Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

The small red eyes were staring at the giant dragon in mid-air. Suddenly, the flesh wings on his back waved hard, and the body was instantly ejected, but the direction was not towards the giant dragon, but towards Yang Pojun.

"I go……"

The purple snake's move immediately startled Yang Pojun, "Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?"

In the blink of an eye, the long purple snake flew in front of Yang Pojun, opened its bloody mouth and bit at Yang Pojun. The two poisonous teeth in its mouth flashed a cold light in the darkness.

Faced with this situation, Yang Pojun had no choice at all at the moment. He was now just a ball of conscious mental power, and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to!

At this moment, a red figure arrived in vain, and its huge body immediately stood in front of Yang Pojun, separating him from the long purple snake.

However, something unexpected happened.

The long purple snake did not attack the giant dragon. Instead, it flapped its wings fiercely, twisted its body, and flew to the other side at high speed.

"Roar……"

After a roar, the red dragon suddenly sprang out.

bang...

bang...

bang...

The giant red dragon was like a huge fly swatter, using its huge dragon tail to swat the long purple snake away again and again.

And the long purple snake is like an invincible little strong, taking off again and again, being shot away, taking off, and being shot away again...

"Too bloody, too cruel..."

Seeing the giant red dragon showing off its power and randomly slapping the long purple snake around, Yang Pojun felt so happy. This scene was so relaxing.

As it was shot away again and again, the color on the purple snake gradually lost its luster.

After a while, the color on the purple snake was almost transparent.

However, this guy's vitality was extremely tenacious, and he still waved his wings unyieldingly and flew up again.

Yang Pojun finally figured out that the combat power of the purple snake and the red dragon were not on the same level at all. The red dragon was just playing with it.

bang...

As it was slapped away again, the purple snake's body began to become illusory, the wings on its back had disappeared, and its body was even more looming.

Looking at the purple snake's dilapidated body, it was obvious that the red dragon had also lost the patience to play.

"Roar……"

As if to laugh at the purple snake's overestimation, the red dragon slowly descended, its huge dragon head lowered slowly, with a look of contempt in its eyes.

However, at this moment, the long purple snake that was weak just now suddenly raised its head, all the purple energy quietly condensed, the purple diamond-shaped gem on its forehead suddenly flashed with brilliance, and two beams of purple light shot out in vain, straight into the giant dragon In his eyes...

The next moment, the red dragon suddenly froze...

Yang Pojun: "..."

Yang Pojun, who had been watching attentively just now, was suddenly startled by the sudden operation of the purple snake.

When he looked at the red dragon again, he was suddenly startled.

"No way?"

At this moment, Yang Pojun suddenly felt a sense of despair, and the hope he had just ignited suddenly fell to the bottom.

Even if you think about it with your buttocks, these two beams of purple light from the purple snake are definitely not simple.

The only thing he wants to do now is to go up and slap the red dragon twice.

I asked you to pretend to be B. Is it too big this time?

Don't blame Yang Pojun for his double standard. After all, his life now completely depends on the red dragon. If it dies, it means that he is not far from death.

"Brother, hold on..."

As if it heard Yang Pojun's prayer, the red light around the dragon suddenly bloomed. The next moment, a violent roar shook the sky, and the red dragon suddenly flew down and swallowed the long purple snake into its mouth.

With the roar of the giant dragon, Yang Pojun's soul suddenly felt a tremor. When he was dying of consciousness, he seemed to see the red dragon attacking him with monstrous rage...

When Yang Pojun woke up from the coma again, he found that he was already at home. When he woke up, he suddenly felt pain everywhere in his body, and his body was even more uncomfortable with greasy sweat.

Especially his hands and legs, it was as if they were filled with lead. The slightest movement caused pain as if being pricked by thousands of steel needles, making him groan.

"Fuck...it hurts..."

"Xiaojun, are you awake? How do you feel?"

After Yang Pojun groaned, a figure suddenly flashed over.

The person who came was none other than Yang Pojun's only relative in this world, Yang Wudi, the leader of the Po clan.

Yang Wudi has a slender figure, a very well-proportioned figure, and looks extremely young with his black hair.

There was an anxious look on his resolute face, and his bloodshot eyes were staring nervously at Yang Pojun. A pair of steady and strong hands gently held Yang Pojun's shoulders.

"grandfather……"

Seeing Yang Wudi's haggard appearance and anxious look, Yang Wudi suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

There is a saying that Yang Pojun has never had much feelings about the Po clan or the nominal grandfather.

Possibly due to the time travel of his soul, Yang Pojun has had his own independent thinking since birth, so he has always viewed Yang Wudi as an outsider, and has no sense of belonging to the Po clan.

However, human hearts are made of flesh, and everyone has feelings. Seeing that Yang Wudi became so haggard because of him, Yang Pojun felt really moved.

What is a relative?

It’s nothing more than life and death!

After this incident, Yang Pojun also completely looked away. Since fate asked him to start over, he should cherish everything he has now.

Let bygones be bygones. The former Yang Jun is dead. My current name is Yang Pojun, and I am the grandson of Yang Wudi, the leader of the Douluo Continent Po clan.

My name is Po Jun, I will forge a heart of steel with my flesh and blood, and I will surely overwhelm the gods with my mortal strength.

No matter who it is, if a friend comes from afar, he will be killed no matter how far away he is!

After thinking everything through, Yang Pojun became much calmer. When he looked at Yang Wudi again, his eyes were a little more inexplicably moved.

"Grandpa...I'm fine...I..."

"As long as it's okay, it's okay. Don't think too much, take a good rest, and don't worry. Your parents passed away early, and grandpa is your only relative. Even if grandpa fights for his life, he won't let you get hurt at all."

"Haha, old gorilla, did I hear wrongly? Such disgusting words came from the mouth of an old goat?"

"Hehe, Old Man Niu, you heard it right, you heard it right. This time I really did not come in vain. This is the first time in so many years that I have seen the tender side of the old goat."

"You didn't come in vain, I've made a big loss this time..."

As soon as Yang Wudi finished speaking, three old men of different shapes walked in from outside the house, talking and laughing with rough voices.

Although Yang Pojun had never met these three people, Yang Pojun roughly guessed their identities from their names.

The leader was extremely strong, and the clothes outside could not hide his swelling muscles. He had a tough look on his face, his beard and hair were gray, and his short hair stood on top of his head like steel needles. His eyes were even more unpredictable.

This should be the Titan, the leader of the Force Clan, right?

The other old man, who is only half a head shorter than Tai Tan, has an extremely deep voice, and has a pair of big copper bells and piercing eyes. He should be Niu Gao, the leader of the Yu clan, right?

If Titan is like a majestic mountain, then Niugao is like a broad and solid fortress. Although the robe he wears outside is very wide, it naturally cannot hide his majestic figure.

As for the last old man, he has a slender figure but looks very well-proportioned. His long hair is spread behind him. His hair is already snow-white, but his face is as rosy as a baby's.

This should be Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan and Tang San's great-uncle, right?

But why does he look at me so strangely?