Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

  The gap between Tang Sanjiao's eyes wandered the narrow eyes.

   "Third brother, don't talk, I know."

  Looking at Tang Sanyue's languishing breath, Yang Ming felt a throbbing heart, fearing that he would hang up if he accidentally.

   Yang Ming held Tang San's hand tightly, staring at him, and said lowly:

   "Third brother, believe me, I will kill these two guys who made you look like this, and save you out, sure!"

  Tang San was touched for a while, and remembered the promise between the two of them some time ago, sobbing:

   "In the wind...in the wind."

   Yang Ming nodded heavily and cut the railroad:

   "Burn in fire!"

   Tang San smiled, closed his eyes with a smile, and slept peacefully.

Yang Ming was shocked and reached out to probe Tang San's nose and found that there was still some breathing. While relieved in his heart, he avoided pulling the injury on him and carefully laid Tang Sanping on the ground. Then he took off his coat and covered him with his flesh and blood to prevent him from waiting for the cold.

   After doing all this, Yang Ming looked at Wang Zhong and Li Ren, his fists clenched tightly, there were blue tendons protruding from the back of the fist, ten fingers were deeply pinched into the flesh, and a trace of blood overflowed between the fingers.

  Yang Ming was a little afraid in the heart. If he came a step late, maybe his best friend and best brother would be dead.

  The emotional waves in my heart, as if there were haze, the quiet before the downpour was coming, making Yang Ming's surface look like usual.

   The eyes are as sharp as an open sword. Yang Ming stares straight at Wang Zhong and Li Ren who didn't care, suppressing his inner emotions, and said coldly:

   "You have made me angry."

"Why? Do you still want to bite me?" Looking at Yang Ming, who was only close to his waist, Li Rensi laughed unabashedly: "It seems that the stinky ghost is your very important friend, now it is Don’t you feel angry or angry?"

   "But what if you can take us both?"

   "Even if I stand here and let you fight, you can't beat me!"

   "Hahaha!"

   said, Li Ren's fat, Maitreya-like fat face was glowing red, and he smiled with pride.

  Yang Ming's eyes were cold, and he was almost suppressed to the extreme emotion, rushing towards Li Ren.

  I don’t know if it’s arrogance or contempt for Yang Ming. As he said, Li Ren didn’t mean to avoid it at all, so he stood upright.

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  Yang Ming roared and roared in his heart, as if he wanted to vent all his depressed emotions. There was no room for mercy as soon as he shot, and one move was a big move!

   Qinglian sword song!

  Yang Ming stepped on his feet, embodied the sword spirit, and the sword spirit was vertical and horizontal!

   In Li Ren's astonished eyes, five sword qi loomed in Qinglian, and he concentrated on chopping on a position. The shocked sword light reflected in Li Ren's eyes and crossed diagonally from his neck, beheading him!

   Li Ren was shocked, but there was no touch on his face, but he whispered in a hurry:

   "Stone Turtle! Possession!"

The light yellow light flashed over him. Li Ren's already fat body shape once again developed in a horizontal direction, directly bursting his clothes, and his skin suddenly formed a slap-like stone scale armor, and his back was even covered. A solid layer of stone tortoise shell, the whole person is like a human tortoise.

  Yang Ming's decisive blow, which fell on Li Ren's relatively weak defense neck, actually made a "ding jingle" crisp sound.

   The sword spirit gathers and returns to the figure.

   Yang Ming fell behind Li Ren, and looked at Li Ren who turned around but his head was intact, and his heart sank.

   "Stupid devil." Li Ren lifted his chin slightly and proudly said: "My Wuhun Stone Turtle is a martial soul with outstanding defensive power. You can't break my defense with your attack!"

  Yang Ming's eyes moved. It is not the time to use Qinglian's earth-hearted martial arts soul.

  Every time you use this martial spirit, you will drain the soul power of Yang Ming's body, even if you kill a Li Ren, but don't forget, there is also a Wang Zhong staring at him.

   The chance is only once!

  Yang Ming didn't dare to gamble.

  Seeing that there was no way to take Li Ren in a short time, Yang Ming immediately turned around and ran towards Wang Zhong, who seemed to kill better.

  Wang Zhong has seen the strangely shaped sword power in Yang Ming's hands. With his fragile body, once he gets to the side of the mysterious sword, I am afraid he will immediately break his arms and legs.

   Wang Zhong's face changed drastically, his hands were covered with gleaming green light, reflecting his sharp-billed monkey cheeks as ghosts, and then he pressed his palm to the ground.

   "Thorn! Twine!"

   With Yang Ming as the center, within a 200-meter radius, each earth-bearing bulge was followed by strips of thorns like snakes and pythons, as if they were alive, and wrapped around Yang Ming from all sides.

   At the same time, Li Ren saw Yang Ming abandoning himself, and immediately roared and took a heavy step. Every step took a heavy footstep on the ground, like an elephant running, shaking the ground and rolling leaves.

   Yang Ming held his sword independently, and Hengmei coldly spurred the thorns that radiated from all around, and displayed the Qinglian sword trick of Jianxian Li Bai. Even if Yang Ming only learned the first layer of Qinglian, it was enough to cope with the current situation.

  Yang Ming has Qinglian sword light every time he wields his sword. With the sharpness of the mysterious sword, these thorns that are as strong as iron are almost scattered at a touch.

  Yang Ming was dressed in white, cold between the eyebrows, walking with a sword, accompanied by bursts of green lotus, the thorns were dripping like rain, setting him like a swordsman in the forest.

   "Li Ren, save me quickly!"

   Wang Zhong was trembling with fear. Since his family knew his own affairs, his thorny martial spirit was not as ordinary as it seemed on the surface, and it had the characteristics of sturdiness and toxicity.

   But the little boy in front of him has subverted the three views of his past. How could his martial spirit be so strong?

   In addition, he obviously hasn't got the soul ring yet. Where can he get such a powerful soul skill?

  Wang Zhong's old tricks were reapplied~www.ltnovel.com~ A thorn was wrapped around his waist, circumventing the route of Yang Ming's path, and a half-large circle was converged in the direction of Li Ren.

   As long as there is a big meat shield Li Ren carrying in front of him, Wang Zhong is confident that he is sure to kill Yang Ming as a ghost!

   is near!

   is closer!

   Watching Li Ren getting closer and closer to him, Wang Zhong showed a happy expression on his face, but did not notice that the partner's pupil suddenly shrank and his mouth widened, wanting to remind him of his words.

  Yang Ming and so on is the opportunity for the two of them to meet!

Suppressed emotions for a long time, like a flood flooding out of the gate, and turned into a tornado of flaming flames in the heart of Qinglian. The high temperature burned everything. The thick fallen leaves on the ground ignited the flame. Flame path.

   Feeling the hot wind coming from behind, so hot that a sweat came out of his back. Wang Zhong turned back fiercely, and the fanatical blue flame was constantly magnifying in his field of vision.

   At the same time, Yang Ming's roar and roar sounded:

   "Let the flames purify everything!!!"

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