fierce and powerful, and it was a top-level treasure.

With one shot, her small body is bound to be wiped out.

Now, she is in the challenge dungeon. If she falls, she will not be able to enter Skynet again for half a month.

"I don't know who got used to you, uneducated bastard, kneel down to me." Wang Qiong shook the muzzle of the cannon in his hand.

"Senior brother..." Huya beautiful woman shivered with fright, and cried out aloud.

At this time, Han Xianjun had already stepped into the battlefield.

"Difficulty increased, difficult level!"

Everyone changed their colors when they heard the words. The Eighteen Bronze Man dungeons are divided into five levels: Normal Level, Difficult Level, Disaster Level, Death Level and Hell Level.

Adjust according to the number of challengers and strength.

As soon as Han Xianjun came in, the difficulty level jumped directly to the difficult level, which shows how powerful he is.

However, before Han Xianjun could make a move, when he heard Huya Beauty's call, he turned his head and caught her with just one glance.

At this time, Wang Qiong had already walked in front of Huya Beauty, holding the Dawei Tianlong Cannon against the latter's head.

"Who are you? How dare you be rude to my junior sister?" Han Xianjun roared sharply.

Before he finished speaking, a long sword directly pierced his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow of a fist, as majestic as a heavy mountain, hit his sky cap.

Before it was over, a folding stool roared over and slapped this talented disciple directly on the face.

"Han Xianjun has fallen, withdraw from the battlefield!"

A mechanical sound suddenly sounded, and then, Han Xianjun's figure gradually became blurred and transparent, and disappeared in place in a blink of an eye, leaving only a corpse, which was already bloody and bloody, and no human shape could be seen.

The air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't believe it all.

Their only hope, as powerful as Han Xianjun, was killed before he even made a move?

At this time, even the Huya beauty opened her mouth, and her complexion became extremely miserable.

She never dreamed that it would end like this.

"Hahahaha, Nima, I laughed so hard!"

Wang Qiong laughed so hard that he could barely hold the Dawei Tianlong Cannon in his hand.

This Han Xianjun is simply a fool, on the battlefield, facing a strong enemy, he dared to be distracted, and even pointed at Wang Qiong's name to scold him, he was courting death.

Pitiful for this peerless genius of Huangji City, before he had time to show his strength, he was beaten out of shape by the Eighteen Bronze Men.

"Brother..."

Huya's beautiful pear blossoms are raining, and there is a faint flash of thunder in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't expect that she would kill her wise and martial brother just by calling out.

"This joke is enough for me to laugh for half a year... Hahaha, are you and your senior brother here to be funny?" Wang Qiong couldn't stop.

He was so exaggerated, and his words were sarcasm, the tiger-toothed beauty looked angry and anxious, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Damn it, it's this bastard, and we all have to die here."

"If you fight hard, even if you die, you will use him as a backup."

Everyone roared in shock, and their resentment towards Wang Qiong climbed to the extreme.

Originally, Han Xianjun made a move, and they still had a glimmer of hope of clearing the customs.

It's all right now, Han Xianjun died before he made a move, but the difficulty of the dungeon has been raised to the hard level.

This is clearly driven to a dead end, all because of Wang Qiong.

Immediately, eyes full of resentment cast one after another, locking Wang Qiong.

"Drag him to death!"

"Even if I fall into hell, I will walk with you."

"The trash of the God Slaughter Guild, let's die together."

The crowd rushed towards Wang Qiong like evil spirits, they couldn't survive anyway, their only belief now was to drag Wang Qiong to die together.

In a blink of an eye, these people were killed in front of them.

Eighteen bronze men followed closely behind.

Immediately, Wang Qiong was dragged into the battle circle.

"Om..."

"The number of challengers has increased!"

"The difficulty has been raised to the death level!"

Suddenly, a mechanical sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the ancient temple.

In an instant, a horrible aura shot up from the eighteen bronze men's bodies, and the metallic luster on the surface of their bodies became darker and darker, like stars in the dark night, shining brightly for an eternal moment.

"This...what's the matter?"

Everyone was intimidated by this momentum, and their faces were miserable, without a trace of blood.

"Death level? How is it possible? Just skip the disaster level?"

Everyone's faces were full of astonishment, and under the shroud of fear of death, their hearts were once again trembling.

Death-level difficulty, not to mention them, even if Han Xianjun is not eliminated, it is impossible to succeed in the challenge.

True to its name, even a genius would fall to death under this difficulty.

However, how could there be such a level of difficulty?

The difficulty of the Eighteen Bronze Man dungeon is set according to the number of people challenged and their strength. So far, no one else has joined the battlefield, except...

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened suddenly, and they looked at Wang Qiong in horror.

"Could it be..."

There was an expression of disbelief on everyone's faces, no one would believe it, nor would they want to believe that the members of the God Slaughter Guild would be masters?And is he a more terrifying master than Han Xianjun?

At this moment, even the Huya girl couldn't help shaking her head, unwilling to accept this reality.

"Young man, you are qualified to see the real Eighteen Bronze Man Formation."

Suddenly, the eighteen bronze figures spoke, and their voices seemed to come from one person.

Everyone was horrified. They have been in Skynet so far, but they have not heard that this hidden copy can speak.

Looking at the gazes of the eighteen bronze figures, they were almost all focused on Wang Qiong alone, while the others were completely ignored.

At this moment, everyone woke up.

No matter how stupid they are, they are sure enough that the terrifying existence that made the difficulty of the dungeon jump to the death level is none other than Wang Qiong.

(End of this chapter)