Chapter 55
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San Wei Jiang
Chapter 55
Bibi Dong and other people from the Spirit Hall continued to follow.
Passing through a jungle, everyone came directly to a valley.
Surrounded by open terrain, it should be relaxing.
However, the scene inside scared everyone.
"This……"
"It's all Yuan Lang's doing?"
Su Yuntao looked at the corpses on the ground in front of him, his eyes widened, his face was shocked and unbelievable.
Any one of these people is at the level of a great soul master.
At this time, all of them died in the valley.
He felt the world was crazy.
Or maybe he's crazy.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to see such an incredible scene?
"What the hell is going on here?"
Looking at the corpses around him, even Ju Douluo felt his scalp go numb.
He had thought that Yuan Lang might fight back, but he never thought that this counter-kill would be so fierce, it could be called a lore.
The previous two consecutive traps were warnings.
Those reminders are all showing Yuan Lang's bodhisattva heart.
However, no one expected that in the third trap, this Yuan Lang would suddenly use thunderous means to wipe out everyone directly.
How did this little guy do it?
Are these great soul masters rubbish?
He was actually killed by a soul warrior Thunder.
"That, seems to be the teacher of Canghui College."
The master of Zidian pointed at a dead body in the open space ahead and exclaimed.
When everyone heard the words, they stepped forward quickly.
Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged corpse lying on the ground.
Judging by his clothes and age, he should be Ye Zhiqiu, the teacher of Canghui Academy mentioned by the hotel owner.
It's just that at this time, he has already lost his vitality.
His eyes were wide open, as if he was dying, and he didn't understand that he was the director of the foreign affairs department of Canghui College.
He possessed the defensive martial spirit Xuangui, and was a soul king of more than 50 levels. Why did he die here, who killed him, and where is the enemy?
This scene is really weird.
"There is no injury on the body, only a wound on the forehead."
"It's like being killed in a single blow from the front."
"It's just strange that he didn't seem to know how he died until the end of his life."
Ghost Douluo flipped through the corpse, and said tremblingly.
As Ghost Douluo, who is good at assassination, countless powerful people have been assassinated by him.
There is a saying that no soul rings are seen, only ghost shadows remain.
But even he often attacked from behind, killing people invisible.
To attack from the front, such a thing, he never even thought about it.
After all, if they are all attacked from the front.
Can that still be called sneak attack?
But at this time, Ye Zhiqiu's desperate and confused expression told him that the person who was hit head-on was killed by a surprise attack.
"You can't see anyone even in a frontal attack. How did Yuan Lang do it?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils trembled, his face full of shock.
As a titled Douluo, it is naturally difficult to have an opponent in the world.
But even for a person like him, it is almost impossible to attack directly without letting the other party see it.
However, such a completely impossible thing.
At this time, it actually happened in front of them, making people feel very unreal!
"To kill a soul king in seconds, crazy, simply crazy."
Su Yuntao's eyes widened with disbelief.
He thought that Yuan Lang might be able to use the trap to injure Ye Zhiqiu, but he never thought about killing him.
After all, there is a gap of more than 40 levels.
Even if Ye Zhiqiu stood still and let Yuan Lang hit him, Yuan Lang probably wouldn't be able to kill him.
Not to mention a direct spike.
Level [-] kills level [-] instantly, the world is crazy.
"Is this guy really only level ten?"
The master of Suotuo City Palace was full of horror.
He was shocked that Yuan Lang was able to quietly avoid all the eyes and ears he set up before.
But those are just low-level soul masters of more than 20 levels after all.
It is different now.
Soul King!
A soul king of more than 50 levels!
Unexpectedly, he died in the Star Dou Forest without any reason.
He was very suspicious, is this Yuan Lang really just a tenth-level soul warrior?
"This little guy, how did he do it? Could someone help him?"
"No, I can't sense the residual soul power of the strong at all."
"Is this the man of God?"
"Yuan Lang, what kind of secret is hidden in you?"
Not to mention everyone in the Spirit Hall, even Pope Bibi Dong was also in a state of shock.
She is also a twin martial soul, and she is also extremely talented.
But even she dare not say that she has the ability to kill a soul king of more than 50 levels at the tenth level.
However, Yuan Lang did it.
Not only did it, but it was a one-hit kill.
