chsdbacks Chapter 228 Contra? Slicing melons and chopping vegetables!
Chapter 228 Contra? Slicing melons and chopping vegetables!
Chapter 228 Contra? Slicing melons and chopping vegetables!
this.
They got wiped out again?
No!
How did that kid do that?
How can a person be frozen?
What about the soul bone?
How could that ice-blue longsword break through their defenses?
And
This kid has won three games in ten minutes!
Things shouldn't happen more than three times.
This kid definitely has some skills; it can't be just luck.
In a short time.
The situation reached a stalemate once again, with no one daring to step onto the stage to participate.
Though the herb is wonderful, I also cherish the soul and bones.
But if you lose your life, what will you have to enjoy?
I chickened out.
Tang Lan shrugged.
Stimulating path—
"This attack was too brutal; it scared you cowards to death."
"They all think they're so capable."
"In the end, wasn't he still just a coward?"
This immediately provoked public outrage.
"Kid, where do you think you are right now?"
"You just wait, kid. You'll be coming to the hellish killing field sooner or later, won't you?"
"Nine might not be a match for you, but what about twenty? Thirty?"
"Keep being arrogant now, you won't live much longer!"
They were all shouting and yelling, but their bodies didn't move an inch.
It's all about empty talk.
Tang Lan sighed.
Pick up that Grade 9 Purple Ganoderma and head to the edge of the Hell Slaughter Field.
Break off a piece and throw it directly into the blood river below.
This caused everyone to feel a pang of heartache!
Even Tang San, seeing this, almost jumped up to stop them.
—The nine-grade purple ganoderma he ate was less than ten thousand years old!
elder brother!
That's way too extravagant!
If Tang San is like this, what about others?
"What are you doing, kid?"
"What a waste!"
"Stop it, you brat!"
"Go and stop him from doing something stupid!"
With more than half of the nine-grade purple fungus broken, someone finally couldn't sit still any longer.
Several people who were stuck at the bottleneck jumped into the hellish killing field.
"Hey kid, we're here!"
"Don't lose any more!"
"You want to die? We'll grant your wish!"
"Stop it!"
Tang Lan stopped her extravagant behavior and turned to face the nine people.
Referee: "The killing begins!"
The nine of them surrounded Tang Lan, determined to kill this brat.
But
The ice blades, concealed by the illusion of light and shadow, were completely undetectable to them.
Frozen again by extreme ice.
just
Before Tang Lan could even unleash his Emperor Sword, a series of clicking sounds could be heard.
The nine people broke free from the ice and looked at Tang Lan with smug expressions.
"Kid, you don't actually think we're here to die, do you?"
"I'm a level 86 Contra Master!"
"Then you're a bit lower than me. I'm level 87!"
"Haha! I'm level 89!"
One by one, they revealed their spirit rings. Without exception, all nine people present were eight-ring spirit douluos!
No wonder it was able to break free from the extreme ice.
But
"An eight-ringed Contra Douluo is no match for you."
An imperial sword flew out.
A direct look at the most confident senior citizen from the Class of '89.
The latter confidently summoned his spear spirit, intending to knock the Emperor Sword away.
Tang Lan smiled.
— I ran into someone who had developed a bad mind.
Under the control of mental power, the Emperor Sword snaked around the spear like a serpent, suddenly accelerating and piercing through the opponent's throat.
Even an eight-ring Soul Douluo's protective soul power and strong physique are as thin as paper under the Emperor Sword.
Blue ice crystals spread across his body, transforming into a familiar ice sculpture.
Sold out instantly!
Another instant sell-out!
It seems exaggerated.
However, the 70-year-old soul bone skill, enhanced by the Sea God Douluo's spiritual secret skills, was still effective.
Killing a Soul Douluo who can't use Soul Skills in an instant is commonplace.
"There's something wrong with this kid!"
"Let's unite to resist!"
"Don't retreat! Kill that brat!"
"Should we defend or attack?"
The remaining eight people were in complete chaos.
Faced with an imperial sword that flies all over the field, none of them could withstand a single blow.
In less than ten seconds.
Eight Soul Douluos were turned into ice sculptures one after another, the closest one even being ten meters away from Tang Lan.
It's impossible to get close.
Tang Lan couldn't bear to kill such a precious Soul Douluo and devour its killing intent.
All of it was stored in the storage ring, to be devoured by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger later.
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This put the referees in a bit of a dilemma.
The Hell Slaughter Arena exists to make Soul Masters kill each other, thus increasing the size of the Blood Pool.
Tang Lan.
Suddenly!
The referee pretended to listen attentively, glancing at Tang Hao without making it obvious.
He quickly exclaimed, "9527 wins!"
They stopped urging people to leave the field.
The other viewers also understood.
—That kid down there is definitely something wrong with him!
Either they are old but young, and they are very strong.
They are either unparalleled geniuses who come to the hellish killing field for "training".
But neither of them are people they can afford to offend.
Who would willingly use their own life to become someone else's stepping stone?
The wise man, without the slightest hesitation, got up and walked out.
And they made up their minds not to get involved in this mess again in the short term.
Tang Lan watched them leave with a smile, without stopping them.
Looking at the remaining group, it became clear that they showed no intention of leaving the game.
And so they left the hellish killing field.
She deliberately separated from Tang Hao and walked outside.
These people immediately followed.
—This is a scheme involving murder and robbery.
Again.
Nine men can't beat you, but what about twenty?
More than fifty people surrounded Tang Lan in the square outside the Hell Killing Field.
Many more eyes were fixed on this side.
"Boy!" someone shouted, "Hand over your storage soul tool, and we might spare your life!"
"Kid, if you can crawl between my legs, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare your life?"
"That won't do, I have to climb too!"
"Yes, yes, and mine too!"
"Hahaha--"
A group of people, confident of victory, were in no hurry to make a move.
He found it very enjoyable to tease Tang Lan with his words.
Tang Lan was too lazy to waste any more words.
He said loudly, "Dad, do it, but don't kill him."
This sparked another round of laughter.
"Who is this brat calling 'Dad'?"
"With so many of us, even if a Title Douluo came, we could wear him down using soul skills, or at least wear him down!"
"Where's your dad? What's wrong?"
"Buzz—"
The murderous aura of the God of Slaughter opened, its tangible killing intent so intimidating that they dared not move!
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They turned their heads with difficulty and saw the iconic man and tiger.
Everyone's face was deathly pale!
It's actually Tang Hao, the God of Slaughter?!
This brat's father is actually this god of death!
They had only one thought in their minds—we're doomed!
Tang Lan said at the right moment, "Anyone who opens their mouth within three seconds can live."
Almost without hesitation, everyone opened their mouths.
Having spent a long time in the killing city, I know best what it means to be pragmatic.
Tang Lan waved her hand and scattered a patch of green light, one of which fell into the mouths of each person and entered their bodies.
This is a soul seed that he had condensed in advance.
Like the replica of the Oscar sausage.
It cannot exist for long in the City of Slaughter, but if it is implanted into the body, it is isolated by the aura and soul power of a living person.
It can then exist for a long time.
Activating them doesn't require spirit rings; Tang Lan only needs to have a thought.
these people.
Now they've all become puppets of their own souls, their lives hanging by a thread.
Are you scared?
(End of this chapter)