Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"Shhhhh!"

In the hell killing field, almost only nine shadows can be seen flashing rapidly.

Compared with speed, Qin Jian is indeed inferior to these Contras.

So he just stood in the center, holding the silver dragon gun, waiting quietly.

"With nine Soul Douluo united, even the Titled Douluo can't defeat them without using soul skills, right?"

"That's the theory, but he is the Silver Dragon King!"

"Yes, the Silver Dragon King has always been an existence that breaks the rules."

"..."

I don't know since when, even though Qin Jian was competing, the fallen who were watching his game still didn't dare to fight and indulge in random fights in the stands.

They behaved just like the audience in the Great Soul Fighting Arena outside, a peaceful scene...

"Nine Contras, I wonder if he can win smoothly..."

Tang San stood by the railing at the front, his eyes filled with purple light.

"He... won't lose." Hu Liena chuckled.

Tang San couldn't help but glance at her, and found that the look on her face was as firm as faith.

"How on earth did this guy get brainwashed? This is the golden generation of Wuhun Palace... he is very likely to become the heir..."

Tang San looked at the audience with a look of astonishment.

"Tang San."

At this moment Hu Liena's voice suddenly sounded, and Tang San turned around: "Huh?"

"After Qin Jian passes the first round, the three of us will go through the Hell Road together. What do you think about this?" Hu Liena said lightly.

Tang San couldn't see any information from her face, so he said: "Of course we unite and break through together, what else can we say?"

"The teacher said that the roads to hell are all strange and different, so he didn't tell us how to prepare..."

Hu Liena said: "And her biggest warning is not to trust anyone on the road to hell, because any companion you trust may stab you in the back at the most critical moment."

She looked at Tang San, with obvious distrust in her eyes.

Tang San was speechless: "It turns out you don't trust me, so what do you and Qin Jian say?"

Hu Liena rolled her eyes slightly: "Of course he and I are different. We are lovers and the same person. There is no trust or distrust."

The look of a little woman on her face made Tang San secretly speechless, and he once again showed respect to Qin Jian in his heart.

"You and Qin Jian are the same person, although Qin Jian and I can't say that..."

Tang San smiled slightly: "But he and I are classmates, roommates, comrades-in-arms, and brothers. So, can you believe me?"

Hu Liena was slightly startled, silent for a moment, and then shook her head: "I can't. In fact, you can't trust me completely, right? We are only united because of Qin Jian."

Tang San nodded and said: "Indeed, he is the one we trust the most. Only with him here can we have the possibility of uniting."

"So I'm not asking this in the hope that we can establish trust immediately..."

Hu Liena looked at Tang San seriously and said, "I hope to make an agreement with you. No matter what happens on the Hell Road, none of us will be the first to attack from behind."

"Is that so?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Hu Liena nodded: "That's good."

The two looked at the field again, and the situation had changed.

Because the nine Contras seemed to have rehearsed in advance, they actually formed three groups and attacked Qin Jian in groups.

"Bang bang bang..."

Just like when hundreds or thousands of people are sieging, it is impossible for everyone to attack, and only a dozen people are fighting at the same time.

Contra-level attacks are more likely to affect each other, so they can maximize the attack effect by forming a group of three.

"Ding ding ding..."

In the center, Qin Jian stood still because he couldn't keep up with his speed. He danced a silver dragon spear so airtight that he blocked all attacks.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that this way of dealing with it is not possible. Qin Jian, who only has Soul Emperor-level soul power, will soon be exhausted by the Soul Douluo.

"boom!"

At this moment, everyone's eyes narrowed.

Because a huge golden iron ball suddenly appeared in the field and hit Qin Jian head-on.

This time was chosen extremely well, it was the moment when Qin Jian was parrying the attacks of the other three.

"Silver Dragon King, die!——"

Amidst the fierce roar, the three-foot-long iron ball fell from the sky with great force, as if it was going to smash Qin Jian into pulp!

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to stand here as a target?"

Qin Jian suddenly smiled, and the martial soul sword in his left hand that had never been used was suddenly thrown out by him.

"Your attack patterns... I have memorized them all."

Just when the iron ball was about to hit his head, Qin Jian's figure suddenly disappeared from the field.

"boom!--"

Under the violent bombardment, the entire arena shook.

But no one cared about the effect of this attack. After all, the targets of the attack had disappeared. Of course, they were looking for Qin Jian.

"Uh... ah!"

Suddenly a tragic scream sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw Qin Jian appearing behind a person at some point. He was holding the hilt of the Wuhun sword in his left hand and kept thrusting out the spear in his right hand.

And the Contra in front of him had his chest penetrated by the gun light...

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

"This is called... martial soul teleportation, second stage!"

Qin Jian smiled slightly, and the sword in his hand was suddenly thrown out again.

This time, in front of everyone, the martial spirit did not fly out in a straight line, but like a propeller, spinning and shooting towards the stunned Contras.

"boom!"

Some people saw the Wuhun Sword flying towards them and subconsciously raised their weapons to block it. However, after the sword was blocked by him, it did not reflect back as everyone expected. Instead, it flew to one side and flew behind him inexplicably.

"Shh!"

The next moment, Qin Jian's figure appeared in the sky above him, holding the Wuhun Sword in his left hand and stabbing with the silver dragon spear in his right hand, and another person was stabbed with a hole.

"what!--"

As the man fell to the ground, miserable screams also echoed in the somewhat quiet arena.

Everyone was in confusion and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why Qin Jian, who was originally at a disadvantage, could easily kill the two of them.

"It turns out that this guy has been pestering me for two years. He has been asking about the angle, rebound arc, strength, prediction, and refraction method for so long... and it's actually for this!"

On the sidelines, Tang San covered his face: "Isn't this the Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique, bat-wing reincarnation!"

He was speechless, but he was also amazed that Qin Jian could understand such a technique on his own.

After all, he had his own secrets to practice, but Qin Jian relied entirely on his own imagination to create a technique with almost the same effect.

One is learning and the other is creating. The two are worlds apart.

"What a genius..."

He secretly sighed in his heart: "Is the talent for transforming a million-year-old soul beast really so high? Even if I bring the entire Tang Sect's inheritance, I can't compare to him?"

"Besides, he can make so many girls die..."

Sigh... As I think about it, I just want to take a bite of lemon...