Such a miracle, probably only a god can do it!
She became more interested in Yuan Lang in her heart.
What kind of power is it that allows a soul warrior to have the ability to instantly kill a soul king.
"Shashasha~"
Just when everyone was shocked by the corpses on the battlefield.
There was a rustling sound in the grass.
There seemed to be something hiding in it.
Bibi Dong frowned, and casually pointed to the two guards.
The two guards understood and stepped forward with their long swords in hand.
Logically speaking, with so many strong people, they must not have any fear in the face of changes in the grass.
However, because of the corpses in the surrounding area and the strange way of death of the Soul King, even Ghost and Yueguan, who are titled Douluo, couldn't help but raise their vigilance.
The people around became even more nervous.
"Drink~"
The two guards looked at each other, raised their long swords, and suddenly opened the bushes.
Be ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.
"Um~"
However, the expected ambush attack did not come.
There was a woman squatting in the grass.
The woman was wearing the school uniform of Canghui Academy, curled up.
His face was covered with blood, his pupils trembled, and he looked terrified.
It seems to be stimulated by something.
"Your Majesty the Pope is a female student."
The two guards turned around to report.
"Hello! Are you a student of Canghui Academy? What happened here?"
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stepped forward, patted the woman, and asked.
"Ah~ ghost, devil!"
The woman let out a terrified scream.
"Yes, I am a ghost.
Come on, what just happened here?Or I'll show you the real devil! "
With a ferocious face, Ghost Douluo directly transformed into a ghost image, and said threateningly.
"Ah~"
"Don't kill me, I didn't do anything, don't kill me..."
The woman was startled by Ghost Douluo, and curled up covering her head again.
"Don't make trouble."
Bibi Dong directly waved to make that Ghost Douluo retreat.
Stepping forward, he comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I am the Pope of Wuhun Temple, I will not hurt you."
"Tell me, what happened here?"
"Where's the boy you're chasing?"
"juvenile?"
The woman looked up, revealing a beautiful face.
This turned out to be Lian Xuefeng, the school belle of Canghui College.
The moment he heard the boy, his body trembled, and he suddenly fell into memory.
(End of this chapter)
Bibi Dong and other people from the Spirit Hall continued to follow.
Passing through a jungle, everyone came directly to a valley.
Surrounded by open terrain, it should be relaxing.
However, the scene inside scared everyone.
"This……"
"It's all Yuan Lang's doing?"
Su Yuntao looked at the corpses on the ground in front of him, his eyes widened, his face was shocked and unbelievable.
Any one of these people is at the level of a great soul master.
At this time, all of them died in the valley.
He felt the world was crazy.
Or maybe he's crazy.
Otherwise, how could it be possible to see such an incredible scene?
"What the hell is going on here?"
Looking at the corpses around him, even Ju Douluo felt his scalp go numb.
He had thought that Yuan Lang might fight back, but he never thought that this counter-kill would be so fierce, it could be called a lore.
The previous two consecutive traps were warnings.
Those reminders are all showing Yuan Lang's bodhisattva heart.
However, no one expected that in the third trap, this Yuan Lang would suddenly use thunderous means to wipe out everyone directly.
How did this little guy do it?
Are these great soul masters rubbish?
He was actually killed by a soul warrior Thunder.
"That, seems to be the teacher of Canghui College."
The master of Zidian pointed at a dead body in the open space ahead and exclaimed.
When everyone heard the words, they stepped forward quickly.
Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged corpse lying on the ground.
Judging by his clothes and age, he should be Ye Zhiqiu, the teacher of Canghui Academy mentioned by the hotel owner.
It's just that at this time, he has already lost his vitality.
His eyes were wide open, as if he was dying, and he didn't understand that he was the director of the foreign affairs department of Canghui College.
He possessed the defensive martial spirit Xuangui, and was a soul king of more than 50 levels. Why did he die here, who killed him, and where is the enemy?
This scene is really weird.
"There is no injury on the body, only a wound on the forehead."
"It's like being killed in a single blow from the front."
"It's just strange that he didn't seem to know how he died until the end of his life."
Ghost Douluo flipped through the corpse, and said tremblingly.
As Ghost Douluo, who is good at assassination, countless powerful people have been assassinated by him.
