Chapter 379

"Buzz!"

In the shrill scream of the title Douluo, the silver light on the silver dragon gun exploded, like countless fine silver needles stabbing into his palm and then enveloping his whole body.

"Hiss!"

At this time, Qin Jian held the long sword in his hands behind him, and his eyes were filled with blood. There was the gas of killing, which dyed the Wu soul red, and then... Inserted it ruthlessly.

"Poof!"

In a sharp piercing sound, the long sword penetrated the chest.

"Uh..."

The scream of Title Douluo came to an abrupt end.

He looked back hard: "why... Your gun... Will move by itself?"

Hearing this, hulina could not help shaking her head and laughing: "his gun will not only move by itself, but also hit people by itself!"

"The title Douluo has been calculated well. Unfortunately, Qin Jian is making a plan. Even if the final target is not his gun, the probability will be killed."

Tang San sighed: "you can kill the title Douluo. The gap with him is getting bigger and bigger. People really don't have the courage to catch up..."

Hulina glanced at him: "I haven't had the idea of catching up with him for a long time. As long as I can stand beside him in the future, I didn't expect you to have such an ambitious idea."

She looked back at Qin Jian's figure, and a color of infatuation appeared on her face: "his light is as dazzling as ever, and no one can compare with him!"

Tang San looked at it.

Such disgusting words can be said. This woman is hopeless. He's sure

In the field.

Qin Jian took back his soul, recalled the silver dragon gun and stood quietly in the center.

It was his habit to linger for a while in order to absorb the power of his soul.

"Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! --"

This time, the cheers were louder than ever, and the manic atmosphere almost overturned the whole hell killing ground.

"Shua!"

This time, after Qin Jian absorbed the power of his soul, he didn't end as usual, but still stood there, and suddenly a murderous storm swept through him.

The bloody murderous gas spread like wind and residual clouds, and the killing field became silent for an instant.

Over the past three years, Qin Jian has killed more than ten thousand degenerates, and the killing Qi is so huge that even Tang San can't compare.

Although the murderous spirit cannot be compared with strength, many people will lose the courage to fight under this murderous spirit.

"Please drive... Hell road."

Qin Jian's voice seemed to come out of the cold ice, which made everyone shiver.

They know that the silver dragon king who has passed a hundred games is asking to open the road to hell

"Congratulations, the powerful Silver Dragon King..."

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from all directions. The powerful pressure made Qin Jian's murderous spirit roll back in an instant.

At the same time, a blood red figure appeared in the air.

"King of killing! King of killing! King of killing! -"

The atmosphere in the whole hell killing ground reached the peak in an instant. All the degenerates were roaring up to the sky. The frenzy made Qin Jian's scalp numb.

A group of believers completely controlled by yellow spring dew

"Are you going to hell?"

The king of killing, shrouded in blood, bowed his head and asked in a low and murderous voice.

Under his murderous oppression, Qin Jian couldn't help but step back.

"Shua Shua!"

At this time, Tang San and hulena appeared beside him, one left and one right, to resist the terrible killing gas together.

"Yes, please open... Hell road!" the three said in unison.

The king of killing is obviously one of them.

His eyes swept over the three people one by one, and finally fell on Qin Jian: "to open the way to hell... Yes, but the Silver Dragon King must leave his gun."

"What?"

Hulena lost her voice and exclaimed.

The fallen who had fallen into fanaticism were also one of them.

After all, winning a hundred games in a row is the rule of the capital of killing. I haven't heard of the idea of leaving the gun.

"I didn't deliberately break the rules, but you broke the rules of my killing capital..."

It seems to know what everyone is confused about. Before Qin Jian and others asked, the voice of the king of killing spread all over the audience: "you take away the soul power of all the dead souls with this gun, which violates the rules of the capital of killing."

Everyone was stunned.

After all, the power of sucking the soul is too frightening, not to mention listening to the meaning of the king of killing, Qin Jian sucks all.

"King of killing, do you have any evidence that my gun has taken away all the power of the soul?"

Of course not. Qin Jian is not interested in telling the king of killing about benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith.

"Oh, ridiculous!"

The murderous spirit of the king of killing was more majestic: "originally, I really had no evidence to prove you, but your gun just absorbed the soul of a title Douluo, and it happened that the soul of this title Douluo was marked by me!"

With a finger in his hand, a blood awn suddenly came out of the silver dragon gun.

"Qin Jian... The soul of the title Douluo needs to digest for half an hour..."

Na'er's helpless voice sounded from the bottom of her heart at the same time.

Qin Jianwei nodded imperceptibly: "after all, it's the king of killing. We really can't cover it up if we have a plan."

"What else can you say?"

The anger of the king of killing frightened all the fallen.

But Qin Jian smiled and looked up and said, "king of killing, if I remember correctly, in the capital of killing, all the things of the dead belong to the murderer?"

"The power of my soul has always come from the fallen who died under my hands. It should not violate the rules."

The king of killing frowned: "all souls belong to the capital of killing."

"It seems that no one has ever said this." Qin Jian said faintly.

"How dare you disobey me?"

Needless to say, the king of killing began to exude the spirit of overlord and intended to subdue Qin Jian.

Qin Jian directly took out a sign: "I think the king of killing should know who is behind us. You shouldn't want to offend her?"

The king of killing drew uncontrollably on his cheek under the cover of blood.

He really doesn't want to offend bibidong. He can't tear up the agreement with Wu soul hall without mentioning the threat in the field of killing gods.

Otherwise, his capital of killing will be gone!

Qin Jian was also running the quantum brain at this time: "I just absorbed the souls of 10000 people. It's not much for the whole killing capital. Why did he insist on leaving the silver dragon gun?"

"Do you want me to return the power of the soul to the capital of killing?" Qin Jian suddenly asked.

"Qin Jian?" na'er's voice was confused.

Qin Jian said at the bottom of his heart, "don't worry, this is the power you use to turn into shape in advance. How can you give it back to him? I'm just testing..."

"No."

The king of killing surprised everyone and said, "I don't allow anything that can absorb the power of the soul. You must leave your gun."

"Well..."

Thinking of some things in hell Road, Qin Jian probably guessed why the king of killing must leave a silver dragon gun