Douluo: Draw the sword hundreds of millions of times, Bibi Dong is addicted

Chapter 33 Golden Sword

As soon as the wind wall came out, it directly blocked the flying black silver needles.

Ding!A burst of sparks flying!

Bibi Dong and the others who were Soul Douluo and Title Douluo also reacted quickly.

"So brave, someone dares to attack the Son of the Spirit Hall here!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his hand and grabbed the black silver needle on the wind screen, and said coldly: "There is an evil aura on it, it is an evil soul master!"

"This is the other party's martial soul. The real master must not be far away. Immediately seal off the martial soul city and find the trace of the evil soul master!"

Ghost immediately said coldly.

"At this location, the other party must be in the inn opposite!" Huang Wei said, pointing to an inn not far away.

Soon all the people in Wuhundian were dispatched to wipe out the evil spirit masters.

As for the black needle in Yueguan's hand, it was crushed.

This is the opponent's martial soul, even if it is caught, as long as the opponent recalls it, he has no way to keep it.

The task of catching evil soul masters is left to these professionals.

Huang Wei didn't bother to join the team right now, so he returned directly to his villa and began to draw his sword.

He needs to complete the task of drawing the sword one hundred thousand times a day.

That's his first priority.

With his current speed.

If you want to draw your sword [-] times a day, there is still no problem.

24 hours a day, an average of 160 swords are drawn every hour.

Damn, is this difficult?

He didn't just draw his sword for an hour.

After conversion, [-] times a day is also a very easy project.

No need for 24 hours, continue to cut in half.

Finished in twelve hours!

An average of [-] sword draws per hour, calculation is troublesome, then [-] times an hour!

Ten hours to complete!

Talk and start moving!

In the case of tasks, he does not consider quality issues.

So began the mass production of Shua Shua Shua sword.

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A little evil soul master directly grabbed a child as a threat when he was being chased and had nowhere to escape.

But it's a pity that the ghost escaped into the opponent's shadow and knocked the opponent away.

The evil soul master spat out blood, flew upside down, and was caught alive.

Being able to catch alive is naturally more valuable than catching dead.

As long as you open your mouth, you can get a lot of useful information.

"Take it away, you continue to search for the rest of the evil spirit masters, if there is no one, close the team." The ghost said, and returned to the prison of the Pope's palace with the evil spirit masters in hand.

The martial soul that this evil soul master just used was the black needle that attacked Huang Wei, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Next, he must be in dire straits and suffer the most terrible torture.

The evil soul master knew his fate, so the moment he was caught, he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Because he knew that no matter whether he was taken to the Wuhun Hall or sent back, for the person who failed in his mission, he had no value for that person, and he would die and feel uncomfortable.

"Damn it, he committed suicide!"

After landing, the ghost saw that the guy in his hand was not moving, and found out through snorting that he had lost his breath and died.

He was instantly pissed.

Throw it hard on the ground.

"Come on, pull his corpse out and feed it to the soul beast!" Ghost said coldly.

The next moment, someone came to execute it.

He immediately went back to report the situation.

"I didn't expect the evil soul master's hand to come here, and he dared to openly attack my Holy Son of Wuhun Temple. It's really abominable!"

"Have you found the evil soul master base you were looking for?"

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong was very angry.

Yue Guan said: "Your Majesty, we have dispatched many troops to search but have not found them. The evil soul masters are extremely sinister and dangerous. It is difficult to find their place."

Bibi Dong said coldly: "One can hide it, but the evil aura on one's body cannot be hidden."

Her tone was full of fear: "Forget it, it's a good thing that the Holy Son is fine, otherwise, even if the entire Douluo Continent is turned upside down, I will completely kill the evil soul master!"

"Your Majesty, the evil soul master who attacked the Holy Son killed himself by biting his tongue on the way back. I have already thrown him as rations for the soul beasts."

At this time, a ghost appeared, and a figure emerged from the ground, it was the ghost, he respectfully reported.

Bibi Dong sighed, and said, "It's fine if you're dead. Continue to intensify the search."

"Yes!"

"The next thing I want to do is retreat and attack the [-]th-level Titled Douluo. Don't bother me. I will definitely win this breakthrough!" Bibi Dong stood up and said.

"As for the Holy Son, you should pay more attention, especially the guy who stabs the blood!"

Below, Ghost, Salas, and Yueguan nodded.

"Obey Your Majesty the Pope!"

"Your Majesty the Pope, feel free to retreat and make a breakthrough, we will be optimistic about the Holy Son."

"No one will dare to call his attention!"

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At the same time, within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the three of Ning Fengzhi who had received the latest news from the spies gathered together to discuss.

"I didn't expect a 22-level great soul master to defeat five soul masters one after another."

"Although there may be an element of acting in this, but as mentioned in the letter, do you suspect that the other party has self-created soul skills?"

"How is this possible? One is only six years old, and 22 soul power is already incredible, now there is another self-created soul skill?"

"The description of this self-created soul skill in the letter is, Thousands of Swords Rain."

"Could it be that a soul skill like my Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect doesn't work?"

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin looked at the information in the letter, and the more they felt that it was all fake and absurd.

"It seems that we need to find some time and see for ourselves."

"Don't worry, there will be a chance."

"In a few years, the Continental Elite Soul Master Academy Competition will begin. According to the nature of the Spirit Hall, this holy son will definitely be allowed to appear on the stage to show the strength of their spirit!"

"We'll see."

When Ning Fengzhi heard Yan Chenxin's words, he immediately said calmly.

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Time flies by.

Ten hours passed in a blink of an eye.

In the backyard of the detached villa in the Pope's Palace.

Huang Wei, covered in sweat, put away his sword for the last time.

"Finally finished..."

He let out a heavy breath and whispered.

Immediately, the voice of the system sounded in my mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for drawing the sword [-] times in one day, the reward: the silver sword evolves into a golden sword! The soul power has been upgraded by one level!"

He was shocked, and his soul power was upgraded.

From level 22 to level 23!

Now he is a level 23 soul master!

A golden light lit up the silver sword in his hand.

In the next second, the original silver iron sword turned into a golden golden sword!

Dazzling, very bright.

Gives people the feeling of a land emperor.

"Damn, that's good..."

When he said these words, his smile froze, and his entire arm was directly brought down by the golden sword.

The golden sword hit the ground heavily.

"Damn it, it's so heavy!"

He fell to the ground, looked at the golden king-like sword in front of him, twisted his arms, and complained.

He quickly stood up, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled it vigorously.

"This kind of heaviness is estimated to be five hundred catties..."

"Damn it, dog system, if this continues, I really won't be able to pull out the sword behind me, it's too heavy!"