Chapter 343 Terrifying Combat Power, and Surprise!

"Don't be too arrogant!" The cock-combed young man covered the wound of his broken arm.

If he hadn't escaped faster just now, the Western sword would have struck his head instead of his arm.

"Damn it!"

This guy is definitely a Titled Douluo. If he wasn't a Titled Douluo, how could he beat them like this without using martial arts and soul skills.

However, the other party probably wouldn't be able to sustain such a violent dodge for long.

There are still 49 people, and the balance of victory is still on their side.

That’s right, the advantage is mine!

"I don't want to play with you anymore." Ning Rongrong's eyes swept across, "I thought you could put some pressure on me, but it seems my expectations are a bit high!"

What defeated CG.

How could such a thing happen?

Fighting here, he has the strength of his heyday.

It is different from the dignified and elegant Miss Ning who is light and easy to push down outside.

"Come on, come face to face with me!" Ning Rongrong took one step ten meters, leaving a few afterimages along the way, and then appeared in front of the cock-crested Soul Douluo youth like a flash.

The cockscomb-headed young man was too distracted by the pain of his broken arm to react in time, and was about to burst into tears on the spot.

"Little girl, don't be too proud!" The scarred man jumped up and struck down hard with his machete, leaving a deep ravine on the ground, forcing Ning Rongrong to retreat.

After stepping back and landing on the ground far away, Ning Rongrong patted the dust on her skirt.

"not bad."

"It is still difficult to kill a strong man at the Contra level."

Ning Rongrong's expression did not change at all, and remained calm and calm. Such an attitude made the other soul masters participating in the challenge feel angry.

The three Contras cooperated with each other and actually fought, which indeed brought a lot of trouble to Ning Rongrong. It was much more difficult to deal with a titled Douluo than facing one alone.

There are many soul kings, soul emperors, and even soul saints working together around them.

When fighting, Ning Rongrong not only has to pay attention to the target opponent, but also be wary of some unknown means.

The martial arts spirits in Douluo Continent are full of strange things.

If you accidentally get caught, there will be no place to cry.

"laugh--"

Ning Rongrong's mouth sweetened.

Scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

She looked down with difficulty at the half of the blade protruding from her chest.

"When..." Ning Rong had an incredible look on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, what a pity!" A faint voice sounded from behind.

It was a man with broken hair who looked very violent and powerful, and he was also one of the three Contras participating in the challenge.

"Before, you did the same thing when you turned around, right?" The man with broken hair laughed scornfully, "God spare me, little girl, you are finished."

"I clearly remember you..."

Before Ning Rongrong could finish speaking, the man with broken hair started to explain:

"I have never said that I am a defensive soul master. My martial soul is not a conch with strong defense, but a variant of conch."

"It's called Mirage!"

"It can make people enter hallucinations unconsciously. This is my martial spirit."

"You are too careless, White Queen."

Two yellow, two purple and four black are attached to the mirage, and the eight soul rings bring a great sense of oppression to people.

"You... you are so despicable!"

"Wow!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again. "Ning Rongrong coughed several times in succession, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the loess mannequin that had turned into mud in the distance.

Did you lie to her with that...

The veteran of the Killing City should not be underestimated.

The broken-haired man noticed Ning Rongrong's gaze looking into the distance and grinned:

"There is no order in the Killing City, and the game can begin as soon as you enter the arena."

"The clone you saw of me is actually something created by illusion."

"And I was hiding on the side waiting for the opportunity, and now I finally got the opportunity."

"White Queen, your era is over." The man with broken hair laughed wildly, as if he was excited about defeating a powerful enemy.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

laugh--

Suddenly, he felt like the world was spinning and his will became dull.

"Yeah, it's over."

"Not my time, but your head."

Gululu's head rolled to the ground and jumped a few times on the dirt.

The man with broken hair came back to his senses and glared back angrily.

And there, the White Queen, who was stabbed into the chest by the blade, disappeared little by little, and finally turned into a little bit of luster.

As a Contra, even if his head is separated, he can still have a moment of consciousness with his powerful power.

"You...you lied to me!"

Looking at the blood spurting from her neck, the White Queen standing behind her body with cold eyes, and the Western sword still dripping blood on her right hand.

How could you not understand what happened?

“When people are happiest, they are often the most relaxed.”

"You..." The head that fell to the ground was still speechless. With a few words of "Abba" in his mouth, his consciousness fell into silence forever.

"call--"

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, "You are playing illusion in front of me, do you really think I didn't notice it?"

Killing a Contra in front of everyone is still a bit difficult for her now.

Especially with so many people around who are watching eagerly, the difficulty has increased exponentially.

But if you pay a price and make the other party feel that victory is in sight, then many things can be solved.

Because of this, a clone was abandoned.

Let it be killed by the opponent, and then take advantage of the enemy's relaxation to deal with it.

Almost at the same time that Broken Hair Contra was killed, dozens of clones of the White Queen emerged from various twisted spaces.

And snipe the enemies in the challenge at extremely fast speeds.

In just a moment, out of dozens of soul masters, only less than ten were left.

Two Soul Douluo, seven Soul Saints, and one Soul Emperor.

"What on earth is this?" The Cockscomb-headed Soul Douluo, who was panicking with his broken arm and lacking balance, was slashed by the White Queen's clone. Blood marks on his back extended from his back to his waist.

"Ahhhh——"

The cockscomb-headed young man let out a shrill scream.

With difficulty, he killed the two oncoming White Queen clones. After the clones were killed, they turned into a red blood mist and disappeared without a trace.

The remaining soul masters reunited together, as if only being close to each other could make themselves safer.

The White Queen's clones did not attack again. They all returned to the side of Ning Rongrong, the main body, and lined up in several rows, like an army, extremely coordinated.

"Not bad, it can kill more than 30 of my clones."

Ning Rongrong commented with interest that enemies attacked by him would also be deprived of time. Although the efficiency might be a little worse, the safety factor was high.

There is no need to swallow it directly, which saves you some unnecessary troubles or unnecessary complications.

"Damn it, are you kidding us?" The scarred man reacted and looked at the White Queen's slightly childish cheeks with a sinister look.

You can't win, you can't win at all. Not only does the opponent have illusions, but he also has a clone.

These clones seem to have weak defenses and can be broken at a touch, but their attacks can destroy the true body of the martial spirit.

One or two might not be able to kill the Soul Sage, but if they swarm them, even the Soul Sage will suffer.

Even the Cockscomb-headed Soul Douluo next to him, although his strength was reduced after losing his arm, was almost killed just now.

Horrible, unimaginably terrible.

No wonder...

There will only be so many conveniences for us there, and their feelings are using us as stepping stones!

"That's it, I'm tired of playing."

Ning Rongrong's voice came, and the scarred man's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't think the other party was joking. I was afraid that the next attack would be the last.

hateful--

If you look down on him like this, even if you die, you will bite off a piece of the White Queen's flesh.

Just when the scarred man wanted to do something with all his strength.

"Boom!"

A shocking loud noise caught everyone's attention.

"The Palace of the Slaughter King?"

The tallest building in the inner city, the middle of the palace exploded, and the zenith completely disappeared.

Extremely powerful energy surged from the palace ruins, lighting up the sky.

The red light exudes strong red arrogance and flies towards this side at an incredible speed.

At the same time, a hoarse voice mixed with harsh sound waves sounded:

"Tang Chen, don't think you won."

"In the city of killing, I am the real king of killing!"