Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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Sit and watch the black clouds catch the heavy rain, spraying the mountains before it is sunny.

Suddenly, the clouds and rain were on the head, but it was the evening lighting before the mountain.

In the extreme heat and extreme cold, under the collision, Ye Zhiqiu was the better one after all.

With the huge spirit power of the 53rd-level Soul King, not long after the steaming smoke rose, it turned into a cumulus cloud covering the sky, dripping down like a plum rain in July.

"Shushasha, hushasha..."

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing puddles.

The rain is cold, so cold that it can penetrate the flesh and blood under the skin.

The melon-eating crowds who were originally surrounded by the nearby theater were suddenly wet by the rain and turned into a soup chicken. They were so weak that they immediately sneezed.

But the rainwater was almost within one meter of Yang Ming, and it was instantly evaporated by the flame clothing covering Yang Ming.

The night was drooping, and in the rain water where the burly body of the Balrog was standing, the body was continuously spraying with hot high temperature, and the whole body was filled with dense fog that could not be seen.

The blazing giant fist descended from the sky, like a falling star from the sky, wrapped in the power that makes people look at it.

Seeing the flame giant fist the size of a truck's head is coming, Ye Zhiqiu sneered in his heart:

"If I were of the same level as you, I might avoid you by three points, but now I am nearly twenty levels higher than you!"

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

But I saw that Ye Zhiqiu's neck shrank inward, and the whole head looked like a tortoise retracted into the tortoise shell. It was as smooth as a tortoise, and it was retracted into the chest cavity like a silky turtle. With the incomparably hard black tortoise shell, it resisted. Yang Ming's attack!

The scorching breath on the giant flame fist was constantly weakened by Xuanshui's ice, and when Ye Zhiqiu's hard tortoise shell was less powerful than half of its heyday, only the strength of the binding was added because of the inertia of falling from the air.

"when!"

It seemed as if the heavy sound of the morning bell and the evening drum reverberated continuously in the night rain, the sound was so unpleasant, and the blood was tumbling, making everyone subconsciously cover their ears to avoid eardrum shock.

Yang Ming retracted his fist, Sangouyu's writing wheel looked through the fog and saw Ye Zhiqiu's appearance clearly underneath, frowning involuntarily, of course, if he still had brows now.

The tortoise shell on Ye Zhiqiu's body remained motionless, and even Yang Ming's attack failed to leave even a little scar on him.

Although Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire is the best martial soul of the Fire Element, and the soul ability, the body of the flame demon, is even the best soul ability, but in Douluo Continent, the gap in spirit power is a gap visible to the naked eye.

Not to mention, the level difference between the two is almost twenty levels!

Yang Ming was astonished, but he didn't know that Ye Zhiqiu was as surprised as Yang Ming, and even worse.

A drop of hot sweat oozes from Ye Zhiqiu's forehead, his eyes flicker, and a dangerous cry in his heart.

"What a terrible flame martial soul, it is the nemesis of my black turtle martial soul!"

"Even if my profound water ice has weakened his attack power, even if my tortoise shell is isolated from most of the high temperature, the moment just now made me feel like I was in a hot spring."

Ye Zhiqiu could imagine that if Yang Ming was of the same level as him, no, even if it was only a few levels lower than him, I am afraid that just now, it would be enough to cook him.

"Where is Shrek Academy sacred? How could such a monster be cultivated?"

The thoughts in his heart turned sharply, and Ye Zhiqiu's movements did not stop at all.

With the consumption of soul power regardless of the cost, Xuan Shui Bing Bing continued to expand the area of ​​the ice, to squeeze Yang Ming's space for activity, and at the same time weaken the thousands of degrees of high temperature from Yang Ming.

While Yang Ming’s old force was gone, Ye Zhiqiu poked his head out of his chest, opened his mouth and spit, and a black cold current shot out like a sharp arrow, spraying towards Yang Ming on the spot.Xunread www.xunread.com

The third spirit ability, Xuan Shui surging!

Under the level of fifty-three spirit power, this black cold current was swift and rapid, tearing through the cold rain under the night, and immediately hit Yang Ming's body of the flame demon.

"Puff!"

Yang Ming looked down and was surprised to find that the flame was quickly annihilated by the severe cold, and the area of ​​annihilation continued to expand.

In order to eliminate the severe cold that permeated the body, Yang Ming's body composed of Qinglian Earth's Heart Fire continued to shrink, shrinking from the original height of 20 meters to 4 meters.

One can imagine how strong Ye Zhiqiu's spirit ability was just now!

"Is there not enough soul power?"

"Open the door, close the door, live the door, hurt the door, open!"

Among the eight gates of Dunjia, four gates, six gates, seven gates, and eight gates are opened, which are equivalent to four different thresholds. Every time a threshold is crossed, there will be a qualitative improvement.

Before Ye Zhiqiu was happy, he saw that the flames on Yang Ming's body suddenly grew stronger. Although he did not continue to expand his size, the fluctuating spirit power on his body showed that this was the spirit power of the soul-sovereign level.

However, this is not over yet, the spirit power is still climbing!

Until he barely reached the soul power of the soul sect, he could not stop.

Ye Zhiqiu suffocated his breath, and the scene in front of him simply subverted his three views!

It clearly gives people the feeling that Yang Ming is still a great spirit master, but his spirit power fluctuations far exceed his level!

Feeling the power constantly emerging from his body, Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Compared to when he opened six doors at the age of six, opening four doors now is a category where Yang Ming can easily bear pressure.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and the flames burst out.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know why, and suddenly felt a throbbing sensation of numb scalp.

Obviously he has a higher level than Yang Ming, but he has such a feeling for no reason.

But he was really stubborn, even if he was unsure, he still chose to hide in the turtle shell very carefully and behave like a turtle with his head shrinking.

However, this time is different.

Yang Ming stepped on the ghostly shadows. The five-meter-high Balrog body was not affected by its size, and its speed was extremely astonishing. A phantom was drawn in the night rain, causing a burst of exclamation among the onlookers.

Clenching the big fire fist of the casserole, Yang Ming's eyes were full of cold light. With the strength and speed gained after the opening of the four doors, he reached the point of twenty punches per second. Ye Zhiqiu is submerged!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!

Even if Ye Zhiqiu is true, he abruptly uses his martial arts and soul skills to resist Yang Ming's boxing, but the force of his fist is applied to the turtle shell, making Ye Zhiqiu inside the tortoise shell in an abnormal shock In the environment.

boom!

When Ye Zhiqiu bumped his forehead against the shell of the turtle, he was dizzy, and when his mind was relaxed, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that his head was pulled out of Yang Ming's chest abruptly.

Seeing Yang Ming close in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said:

"You are very handsome, what's your name?"

"Catch turtles in the urn." Yang Ming said lightly.