chsdbacks Chapter 232 Nine Imperial Swords, 31 Consecutive Victories! [Bonus Chapter: "Dog Qing"]
Chapter 232 Nine Imperial Swords, 31 Consecutive Victories! [Bonus Chapter: "Dog Qing"]
Chapter 232 Nine Imperial Swords, 31 Consecutive Victories! [Bonus Chapter for "Dog Qing (710)"]
A few minutes later.
The four Contra warriors fought their respective opponents and discovered that the surrounding purple mist had thinned considerably.
One's own soul power can also be activated slightly.
All eyes turned to Tang Lan.
"Plans have changed, let's deal with the brat first!"
I think so too.
"We can't let him get away with this!"
"superior!"
Faced with the attack of the four, Tang Lan threw the melon seeds into the Blood River.
The four people, standing several meters apart, surrounded and attacked Tang Lan.
This left Tang Lan somewhat disappointed.
"Since there's no show to watch, then you can all just die."
Although Tang Lan's physical strength already reaches that of a Title Douluo.
But he didn't choose close combat—what if someone else suddenly unleashed their power?
A flash of light.
Fifteen Barrett rifles appeared behind Tang Lan, held aloft by his mental energy.
The purple mist dissipated slightly.
While mental power is not yet capable of causing damage, it's still quite easy to use it to take down a Barrett rifle.
Four Contras.
The slightly weaker one is the three Barretts.
The remaining three are four Barrett missiles.
Fire simultaneously.
Under the lock of his mental power, Tang San's specially made Soul-Piercing Armor-Piercing Bullets were all aimed at their right eyes.
fire!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Amidst a deafening roar.
As expected.
The four were instantly blown to the head, their skulls exploding into the air, the blood mist merging with the purple fog.
It exudes an eerie blue hue.
A long-absent murderous aura surged forth.
The death energy was also absorbed by the evil eye, increasing the lifespan by another 2000 years.
It was 94017.
It's almost been 10 years!
"Tsk tsk tsk." Tang Lan sighed, "If it were all eight of you carrying this on your shoulders just now, I would really have had a headache."
After all, the difficulty in circulating spiritual energy means that the cultivation technique is no longer effective.
The purest form of close combat is something even the Undying Seal Technique cannot convert.
Only the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) can be barely used without the support of internal energy.
It's definitely not as flexible as it used to be.
Even if he had the physique of a Title Douluo, he might still be beaten to death by a flurry of punches.
But there's no going back.
The result is
"9527 wins!" the referee exclaimed excitedly. "This is 9527's 11th consecutive victory!"
"And all within 24 hours, they achieved an 11-game winning streak!"
"Breaked the fastest record in the history of Killing City!"
"Let's wait and see how many miracles 9527 can create?"
"Next up, the killing spree contestants!"
Of the remaining 28 people, they all looked at each other warily.
They were terrified of being pushed off.
"He used that move again just now, so his energy must have been depleted even more!"
"If we go down now, there's a very high chance of winning!"
"Didn't you all see that just now? That 10-soul bone has disappeared!"
"It should be an illusion created by a soul bone technique or a domain."
"Damn it! I was tricked by that brat!"
Just when they were filled with regret.
The referee lost patience and simply made a random sweeping motion.
"You nine, it's your turn!"
The nine people looked uneasy, but dared not refute.
He could only jump down with a dark expression.
Before they could even get their footing.
"The slaughter begins!"
Tang Lan's Snow Emperor's Frosty Ice Left Arm reappeared.
The familiar nine imperial swords, the familiar nine swords drawn together.
These nine players chose to spread out and run, attempting to use a wider radius to distort Tang Lan's maneuvers.
Those who also possessed weapon spirits directly threw their weapon spirits at Tang Lan from a distance.
This forces him to use the Imperial Sword to reinforce the defense and distract him.
It must be said that it did have an effect.
But not many.
Tang Lan used the Lingbo Weibu technique, her figure swaying like a ghost, to avoid the attacking weapon spirit.
But his feet didn't move an inch.
Those five who lost their weapon spirits could only parry the incoming Emperor Sword with their physical bodies.
The consequences were already predetermined.