There is a saying that no soul rings are seen, only ghost shadows remain.
But even he often attacked from behind, killing people invisible.
To attack from the front, such a thing, he never even thought about it.
After all, if they are all attacked from the front.
Can that still be called sneak attack?
But at this time, Ye Zhiqiu's desperate and confused expression told him that the person who was hit head-on was killed by a surprise attack.
"You can't see anyone even in a frontal attack. How did Yuan Lang do it?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils trembled, his face full of shock.
As a titled Douluo, it is naturally difficult to have an opponent in the world.
But even for a person like him, it is almost impossible to attack directly without letting the other party see it.
However, such a completely impossible thing.
At this time, it actually happened in front of them, making people feel very unreal!
"To kill a soul king in seconds, crazy, simply crazy."
Su Yuntao's eyes widened with disbelief.
He thought that Yuan Lang might be able to use the trap to injure Ye Zhiqiu, but he never thought about killing him.
After all, there is a gap of more than 40 levels.
Even if Ye Zhiqiu stood still and let Yuan Lang hit him, Yuan Lang probably wouldn't be able to kill him.
Not to mention a direct spike.
Level [-] kills level [-] instantly, the world is crazy.
"Is this guy really only level ten?"
The master of Suotuo City Palace was full of horror.
He was shocked that Yuan Lang was able to quietly avoid all the eyes and ears he set up before.
But those are just low-level soul masters of more than 20 levels after all.
It is different now.
Soul King!
A soul king of more than 50 levels!
Unexpectedly, he died in the Star Dou Forest without any reason.
He was very suspicious, is this Yuan Lang really just a tenth-level soul warrior?
"This little guy, how did he do it? Could someone help him?"
"No, I can't sense the residual soul power of the strong at all."
"Is this the man of God?"
"Yuan Lang, what kind of secret is hidden in you?"
Not to mention everyone in the Spirit Hall, even Pope Bibi Dong was also in a state of shock.
She is also a twin martial soul, and she is also extremely talented.
But even she dare not say that she has the ability to kill a soul king of more than 50 levels at the tenth level.
However, Yuan Lang did it.
Not only did it, but it was a one-hit kill.
Such a miracle, probably only a god can do it!
She became more interested in Yuan Lang in her heart.
What kind of power is it that allows a soul warrior to have the ability to instantly kill a soul king.
"Shashasha~"
Just when everyone was shocked by the corpses on the battlefield.
There was a rustling sound in the grass.
There seemed to be something hiding in it.
Bibi Dong frowned, and casually pointed to the two guards.
The two guards understood and stepped forward with their long swords in hand.
Logically speaking, with so many strong people, they must not have any fear in the face of changes in the grass.
However, because of the corpses in the surrounding area and the strange way of death of the Soul King, even Ghost and Yueguan, who are titled Douluo, couldn't help but raise their vigilance.
The people around became even more nervous.
"Drink~"
The two guards looked at each other, raised their long swords, and suddenly opened the bushes.
Be ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.
"Um~"
However, the expected ambush attack did not come.
There was a woman squatting in the grass.
The woman was wearing the school uniform of Canghui Academy, curled up.
His face was covered with blood, his pupils trembled, and he looked terrified.
It seems to be stimulated by something.
"Your Majesty the Pope is a female student."
The two guards turned around to report.
"Hello! Are you a student of Canghui Academy? What happened here?"
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stepped forward, patted the woman, and asked.
"Ah~ ghost, devil!"
The woman let out a terrified scream.
"Yes, I am a ghost.
Come on, what just happened here?Or I'll show you the real devil! "
With a ferocious face, Ghost Douluo directly transformed into a ghost image, and said threateningly.
"Ah~"
"Don't kill me, I didn't do anything, don't kill me..."
The woman was startled by Ghost Douluo, and curled up covering her head again.
"Don't make trouble."
Bibi Dong directly waved to make that Ghost Douluo retreat.
Stepping forward, he comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I am the Pope of Wuhun Temple, I will not hurt you."
"Tell me, what happened here?"
"Where's the boy you're chasing?"
"juvenile?"
The woman looked up, revealing a beautiful face.
This turned out to be Lian Xuefeng, the school belle of Canghui College.
The moment he heard the boy, his body trembled, and he suddenly fell into memory.
(End of this chapter)
