Douluo: Killing Titled Douluo with one shot shocked the mainland

"Cough cough!"

Tang Hao coughed up a wisp of black blood, activated the ninth soul ability, and the Haotian Hammer emitted a soft azure blue light.

His ninth soul ability is healing. The 10-year soul ring from the Blue Silver Emperor gave him a healing soul ability and an attacking soul ability.

But that attacking soul skill, he never used it from the beginning to the end.

"Ayin...I'm sorry for you!"

Two lines of hot tears flowed down Tang Hao's rough face. The Blue Silver Emperor lost his right leg bone, and so did the Blue Silver Emperor.

If it wasn't for Tang San still alive, Tang Hao wouldn't even have the motivation to live.

"Xiao San has twin martial souls, and her future achievements will definitely far exceed mine."

Tang Hao pinned all his hopes on Tang San, his physical condition no longer allowed him to support the main beam.

Shrek, Zhao Wuji did not let Tang San and the others go.

It's just that Yang Qi'an didn't make a move, he has already proved his strength, even if Zhao Wuji's hands were itchy and wanted to compete with Yang Qi'an.

But not now either.

The current Yang Qi'an hasn't enrolled yet.

In the same battle as before, Xiao Wu was still knocked unconscious by Zhao Wuji's mental power, Tang San ran away violently, densely packed with hidden weapons.

But without the Golden Dragon Needle, Tang San's hidden weapons did not cause any substantial damage to Zhao Wuji.

The time for the last stick of incense passed, Tang San was exhausted, Zhao Wuji was also a little embarrassed.

"What happened this year? I recruited two little hedgehogs!"

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San with lingering fear, and greeted Oscar who had just returned, asking him to take care of Tang San.

Then let Ning Rongrong take care of Xiao Wu.

Tang San ate Oscar's sausage, and his complexion improved a lot, but he was injured by the powerful vajra palm, and he still needs half a day of recuperation to act.

Yang Qi'an chose a dormitory opposite Tang San, passed by the door of Tang San's dormitory, and popped out a elixir.

"This elixir can warm and nourish the spirit. Your little girlfriend's spirit is backlashed, no wonder Mr. Zhao."

The pill fell by Tang San's hand, Tang San looked grateful when he heard that, and said: "Thank you."

He asked Oscar to give the pill to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu woke up that evening, but her spirit was still very low, and she fell asleep until the next day.

In the early morning of the next day, Tang San climbed to the roof to practice Ziji Demon Eyes, but saw a figure rising earlier than him.

Yang Qi'an was wearing a pair of loose black martial arts trousers, his upper body was naked, and he was holding a mithril spear in his hand, dancing vigorously.

Every move and style of Yang Qi'an's shooting is exquisite, fierce and fierce, using offense instead of defense.

It can be said that even if Yang Qi'an does not use soul skills, he can still display a large part of his strength.

The Yang family's inherited spear technique is equivalent to a set of self-created soul skills.

At this time, what Yang Qi'an was holding in his hand was not his martial soul, but a real weapon that was forged one by one based on his martial soul.

This long spear was filled with deep-sea sunken silver and various precious metals, and it was forged by the old Titans of the Li Clan.

This long spear weighs as much as two thousand catties.

When Yang Qi'an left Broken City, he could barely hold the long spear up.

But now, he can already use this long gun to practice marksmanship.

Two thousand long spears are powerful and heavy when wielded, but the physical test of the person holding the gun is also huge.

Sweat had already soaked through Yang Qi'an's trousers, and every time his feet moved, a wet footprint would be left behind.

It was only an early morning, and the land where Yang Qi'an practiced his spear was much more compact than the surrounding land.

With the weight of two thousand catties acting on the feet, ordinary bricks would be directly stepped on and cracked.

And what surprised Tang San even more was that Zhu Zhuqing in the distance came with a basin of clothes, which had already been washed.

With a cold expression, she dried the washed clothes at Yang Qi'an's door, and then stopped to watch Yang Qi'an practice the gun.

"Are they a couple?"

Tang San guessed in his heart, shook his head slightly, and then began to practice Ziji Demon Eyes.

And after Tang San started to practice Ziji Demon Eyes, Yang Qi'an put away his gun and rested.

Wielding a [-]-jin spear was still somewhat difficult for him, and after a long time, his physical strength was astonishingly exhausted.

You know, Tang Hao's Haotian Hammer with nine rings is only [-] catties.

And Yang Qi'an's dragon pattern soul breaking gun is currently only a thousand catties after adding three soul rings.

One thousand catties and two thousand catties seem to be almost the same, but Yang Qi'an usually does not actively stimulate his soul power when practicing spears, so the difficulty of this has doubled again.

Seeing Yang Qi'an stop, Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously pulled off the towel hanging outside the door.

But after tearing it off, she hesitated again, was she too proactive?

"Thank you."

Yang Qi'an smiled and said, Zhu Zhuqing passed the towel over.

"Is that gun of yours heavy?"

Zhu Zhuqing was very curious, Yang Qi'an sweated too much, and his footsteps were unbelievably heavy, so she guessed that it was the spear's problem.

"It's okay, do you want to try?" Yang Qi'an casually wiped the sweat off his body, looked at Zhu Zhuqing, and showed a smirk.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing immediately took two steps back, this guy was more serious when he was shooting short.

