Douluo: I'm a real villain

Chapter 72 Come out to mix, sooner or later

on the ring.

Facing the two soul kings, Lin Feng did not panic at all.

Even if they have a ten thousand year soul king.

Moreover, the spirit power was still strongly suppressed from the Titled Douluo.

Then he is not afraid.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Lin Feng.

Her figure was invisibly close to him.

The arrogant posture is almost unobstructed at first glance.

However, Lin Feng did not deviate by a single point.

On the contrary, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.

interesting!
This little girl still likes Lin Feng!

Blood Slaughter and Blood Rain also looked at Lin Feng.

In their eyes, Lin Feng was the prey that was about to be hunted.

He won't have any power to fight back.

At that time, it will be crushed by force!
The audience's breathing stopped.

The whole place was dead quiet.

They are in a tangle, who is betting on this battle?

"Two soul kings, I bet double blood."

"I also bet on double blood."

"The two-blood combination will win, this time I won't support the God of War."

The audience judged entirely based on soul power.

Even when Lin Feng appeared, he was very sensational.

But they are also very rational.

"I bet the Qingfeng combination, three thousand gold soul coins."

Bibi Dong walked to the betting table and spoke slowly.

A purse was thrown up coldly.

She turned and walked back to the stands.

The staff looked at her without making a sound.

When facing Bibi Dong, an invisible pressure shrouded them, and they struggled even to speak.

on the ring.

The host begins to lift off.

"Open martial arts."

As soon as the three words fell, there was still no movement in the arena.

Lin Feng and Zhu Zhuqing did not move.

Blood slaughter and blood rain did not move.

Not even a breath of friction.

"Martial Soul: Blood."

The blood slaughtered slowly.

Soul rings began to appear under his feet.

This was also the first time he had released a spirit ring since he entered the Great Soul Arena.

Black black black black red.

The instant the 10-year soul ring emerged, the entire audience burst into red light.

The corners of Xuetu's mouth curled up.

This is the funeral he specially prepared for Lin Feng.

Soul power crushing!

Soul ring crush!

What did he win?

"Martial Soul: Founding Demon Body."

Just six words.

A bloody figure appeared behind Lin Feng.

There are blood-colored lines and golden bloodstains up and down the entire field.

In the improvement of soul power, the founding demon body seems to be slightly different.

The spirit ring appeared.

Purple purple black black red.

Presumably Xuetu's spirit ring is indeed more than a star and a half.

"Hmph, Zhu Zhuqing, do you think you can win?"

Blood rained.

She looked at Zhu Zhuqing with contempt.

As for Lin Feng, the blood slaughter's prey was already dead.

Zhu Zhuqing's icy gaze fell on Xueyu.

The woman who wanted to kill her.

Still the mortal enemy.

Zhu Zhuqing was the first to release his martial spirit.

The soul ring is yellow and purple.

Compared to her, her spirit ring configuration is simply rubbish.

"This time, you all have to die."

Blood Rain showed no mercy.

Xue Tu didn't say a word.

But the contempt in his eyes already represented everything.

This is a bird's-eye view from Titled Douluo.

The battle has not yet begun.

The whole place was dead quiet.

The audience held their breath and remained silent.

The cheers and shouts of the past have been completely stripped away in this battle.

"The battle begins."

The host had to urge it.

There is a time limit.

It ends without starting.

"It's already started, Bloodstain."

The corner of Xuetu's mouth evoked a leisurely arc.

Under his feet, a red silk thread connected to the front.

It didn't stop until it reached Zhu Zhuqing's feet.

"Hit yourself."

Snapped.

Zhu Zhuqing waved his small hand and slapped himself fiercely.

"Kneel down."

The next moment, Zhu Zhuqing actually knelt on the ground with both knees.

"kowtow."

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The sound cracked.

Zhu Zhuqing kowtowed desperately, his forehead was gradually bruised and blood splattered.

"asshole."

"what!!!"

Zhu Zhuqing scolded angrily, but she couldn't control her behavior at all.

"Haha, how do you feel?"

Xue Tu looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

His eyes scrutinized her body, and there was a hint of corruption in his eyes.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing could do whatever he wanted.

She couldn't resist at all.

"Climb over."

"Lick me."

The blood slaughter hooked his fingers.

Zhu Zhuqing actually landed on all fours and slowly crawled towards Xue Tu.

"Hey, your soul skill is interesting!"

Lin Feng grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's tail costume with one hand.

She could only lie on her stomach, but she couldn't move forward.

"Why don't you control me?"

"Or is it that you can't control a soul master with a lower level than you?"

Lin Feng smiled evilly.

His arms jerked violently.

Zhu Zhuqing fell directly from the ring and fell towards the ground.

She just came to make up the numbers.

Unnecessary burden.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped off the stage.

Lin Feng's eyes instantly rose with an indescribable arrogance.

At this moment, it seems as if the king is in the world, despising all things in the world.

Titled Douluo who was reduced to the Soul King?
He can easily kill even the genuine Title Douluo.

Don't say it's pirated.

"Cut, you must die."

Blood Rain smiled coldly.

But the next moment, her smile froze.

Lin Feng actually appeared in front of her.

Punch out.

She flew out all over and knelt on the ground.

Has been rubbing a full three feet away.

"Let the enemy kneel, I will too, but the method of kneeling is more rude."

Lin Feng looked at his fingers.

He looked at the blood slaughter.

At this moment, the two were only less than one meter apart.

In an instant, both of them moved.

Lin Feng fought with the blood slaughter with a golden aura of sharpness.

The two didn't use any soul power, they were completely fighting each other.

Bang bang bang.

In the sky, one after another soul power shook out.

The roaring audience just stick to the auditorium.

Zhu Zhuqing stood under the ring, watching this scene.

Depressed face.

How could she feel abandoned like a burden?
Are you really not worthy of Lin Feng?
Zhu Zhuqing began to doubt his temperament, appearance, and strength.

Bibi Dong can fight side by side with him.

But she... doesn't deserve it.

Against the Soul King, she is a burden.

Not to mention, more powerful enemies in the future.

Bang.

Suddenly, the entire arena shook out of thin air.

The smoke dissipated.

Xue Yu looked at everything in front of him, and suddenly his pupils narrowed.

The entire audience took a deep breath.

A remorse lingered in their hearts.

Especially some businessmen, even the bowels of regret are green.

on the ring.

Lin Feng stepped on Xuetu's chest and looked down at him.

The bright red eyes are like a demon.

In just three breaths, the outcome will be decided.

No one thought it would be so fast.

No, no one thought that Lin Feng would win.

"Hey, ugly girl, how's it going? Kill me! Kill me!"

Lin Feng tilted his neck, revealing his snow-white neck.

Bibi Dong patted her forehead.

fainted.

This shit is up again.

Absolutely.

Is this begging for defeat?

However, Lin Feng's humble appearance looks particularly attractive.

At least Bibi Dong's heart is sprouting.

As if 30 years younger.

"Second soul skill, Nether Fist."

Bang.

The blood slaughter has been completely incapacitated.

But Lin Feng still put a fist on his chin.

When they planned Zhu Zhuqing, they should have thought of everything today.

Feng Shui turns.

Out to mix, sooner or later have to repay.

　Ask for a ticket, ask for a ticket, thank you, thank you! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)