Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"Buzz!"

Amidst the titled Douluo's shrill screams, streaks of silver light exploded from the silver dragon spear, like countless fine silver needles piercing his palms and then covering his whole body.

"laugh!"

At this moment, Qin Jian behind him held the long sword upside down with both hands, his eyes were filled with blood, and his martial soul was dyed blood red with a murderous aura, and then... he thrust it in hard.

"puff!"

A sharp piercing sound was heard as the sword penetrated the chest.

"Uh…"

The titled Douluo's screams stopped abruptly.

He turned around with difficulty: "Why... why... your gun... moves on its own?"

When Hu Liena heard this, she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing: "Not only can his gun move by itself, it can also hit people by itself!"

"This Titled Douluo's calculations are pretty good, but it's a pity that Qin Jian is following his plan. Even if the final target is not his gun, there is a high chance that he will be killed in counter-attack."

Tang San sighed: "I can kill Titled Douluo, but the gap with him is getting bigger and bigger. It's really hard for people to have the courage to catch up..."

Hu Liena glanced at him: "I have no idea of ​​catching up with him a long time ago. As long as I can stand by his side in the future, I didn't expect you to have such lofty ideas."

She looked back at Qin Jian's figure, with a hint of fascination on her face: "His light is as dazzling as ever, no one can compare with him!"

Tang San looked at him sideways.

He could say such disgusting things, this woman was hopeless, he was sure...

in the field.

Qin Jian withdrew his martial spirit, recalled the silver dragon spear, and stood quietly in the center.

This can be regarded as his habit, deliberately staying for a while in order to absorb the power of the soul.

"Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King!——"

This time the cheers were louder than ever, and the manic atmosphere almost overturned the entire hell killing field.

"Shh!"

This time, after Qin Jian absorbed the soul power, he did not end up as usual. Instead, he still stood there, with a storm of murderous intent suddenly sweeping over him.

Bloody murderous intent spread across the sky like wind and clouds, and the killing field instantly became silent.

In the past three years, Qin Jian had killed over ten thousand fallen people, and the killing aura in his body was so great that not even Tang San could match it.

Although murderous intent cannot be compared with strength, under this murderous intent, many people will lose the courage to fight.

"Please drive... Hell Road."

Qin Jian's voice seemed to come from the ice, making everyone shiver.

They knew that the Silver Dragon King, who had passed a hundred games, was asking to open the road to hell...

"Congratulations, the powerful Silver Dragon King..."

Suddenly, sharp sounds came from all directions, and the strong pressure caused the murderous aura on Qin Jian's body to roll back in an instant.

At the same time, a blood-red figure appeared in mid-air.

"The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter!——"

The atmosphere in the entire hell killing field reached its peak in an instant, and all the degenerates were roaring to the sky, and their fanaticism made Qin Jian's scalp numb.

A group of believers completely controlled by Huang Quanlu...

"Are you going to go to hell?"

The King of Slaughter, shrouded in blood, bowed his head and asked, his voice low and full of murderous intent.

Qin Jian couldn't help but take half a step back under the pressure of his murderous intent.

"Swish!"

At this time, Tang San and Hu Liena appeared beside him, one on the left and one on the right, resisting the terrifying killing aura together.

"Yes, please drive to Hell Road!" The three of them said in unison.

The King of Slaughter was obviously stunned.

His eyes swept across the three of them one by one, and finally fell on Qin Jian: "If you want to drive to hell... you can, but the Silver Dragon King must leave the gun in his hand."

"what?"

Hu Liena exclaimed.

The fallen who had fallen into fanaticism also froze.

After all, it is the rule of the Killing City that you can enter Hell by winning [-] games in a row. I have never heard of saying that you have to leave your gun behind.

"It's not that I broke the rules intentionally, but you broke the rules of my killing city..."

It seemed that he knew what everyone was confused about. Before Qin Jian and others asked, the voice of the King of Slaughter rumbled throughout the audience: "You used this gun to take away the soul power of all the dead souls. This violates the law of killing." The rules of the capital.”

Everyone was stunned.

After all, the power of sucking souls is too terrifying, not to mention that according to the King of Slaughter, Qin Jian sucked everything away.

"King of Slaughter, what evidence do you have to prove that my gun took away all the soul power?"

Of course he wouldn't admit it if he could. Qin Jian had no interest in telling the King of Slaughter about benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust.

"Oh, it's ridiculous!"

The murderous aura in the King of Slaughter became even more powerful: "Originally, I really had no evidence to prove you, but your gun just absorbed the soul of a Titled Douluo, and it just so happened that the soul of this Titled Douluo was marked by me!"

He pointed his hand, and a streak of blood suddenly emitted from the silver dragon gun.

"Qin Jian...it takes half an hour for the titled Douluo's soul to be digested..."

Na'er's helpless voice sounded from the bottom of her heart at the same time.

Qin Jian nodded imperceptibly: "After all, he is the King of Slaughter. He has scheming intentions. It is indeed impossible for us to completely cover it up."

"What else can you say?!"

The wrath of the King of Slaughter made all the fallen tremble in fear.

But Qin Jian smiled, raised his head and said, "King of Slaughter, if I remember correctly, in the City of Slaughter, all the belongings of the dead belong to the murderer, right?"

"The soul power I absorb has always come from those fallen people who died under my hands. This shouldn't violate the rules."

The King of Slaughter frowned: "All souls belong to the City of Slaughter."

"It seems that no one has ever said this." Qin Jian said lightly.

"You dare to disobey me?!"

There was nothing more to say, the King of Slaughter began to exude a domineering aura, intending to overwhelm Qin Jian.

Qin Jian took out a sign directly: "I think the King of Slaughter should know who is behind us. You don't want to offend her, right?"

The King of Slaughter's cheeks, covered in blood, twitched uncontrollably.

He really didn't want to offend Bibi Dong, not mentioning the threat from her own God-killing Domain, just saying that he couldn't tear up the agreement with Wuhun Palace at will.

Otherwise, his killing capital will be gone!

Qin Jian was also running his quantum brain at this time: "I have only absorbed the souls of ten thousand people, which is not too much for the entire killing city. Why did he insist on keeping the Silver Dragon Spear?"

"Do you want me to return this soul power to the killing city?" Qin Jian suddenly asked.

"Qin Jian?" Na'er's voice was confused.

Qin Jian said in his heart: "Don't worry, this is the power you used to transform in advance, how can you return it to him? I'm just testing it..."

"Do not."

The King of Slaughter said to everyone's surprise: "I do not allow anything that can absorb the power of the soul to exist. You must leave your gun behind."

"Is that so..."

Thinking of the things on the road to hell, Qin Jian probably guessed why the King of Slaughter must leave the Silver Dragon Spear behind...