Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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At night, there was a burst of rain and twenty-four flower trade winds.

The night rain, which had been gradually rested, returned to pouring down after Bishop Besca used the Martial Spirit Real Body, as if the rain master had opened a large hole in the sky to infuse the surrounding rainwater within hundreds of miles.

In addition to being able to use the first to sixth spirit abilities without restrictions, Bishop Besca's seventh spirit ability, Ice Rain, can also mobilize the power of rain within a certain range, and his spirit ability has been greatly improved.

If it is replaced by the desert where there is very little rain like the Gobi, Bishop Besca will basically be abolished, and the Ice Rain Martial Spirit will be useless.

But tonight, this rainy night, is simply a stage tailored for Bishop Besca.

Even if Yang Ming opened the six doors of the Eight Gate Dunjia, the speed surpassed the speed of sound, but the cold rain in the sky could not be avoided. No matter where he went, he would be attacked by rain from all directions.

No matter how strong the fire of Yang Ming's martial soul, Qinglian, the heart of the earth, how high the temperature of the soul abilities, the King of Flame Demon, is also extinguished by the continuous rain, constantly consuming Yang Ming's soul power.

However, Yang Ming did not panic at all.

Because he saw that Sister Bao'er finally killed the twelve Soul Sect Soul King and Soul Emperor powerhouses who had haunted her!

The black robe worn by Bao Bao Bao had cracked dozens of obvious cracks, and the cold wind and rain beat her white and tender skin from time to time. His feet were stepped on the muddy mud that the bluestone floor was overturned, and there was no trace of snow. Generally, leaving no trace.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and it is as ethereal as the snow coming back from the wind.

Its body is astonishing, its speed is as graceful as a dragon, and its light body leapt up, a long flexible and strong leg traverses an arc, taking advantage of Bisca's attention to deal with Yang Ming, fierce Kicked to the back of his head.

"expensive!"

The long dragon's eyes lighted up in the rain surrounding Bishop Besca, and the dragon's tail swayed. The long tail, which resembled a real dragon, was long and thick. The inside was completely visible and the opposite scene could be seen, and there was rainwater flowing in it, wrapped in it. Hold thousands of pounds of force.

In mid-air, the picture seemed to freeze.

The petite insteps, the thick and long Yulong tail, touched each other suddenly.

However, the result was somewhat beyond Bishop Beska's expectations.

In the eyes of Bishop Besca, his martial spirit was truly liberated, and the rain dragon made by the ten thousand years spirit ability combined with the ice rain martial spirit was more than enough to deal with this weird black-robed man.

But the next moment, when Besca happened to look back, his eyes suddenly stared.

boom!

The long and thick Yulong tail was so vulnerable that it was instantly puffy by Feng Baobao kicked!

Countless raindrops exploded, ejected in all directions, brushed from Bishop Besca's astonished face, leaving diagonal water marks on his face.

The scenes that happened today have long surprised Bishop Besca how many times, but he has never been so surprised as this time.

Even if Yang Ming came to the door to avenge Xuehen, even if Yang Ming exploded with a strength comparable to the Soul Emperor level, it was still less than one-tenth of the surprise.

Because the black-robed man in front of him didn't use his martial spirit at all, nor did he use his spirit skills!

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Bishop Besca has always been scheming, and has been in a high position all year round. In a short moment, he was already insightful and thinking about many problems.

It's just a pity that on the battlefield, masters compete for the front, every second counts, and no one is allowed to desert.

Even a small difference of only one tenth of a second will leave endless harm.

If it were someone else, it might not be possible to magnify such flaws infinitely, but Yang Ming surpassed the speed of sound, and at a high speed of over 340 meters per second, it was enough to turn a small advantage into the sound of the final hammer!

fast!

Very fast!

Yang Ming even withstood countless raindrop attacks, suffering from the stretching of the muscles of the Eight Door Dunjia, his heart beating crazily, blood pumping out of blood spreading in his limbs and five skeletons, and he used Ultraman at the end. His flying ability suddenly narrowed the distance with Bishop Besca.

At this time, the time since the Bishop Besca turned his head, only 0.3 seconds passed!

The three-goed jade in Yang Ming's pupils rotated rapidly, almost forming a pattern in one piece, and the blood was almost condensed into substance and sprayed out.

"Die to me!"

The giant hand of cyan flames that flowed like magma, condensed to the size of a normal person, with five fingers together, hands clenched into a fist, directly penetrated through Bishop Besca's chest and pierced out of his back.

The blood just splattered out, and it was evaporated into a bloody mist by the high temperature of thousands of degrees.

If it weren't for Bishop Besca who was in the state of Wuhun's true body at this time, if it weren't for the strong vitality of the soul-sage-level powerhouse, he would have died as soon as Yang Ming fist passed through his chest.

But now, Besca is not much better, as if most of the spirit and energy have been vented in an instant, his face faded away, and his turbid eyes have lost the light of the previous ones, but are full of the breath of the dead. .

"you……"

Bishop Besca stared at the boy wearing the red evil mask in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint Yang Ming's face deeply in his mind, even if he was a ghost, he couldn't spare Yang Ming!

Bishop Besca wanted to say something, but the internal organs in the chest cavity had been melted into slag by the high temperature at this moment. The moment he opened his mouth, blood with internal organ fragments overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the deep throat was unwilling to hoarse. sound.

And it was precisely at this time that a ghost-like ghost wearing a red robe, moving from far to near at a very fast speed, could see the ghostly spirit from a distance, looking extremely scary.

A pair of bloodshot eyes peeked out from the hazy face, and the roar of fright and anger was deafening:

"If you dare to kill him, Wuhun Palace will definitely chase you down across the continent!"

Yang Ming turned his head and looked, even if Sangouyu's writing wheel couldn't see through the face of the other party, but from the other party's unique wearing characteristics, he could immediately see the other party's identity.

Title Douluo, Ghost Douluo Ghost!

Under the mask of the red evil spirit, Yang Ming set off an extremely cold arc, penetrating Bishop Besca's left hand, the flame soared, and the cyan fire rising into the sky directly submerged his figure in the endless blue light.

"I'll kill Besca, and Bibi Dong can't protect him, I said!"

Yang Ming's low and hoarse voice fell lightly and fell into Ghost Douluo's ears, as if slapped fiercely on his face, with a fiery pain that hurts his heart!

What he didn't notice was that at this moment, the three-hook jade in Yang Ming's pupil finally completed its evolution!