People are playing with luck in Douluo, and Zhu Zhuqing is intercepted at the beginning

A big black hammer appeared in Tang Hao's hand, and nine soul rings emerged from his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The aura of the titled Douluo surged instantly.

Dai Xiyu looked at Tang Hao quietly, his expression unmoved.

Tang Hao was surprised by Dai Xiyu's calmness, but at the same time, he also felt that something was getting tricky.

If the opponent is not afraid of the pressure of the Titled Douluo, it means that the opponent is probably also a strong Titled Douluo.

Considering such a young appearance, he might be a super strong person above level 97.

When reaching Super Douluo or above, a soul master's appearance will become younger as his cultivation level increases.

Therefore, those peerless Douluo who have lived for more than a hundred years look like young people who have just grown up.

Since the other party is strong, we can't wait any longer.

Among people of the same level, it is better to strike first!

Thinking like this, Tang Hao immediately tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer and prepared to use his soul skills.

However, at this moment.

Tang Hao suddenly felt that his body could not move.

The soul skill that was about to be used also fell silent and could not be released.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that made Tang Hao even more horrified appeared.

His Clear Sky Hammer unexpectedly retracted into his body automatically, and his soul ring also disappeared with it.

what's the situation?
The sudden situation made Tang Hao's forehead drip with cold sweat.

In a battle of this level, taking back the martial spirit is almost equivalent to cleaning the neck and sending it to the opponent for slaughter.

Tang Hao could almost see the scene where he was about to retreat with serious injuries.

But Dai Xiyu, contrary to Tang Hao's expectation, did not take action.

He came to Tang Hao, still holding his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Tell me, where are Tang San and Xiao Wu?"

Tang Hao sneered in his heart and sneered at Dai Xiyu's behavior.

If he could ask anything by just asking, then he might as well just commit suicide.

However, the next moment, Tang Hao opened his eyes in horror.

His mouth and throat began to speak uncontrollably.

"Tang San... hid himself... I don't know where he is... Xiao Wu ran away a long time ago... We didn't pay attention at the time..."

After saying that, Tang Hao was very horrified.

The look he looked at Dai Xiyu was like looking at a savage beast.

"You...you are...god?!"

That's right, in Tang Hao's view, this ability to forcibly control others without releasing the martial soul can only be the power of God.

Dai Xiyu did not answer, but sighed regretfully.

"It seems that we won't be able to find him in a short time. Anyway, let him live a little longer, and I will settle matters with him sooner or later."

With a fortune of over [-] million, as long as Tang San ran away, it would be impossible to find him.

Unless his luck is higher than Tang San's.

Dai Xiyu secretly calculated

According to the luck when he last saw Tang San, minus the luck that was robbed later.

After calculation, Tang San's remaining luck at this time should be around 6000 million.

In one month, I had already robbed myself of 4000 million yuan of luck.

"As expected of a son of luck, with his ability to avoid risks, even my father can betray him."

Dai Xiyu shook his head and looked at Tang Hao.

"There is no right or wrong in our grudges. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You must be prepared to die."

Dai Xiyu never thought that he was very righteous.

In the world of Douluo Continent, there is no justice.

The justice that Tang San kept talking about was just an excuse for his own tyranny.

Only hypocritical people can use justice to disguise their selfish desires.

Tang Hao still refused to give up, mobilizing all the soul power in his body and constantly struggling.

However, under the control of the million-year-old skull, even if he is a level 96 super Douluo, it will be of no avail.Dai Xiyu looked at Tang Hao and said expressionlessly: "Cut off the right arm."

Dai Xiyu's words seemed to be God's will, and Tang Hao immediately took out a machete with his free left hand.

With a horrified look on his face, he slashed hard on his right arm and shoulder.

"Pfft!"

There was a wailing sound, and Tang Hao's right arm was broken at the root, and the whole arm fell to the ground.

At the same time, a crystal soul bone separated from Tang Hao's arm.

Dai Xiyu continued: "Cut off the left leg."

Tang Hao's eyes were completely gone with unruliness, replaced by endless fear.

Having your life controlled by someone is the most terrifying thing.

Before he had time to think, Tang Hao already felt severe pain.

The entire left leg was also cut off by himself.

Another piece of soul bone was peeled off.

"Right leg."

This time, Dai Xiyu only said two words, and Tang Hao already swung the machete and cut off his right leg.

Howling on the mouth, but it can't interrupt the movement of the body.

Dai Xiyu stepped forward and looked down at Tang Hao, who had become shorter.

If Dai Xiyu didn't hide his strength, if Dai Xiyu didn't have the golden cicada's soul skill to escape from his shell.

Then, he had already turned into a puddle of flesh under Tang Hao's hammer.

And now, it's time to settle the grudges.

Dai Xiyu didn't want to do it himself, so he used his soul bone to control Tang Hao.

Now, Tang Hao only has one arm left and can no longer cut it off by himself.

Dai Xiyu could only bend down and take the machete from Tang Hao's hand.

Looking at this middle-aged man indifferently, he said coldly:
"Farewell, Haotian Douluo, I will send your son to see you as soon as possible."

At this time, Tang Hao was also heartbroken and knew that he would definitely die.

He looked at Dai Xiyu with hatred and greedily breathed the last air.

"If you succeed as a king or lose as a bandit, there is no need to fear death! You will be a hero again in 18 years. I will definitely kill you with my own hands in the next life!"

After Tang Hao finished speaking his last words, Dai Xiyu raised his knife and dropped it expressionlessly.

With one knife, Tang Hao's neck was cut off, and his head rolled down.

The second knife flashed past and cut off Tang Hao's remaining left arm.

The powerful Haotian Douluo of a generation ended up being dismembered.

The moment Tang Hao's head hit the ground.

A special reminder appeared in front of Dai Xiyu's eyes.

[Successfully harvested the luck from Tang Hao +12610801]

After Tang Hao died, a total of six soul bones appeared on the ground.

Haotian Douluo, who could kill two people with one against three, was indeed worth a lot of money. He had collected all six soul bones.

Moreover, each soul bone is at least 5 years old.

This is the first time Dai Xiyu has killed a son of luck with a fortune exceeding ten million.

But it won't be the last time.

After putting away all the soul bones, Dai Xiyu dug a hole and buried Tang Hao in it.

Although they have hatred towards each other, they are still influential figures and have contributed so much luck to themselves.

Dai Xiyu didn't want him to be buried in the wilderness after his death.

As for the stone tablet, he was too lazy to erect it anymore.

Although Tang Hao's soul bones are extremely precious to the entire continent.

But Dai Xiyu looked down upon them all and received them directly in the system warehouse.

Turning his head, the white wings behind him spread out, and Dai Xiyu soared into the sky instantly. (End of chapter)