"I, can I?"

Zhu Zhuqing really wanted to know how heavy Yang Qi'an's spear was.

"Of course, not only this gun, but also if you want to try it, you can do it anytime."

Yang Qi'an had a smirk on his face, but Zhu Zhuqing was puzzled: "Anything else? Is it different?"

"Of course it's different. The other shot is my martial soul. You've seen it before."

"What else?" Zhu Zhuqing asked curiously when he saw Yang Qi'an took out the Mithril spear again.

"Come tonight and I'll show you."

Yang Qi'an suddenly moved closer to Zhu Zhuqing, and whispered in her ear.

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback, then blushed and glared at Yang Qi'an: "Rogue."

"Hahaha, here you go, be careful, don't hit your feet!"

Yang Qi'an stretched out his hand to hand out the Mithril spear in his hand, and Zhu Zhuqing carefully took it with both hands.

"I let go, it's heavy."

"Well, let go!"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, she couldn't even hold something that Yang Qi'an could swing, right?

Hearing this, Yang Qi'an let go of his hand slowly, but his five fingers were still clasping the spear.

Feeling the strength in his hands gradually increasing, Zhu Zhuqing's expression became more and more exciting.

Chapter 29

"Good weight!"

Before Yang Qi'an let go completely, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't hold on anymore.

She even summoned her martial soul, but her hands still sank gradually.

Seeing this, Yang Qi'an took away the Mithril spear: "It seems that the only gun you can use is the last one.

Come to me at night, and I will use it for you. "

"You, shameless!"

Zhu Zhuqing glared at Yang Qi'an with a red face, and then stepped viciously on Yang Qi'an's foot.

"Hiss~ Fuck, who did you learn this trick from?"

Yang Qi'an was caught off guard and was stepped on, auntie, high heels!

"Don't run, see if I don't clean you up!"

Yang Qi'an limped after him for two steps, but Zhu Zhuqing had already disappeared.

After a while, Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes also finished training, Yang Qi'an raised his eyes and looked over, Tang San nodded slightly: "I also want to thank you for yesterday's elixir."

"Small thing."

Yang Qi'an took off his shoes and rubbed the soles of his feet, that girl is really ruthless, and he is still not sure if Tang Hao is there, so he cannot use the right leg bone of Lanyinhuang.

Tang San glanced at Yang Qi'an's soles, it was purple and black, the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's really cruel."

"Is it? So, I'll teach her a lesson at night, isn't it too much?"

"I won't get involved in the matter of Brother Yang and Miss Zhu Zhuqing."

Tang San shook his head, then turned over and jumped out of the room, he was going to find Xiao Wu.

Yang Qi'an stared at Tang San's back, his divine light flickered: "It seems that it is impossible to steal a teacher, Ziji Demon Eyes should need a special cultivation method."

He originally wanted to watch Tang San's cultivation, figure out the cultivation method of Ziji Demon Eye, or imitate similar eye skills.

But at present, it is a bit unrealistic.

"Then you can only lie. If you can't, think of other ways. You must get the Xuantian Kungfu. This is too important for the development of power."

Yang Qi'an released a friendly signal yesterday, even the time Tang San made a rash move, he didn't hold on to it.

It's not that Yang Qi'an has a good temper, but that he has other purposes.

Limping back to the room, and coming out again, Yang Qi'an's feet had recovered.

It cannot be used openly, but it is still possible to use it secretly and cautiously.

When Yang Qi'an found the cafeteria, there was no food in the window.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Yang Qi'an secretly, and found that Yang Qi'an was walking like a normal person, so he blinked his eyes immediately.

"peep!"

Yang Qi'an turned his head abruptly, and Zhu Zhuqing immediately looked back with guilt.

"Everyone has saved food for you, but you are so vicious!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but Xiao Wu couldn't stand it anymore.

Tang San felt dizzy when he heard the words, quickly pressed Xiao Wu: "Xiao Wu, eat quickly."

"It's obviously this person's fault!" Xiao Wu sat down angrily, while Yang Qi'an cast a glance at her, and then he really noticed that there was a meal prepared by Zhu Zhuqing's side.

"Not bad, my kitty is getting better and better."

Yang Qi'an patted Zhu Zhuqing's head, messing up her thick black hair.

Zhu Zhuqing bowed her head without saying a word, eating silently, she felt guilty.

She also knew that her kick was a bit ignorant.

"Why don't you talk? Huh? You also know that you have a guilty conscience?"

Yang Qi'an sat beside Zhu Zhuqing, watching her closely.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed his mouth, glanced sideways at Yang Qi'an, and then said in a low voice, "I, I didn't do it on purpose."

"It's okay, I forgive you. Warm the bed tonight."

Yang Qi'an waved his hand generously, Zhu Zhuqing's face turned red immediately: "No."

"Why not? That's the decision!"

Yang Qi'an didn't give Zhu Zhuqing a chance to refute, and made a decision directly.

"Hey! You are too much, how can you force other girls to warm your bed? Aren't you a rape?"

Yang Qi'an originally thought that this conversation would end like this, after all Zhu Zhuqing would not keep bickering with him, but he did not expect that Xiao Wu would like to meddle so much.