The Ultimate Martial Spirit of Douluo

"Take him to the killing field, don't embarrass him!" An old voice in the space rang in everyone's ears.

Lin Yan looked up at the echo in the sky and knew that this was the words of the Slaughter King.

"Hmph, come with me, I hope you can get out alive." The explainer said coldly.

Lin Yan was taken to a playing field in the central area. Countless thugs watched the match off the field. Ten people in the field began to kill, and only one person survived.

"This is a token for you. Starting from today, you officially become a member of the Killing City. I hope you can go out of it. There is the place to sign up. I will leave first if there is nothing to do. Good luck! "After speaking, the messenger of the king of hell disappeared.

Lin Yan looked at the token in his hand, with his number written on it, ninety-five eighty-nine!

Lin Yan came to the registration office and threw the token over and said lightly: "Sign up!"

The young lady at the counter took Lin Yan's brand and hit the machine a few times.

"Get it right!" The young lady at the counter took Lin Yan's token back.

"Oh? Another newcomer is here?" The person next to him looked at Lin Yan with a sneer.

Lin Yan turned his head and glared, and he was trembling with fright, Lin Yan walked over with a sneer.

Soon it was Lin Yan's turn, Lin Yan lightly jumped down, and then the other nine people jumped down to surround Lin Yan.

"Oh? Newcomer, hehe, let my brother ravage you!"

"Don't be afraid, let my sister hurt you..."

Lin Yan looked at the people around him mocking him with a cold voice, and suddenly nine people around were knocked away a few meters away.

But the golden red soul-breaking gun in Lin Yan's hand was exceptionally beautiful, and the power contained in it was extremely huge.

"This is? Soul Breaking Spear...He is the Young Master of Wuhun Hall!" At this moment, one person on the stage said tremblingly.

"What... He is the Young Master of Wuhun Hall."

"Oh? You are the young master of Wuhun Hall, the next pope, interesting, but today you will die here too!" a big man in Taichung said coldly.

The weapons in everyone's hands were aimed at Lin Yan. They had lived for decades, so they didn't know that Lin Yan's injuries were normal, and the person in the audience had already peeed his pants in fright.

"Ants!" Lin Yan quickly disappeared to the spot and returned to the center point in an instant, while the nine people next to him looked at Lin Yan with horror and slowly closed their eyes and fell to the ground.

Everyone in this scene was shocked, even the messenger of the King of Hell trembled. Throughout the ages, no one has instantly killed the audience.

"This game won nine, five or nine!"

"Call me the gun spirit!" Lin Yan said softly.

"Gun spirit! Gun spirit! Gun spirit!"

In a palace, the Slaughter King looked at Lin Yan with a smile.

"Soul-Broken Gun! Interesting. Two people have appeared in thousands of years, and they are now the next Pope in the Hall of Souls. Can you rush out of hell for a hundred games, kid?"

After the game, Lin Yan returned to a room, a room specially prepared for him at this time, and the hundreds of people who followed the Wuhun Temple outside the room saw the teenager in the room coldly.

At this time, Lin Yan also noticed the killing outside, and slowly walked out with the soul-breaking gun. When Lin Yan walked out, everyone rushed up.

Lin Yan angrily looked at the mobs surrounding him, hundreds of people killed him, a kind of extraordinary Contra powerhouse who had reached the peak.

Lin Yan twitched his face and rushed in quickly. Wherever he went, there was no grass, and the blood of hundreds of people was splattered. An hour later, everyone fell to the ground, Lin Yan half kneeling on the ground, his hands covered The blood was lost, and the onlookers knelt on the ground and couldn't believe the scene!

"From now on, who dares to refuse and die!" Lin Yan yelled, and instantly everyone next to him lay on the ground and surrendered.

After seeing everyone on the ground Lin Yan walked back to the house, after hundreds of people's battle, Lin Yan's soul power was exhausted, and he had to undergo recuperation to complete tomorrow's game.

One day later, Lin Yan came to the competition venue on time and reported his name. When Lin Yan stepped into the competition arena, everyone was shocked. They were too scared. He had never seen such a slaughter before, I am afraid that only Lin Yan One person can do it, and one will be worth a hundred.

"Gun spirit! Gun spirit! Gun spirit!"

When Lin Yan stepped into the playing field, everyone shouted, and the name of the gun spirit quickly spread to everyone's ears.

"This gun spirit is too strong, right? Just a few years ago, I was King Shura and the messenger of hell. Now I have another gun spirit. How come so many strong people have appeared in the past few years!"

"You are wrong. In the past few years, the most awesome thing is the gun spirit. Once King Shura used one to be worth a hundred, and this gun spirit killed hundreds of high-level spirit masters with one person. I am afraid that he is the only one for thousands of years! "

Everyone on the stage talked a lot, but the nine people in the audience looked at Lin Yan tremblingly. The name of the gun spirit had spread throughout the killing capital, and no one did not know the name of the gun spirit.

"What to do? We can't beat him at all. Even if we join hands, it will hardly hurt him!" one of the men trembled.

"Sit and wait to die, it's better to fight to the death. It is not certain who will die. Although he can be worth a hundred, are we afraid of him?"

"Yeah, kill him, and we will become a new god of murder, through the road of hell, all the way back to our world, stepping down the Temple of Martial Spirit!"

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the few people who were not ashamed.

"Does it depend on you? The dead bones in Shu are also worthy of the Martial Spirit Hall of the enemy. Today, use your souls to pay tribute to my soul-breaking gun!" Lin Yan said coldly.

After saying that he disappeared, he instantly appeared behind a person. The powerful killing intent made that person unable to extricate himself, and he was directly hit by Lin Yan and flew out of the competition field.

But the others were shocked, and immediately rushed towards Lin Yan.

"All the ants will die!" Lin Yan swept away with all his strength, and several people flew out, all of them fell directly into the abyss of the competition field.

Lin Yan retracted the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and flew out of the center of the competition field lightly.

"Soul of the gun! Soul of the gun! Soul of the gun!" Everyone yelled. This is wonderful, and the feeling of being ravaged is really good.

"Let's congratulate Gun Soul for winning the second victory in the competition venue!"

Lin Yan left the playing field and went back to his room to rest under the eyes of everyone. Everyone can only participate in one game a day, and each win can live here for a year.

Lin Yan knew that the hell messenger Hu Liena had already rushed out of the road to hell and had already obtained the title of Killing God and Killing God Realm, which made Lin Yan happier.

"Senior Sister is waiting for me, and I will also rush out of the hell road, Tang San, you are also very strong, and now I don't know how far you have grown, kill the god realm hehe!"

In the Slaughter City Palace, the Slaughter King looked at Lin Yan in the mirror with a smile. This little guy is getting more and more interesting. If he grows up, I am afraid he will really reach that level!