Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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The night was dense, deep in the dark woods, suddenly opened a pair of faint pupils, like large light bulbs, emitting orange light.

The talents of Yang Ming and his entourage had just stopped for less than an hour and faced severe challenges again.

Near!

Closer!

The ground undulates violently, with rumbling footsteps from far to near.

Large swaths of bushes were stepped directly in the mud pit, shattered under the footprints that followed, and the birds in the forest flew up, and the chattering was very annoying.

Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, relying on the three-gouyu jade writing wheel eyes, through the night, he could see clearly that the scale of the beast tide was actually a bit bigger than the daytime!

A familiar figure rushed out first. It was the thousand-year-old soul beast that Yang Ming and his party encountered first, which looked like a Tyrannosaurus rex. It was approaching the promotion of a ten-thousand-year soul beast, and the tyrannical aura on his body was blowing like a whirlwind.

Zao Wou-ki and Snake Po Chaotianxiang had formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and immediately summoned Wuhun to step forward to intercept.

Zao Wou-ki built up his muscles and turned into a devil muscle man who was more than two meters tall, coupled with his unremaining bald head that was burned by Yang Ming before, as if Mr. Saitama was alive.

A big golden palm slapped forward like a bulldozer. The air in front of the palm was compressed to be extremely condensed. Wherever the wind pressure passed, the layered leaves on the ground collapsed a bit.

Snake Po Chaotianxiang is equally powerful, waving the snake head stick in both hands, the shadow of the wooden stick is quite impressive.

Originally, with the strength of a soul sage and a soul emperor, it was more than enough to deal with a soul beast of more than nine thousand years.

However, what makes people feel desperate is that behind this soul beast, there are twenty real ten thousand year soul beasts that follow!

Each ten thousand year soul beast had red eyes, and firework-like anger and hatred sprayed from the pupils.

Regardless of whether the tide of beasts was caused by humans at the beginning, but in this field, the hatred and hatred of humans has already fully aroused the blood and tyranny in the hearts of these soul beasts. If you don't kill a blood stream, you can't Stop their pace!

Zao Wou-ki and Snake Po Chaotianxiang were entangled by two hundred thousand-year soul beasts. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thousand-year-old soul beast that looked like a Tyrannosaurus rex directly broke into the camp.

If there is only one end of it, Yang Ming, together with the rest, is confident that it will be taken within three minutes.

But the problem is that surging soul beasts flooded the sky afterwards!

The most numerous is the ten-year soul beast, followed by the hundred-year soul beast, and there are exactly one hundred thousand-year soul beasts.

Even the most inconspicuous ten-year spirit beast, once the number surged, reaching tens of thousands, it has undergone a qualitative change from a quantitative change, and people dare not look down upon it!

In the face of such a flood, Yang Ming could only protect himself and the people around him.

"brother!"

Seeing the beast tide intercepting the camp in half, Xiao Wu jumped around in a hurry and gestured towards Yang Ming.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Wu, I'll come here!"

Yang Ming tried his best to cross the tide of beasts, but there are too many soul beasts around him. Although most of them are ten-year soul beasts, they can be easily killed with a single sword, but these are usually humble soul beasts. The biggest obstacle.

At this time, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were the only people with Yang Ming, and the three men who had just met Meng still.

The rest of Dai Mubai were all scattered by the sudden beast wave, and they could only ask for blessings.

With a flash of figure, Meng still came to Yang Ming.

Meng still clearly saw Yang Ming’s dilemma, saying: Colorful Chinese www.qicaizw.com

"For you to ask me to eat chicken drumsticks, I will help you!"

Even though Meng still looked like a slender girl, she was not a girl when she started her hands. Not only was she extremely powerful, her spirit power was also full of domineering aura.

The first spirit ring skill, tongue blade!

Among the snake heads at the top of the snake head crutch, a two-foot-long tongue blade spurted out, and instantly narrowed the distance between it and a hundred-year-old soul beast. The tongue blade shone with a blue lustre, obviously smeared with poison.

The centuries-old soul beast twisted its waist as much as possible. Although it barely avoided the vital point, it was inevitably cut with a wound obliquely by the blade of the tongue.

The wound immediately began to fester, and the poison eroded in.

Suffering toxic damage, the hundred-year-old soul beast's movements became sluggish and rigid, and Meng still slammed a sap on the back of his head, directly knocking death from a concussion.

It has to be said that Meng still has a very fierce offensive, deep in the essence of fast, accurate and ruthless.

However, it took a full five minutes to clean up a hundred-year-old soul beast.

But in the beast tide under the vast night, it was like the one hundred-year-old soul beast that was killed just now. Not to mention thousands, there were hundreds of them.

Meng still moved her hands for a while, originally she thought she would be praised by Yang Ming.

After all, it is uncommon for her to be able to kill a hundred-year soul beast so cleanly among her peers.

However, she waited for a moment, did not wait for the praise, could not help but feel confused.

Turning his head, Meng still saw an extremely stunning sword energy.

The sword energy of the door is wide and slashed vertically, seeing the soul beast in front as if there is nothing, and cutting the soul beast into half easily like a hot knife cutting butter. Whether it is a ten-year soul beast or a hundred-year soul beast, there is no one general. , Cut melons and chopped vegetables like minced meat across the ground.

In an instant, Yang Ming cut a long narrow road directly in the middle of the beast tide, about one meter long and half the size of a human head, and the gap was quickly filled by the beast tide behind.

Even so, Meng, who was watching, still exhaled.

However, Yang Ming seemed to be very dissatisfied with the results, frowning in the shape of Sichuan.

"That's not enough!"

Hearing that, Meng's chest was still violently ups and downs, which was all angered.

At this moment, Meng is still like a scumbag in the classroom. After finishing the exam and handing out the test papers, he thought that he had achieved a good level of 90 points, but he saw that the student in the class was facing him with a score of 149. He frowned, sighed, and said, "It's really bad in the exam."

Oh, the perfect score is 150 points.

Sometimes, when people are better than people, they really get angry.

Yang Ming was not in the mood to pay attention to other people, seeing that there were spirit beasts of various types in all directions, he was vaguely anxious.

Just at this moment, a round of bright and clean protruded from behind the thin clouds, radiantly spilt on the ground and projected the moonlight like a tulle.

The cold moonlight dropped spots of light from the cracks between the branches and leaves, and fell on Yang Ming.

Opened his right palm and looked at the light spot in his palm, Yang Ming was shocked.

The mysterious sword in his hand seemed to respond to his emotions, and the sword body made a roar of swords like a dragon.

Suddenly squeezing the hilt of the sword, Yang Ming's eyes burst with terrible light, and he directly rushed into the beast tide.

"Moonlight! Flash them!"

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