Chapter 380

"Sorry, my gun... Can't stay!"

Qin Jian looked coldly at the king of killing in the sky.

The atmosphere of the whole audience changed, and the idea of killing slowly shrouded in.

"Qin Jian, what did you try to find out?"

Na'er's voice sounded from the bottom of her heart.

Qin Jian replied, "the king of killing wants to leave a silver dragon gun instead of the power of the soul, which shows that he doesn't care about this soul, otherwise he should have come to trouble me..."

"What he can't stand is that I open the hell road after winning 100 games. What does it mean to combine it? It means that he doesn't allow me to enter the hell road with a silver dragon gun, so..."

His sense of expectation: "I think there will be a greater force of soul on the road to hell. If you take it all away, you may be able to recover completely!"

Na'er: "!"

"But the king of killing obviously won't let you go. Just kill him with my power, and then kill all the people here. Even if there is no much soul power below, I can recover." she suddenly said.

Qin Jian was sweating: "it will take many years to kill, but you can't blatantly kill everyone, or you will be piled up to die. In this way, you have to spend a lot of time to take your time. It's not cost-effective. It's better to go to hell."

The girl was silent for a moment before she said, "well... Ba."

Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up and said to the king of killing: "I won't give you either the gun or the power of the soul in the gun. It took me three years to collect it completely. How can I stay here?"

"Collect completely?"

The king of killing suddenly looked: "he means... It's collected now. Don't need more?"

Qin Jian grabbed the long gun below, hoping to deceive the past.

"No, it's better to keep the gun for safety. I don't think the two murderers will tear their faces with me for a gun."

The king of killing finally made up his mind.

He suddenly had a bloody palm on his body, and went straight down to Qin Jian: "leave your gun, and I can let you go into hell!"

"Qin Jian! Be careful!"

Tang San and Hu Lena burst almost at the same time. One person stretched out eight spider soul bones behind him and the other stretched out a giant fox tail.

Two external soul bones!

"Get out of the way!"

Bang!

However, Qin Jian was armed with a long gun, and the whole person was fired from the ground like a shell. He went straight through the two people. The power of his soul exploded and all of it was input into the silver dragon gun in his hand.

"Boom!"

At the next moment, the whole silver dragon gun turned into a huge spear like burning, and collided with the bloody hands in the sky!

The fierce silver awn and blood awn collided, and the dazzling brilliance made everyone close their eyes.

"Bang!"

At the next moment, the gun awn and the bloody hand burst apart at the same time. Qin Jian flew down in the air and was caught by Tang San and Hu Lina.

The king of killing in mid air also shook his body slightly undetectable.

At this time, all the degenerates also saw the scene in the field and couldn't help being deterred.

For those who fanatically believe in the king of killing, this scene is incomprehensible.

In their perception, no one should be stronger than the king of killing.

Even if Qin Jian killed a title Douluo before, it was when the title Douluo could not use the soul skill. Now the king of killing would not be restricted. How could he be blocked?

They count one by one, and their eyes are full of doubts about the color of life.

Then when all eyes were looking at Qin Jian, he suddenly tilted his head and fainted in Hu Lina's arms.

"Wheezing..."

The silver dragon gun made a slight sound, and then slowly integrated into his body.

The king of killing had raised his hand again, but then stopped: "hmm? Fainted?"

"The power just now... Was too scary. I thought the two murderers could not tear their faces for a weapon, but now it seems that maybe this man is not as important as the gun in his hand..."

The king of killing fell into thinking: "besides, he is now in a coma with overdraft strength, so can he..."

He suddenly brightened his eyes and said, "in the face of the people behind you, I'm no longer embarrassed. Now open the road to hell. You can break through."

"Wait!"

Hulina suddenly looked up and said, "please wait until he recovers."

Seeing twists and turns and finally leaving here, Qin Jian almost didn't kneel down to the little fox.

Please don't let my performance go to waste

"Hu Liena, leave early. Don't stay." Tang San suddenly said.

Hulina frowned and held Qin Jian tighter: "no, the hell road is not a simple place to break through. I can't joke about his life!"

Seeing their quarrel, the king of killing confirmed his decision: "this is your own hell road. You can't go back."

His tone became obviously cold, even with a trace of irony.

Hell Road, is it really so easy to break through?

What's more, your main combat power is unconscious. You don't trust each other. How can you break through with Qin Jian.

"Buzzing!"

The bloody magma flowing from nowhere drew a bleeding red and strange pattern on the soles of their feet.

"Boom!"

At the next moment, the huge red light rose into the sky and swept the bodies of the three people in an instant.

Everything around became blurred, and only the low and sharp voice of the king of killing echoed in his ears.

"Good luck on hell road."

Under the blood red swallowing, Tang San and Hu Liena holding Qin Jian felt that their feet were empty, everything around them became illusory, and all their senses had been completely closed at this moment.

The pain beyond their control created an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

"Boom..."

I don't know how long it has passed, and the feeling of mountain collapse around me has gradually weakened.

On a rock platform, Tang San and hulena woke up almost at the same time.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing Tang San get up, he walks to Qin Jian. Hu Lina stands in front of Qin Jian.

Tang San was helpless: "he was unconscious just now because of the loss of his soul. I have fairy grass here to help him recover quickly."

Hulena held up her dagger and looked a little hesitant.

"All right, Nana..."

At this time, Qin Jian finally couldn't fit, and slowly climbed up from the ground.

"I really overdraw my soul, but I'm not in a coma. I pretended," he patted the dust on his body.

Hulina looked surprised, but soon became worried: "but now you want to break into hell, are you in good shape?"

"Hiss..."

The silver dragon gun suddenly appeared in his hand, and a steady stream of soul power poured in. Qin Jian's pale face became much better.

"It doesn't matter if I consume the power of soul. I can add it, but this kind of soul trauma will affect me. I've been cultivating this time for a long time..."