Then, along with his protective soul power, he was frozen.
The Emperor Sword changed direction and attacked the other four people.
Ten seconds later.
All the Contras, who once held immense power and influence in the outside world, perished.
As Tang Lan collected their bodies, she sighed with emotion—
That is, in the killing city.
Otherwise, outside, if Contra could use soul skills.
It would take Tang Lan quite a bit of effort to kill him.
We cannot be so relaxed.
"Next group," the referee announced directly, "It's you nine now."
Of the remaining 19 people, the 9 designated individuals gritted their teeth and made a clean break.
—The gamble now is on whether Tang Lan's soul power is being depleted!
Even if the first three matches were easy, I still killed 27 Soul Douluos.
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They are among the very top few in the Killing City!
Here, they are the landowners.
If Tang Lan hadn't revealed the news about the 10-year-old soul bone, none of them would have been able to appear.
Even if Tang Lan is a Title Douluo, killing them would still take a lot of energy, right?
And
Such a young Title Douluo?
They don't believe it.
So they were very anxious.
As soon as the referee announced the start of the killing, he couldn't wait to rush towards Tang Lan.
结果
The familiar nine imperial swords, the familiar nine swords drawn together.
The nine people were in despair!
Four of them, with a strong sense of justice, seeing no hope of survival, simply chose to self-destruct before the Emperor's Sword arrived!
The Emperor Sword was blasted away, and most of its spiritual power was consumed.
—Contra's self-destruction should not be underestimated.
But the same applies.
Several nearby Soul Warriors were also left dizzy from the blast.
Completely powerless to resist the Emperor's Sword, he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Let Tang Lan end the battle faster.
Of the 10 players remaining on the sidelines, 9 were called up again.
The only one left smiled with relief.
Watching Tang Lan chop melons and vegetables, and then kill nine more people.
I'm confident there are no fools who would choose to step up now.
The Hell Killing Arena cannot start unless at least ten people are gathered.
Once you leave the Hell Killing Fields, your registration is considered invalid.
We can now survive.
He couldn't help but smile.
However.
Tang Lan glanced around the field and said casually—
"Let's go on stage one by one according to the numbers I assigned you yesterday."
"Numbers 1 through 8 will come down first."
Eight people with grim faces struggled to their feet and rushed toward the hellish killing field.
—They all shared the same idea: to quickly defeat Tang Lan and wear him down!
"What's wrong with you guys?" the Contra Warrior, who thought himself a survivor, roared. "You knew this brat was suspicious, yet you still rushed here to die?"
"That 10-year-old soul bone is most likely fake. Can't you see that clearly?"
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
unfortunately
No matter how impotently furious he became, he couldn't change the outcome.
Under the watchful eye of the titled Douluo-level referee, he could only step heavily onto the hellish killing field.
He glared angrily at the eight men.
The eight men glared back angrily!
Do you think we want to come up here to die?
It was all because of that scourge in front of him last night, who led a killing machine straight to his house and fed him a deadly thing.
There's still a chance they'll survive if they come up here.
If you don't come up, you'll definitely die!
What would you choose?
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"We're all in this together!"
"Let's stick to the plan we discussed last night and finish this brat off quickly!"
"Whoever survives must fulfill the last wishes of their fallen brother!"
"Let's go!"
At the referee's whistle.
One bloody massacre after another unfolded.
The quality of subsequent installments wasn't as high as that of the complete Contra series.
It contains most of the seven-ring Soul Saints, six-ring Soul Emperors, and even five-ring Soul Kings.
There were no lower-ranking ones left, and they dared not enter the inner city.
Without exception, they all died at Tang Lan's hands.
The difference is.
Only those who have reached the seventh level of Soul Saint will temporarily have a complete corpse—this is all food for the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
Fourteen-game winning streak
Seventeen-game winning streak
Twenty-game winning streak
Until evening.
Tang Lan was not worn down by the "quick battle tactic".
Instead, they left the Hell Slaughter Arena unscathed with a 31-game winning streak.
It left behind a legend.
And
Finally, the external soul bone that has broken through the 10-year limit—the Evil Eye!!!
An extra chapter today, more tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)