Douluo Auto Chess: Starting from Samsung Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 176 Bloody Fight (Refresh to see)

The Skull Crusher and the Skull Crusher are in a stalemate. Not only do they have similar names, but they also have similar attack methods. They are both good at martial arts. The difference is that the former likes to smash his opponent's head with a pair of iron fists, while the latter likes to tear his opponent apart. throat.

"It's really a battle that is unimaginable to the outside world."

Zhou Bo has killed people before, but he still can't accept such a bloody fighting method. It seems that he is not doing it for fighting, but for killing his opponents.

The cheers and screams of the audience added a bit more murderous intent to the bloody competition, making the competition more bloody all over the killing field.

Finally, in the close combat, the stronger Skullcrusher broke the Skullcrusher's neck, and then smashed the Skullcrusher's head like a watermelon.

"Haha, what a brittle head!"

Skullcrusher raised his arms, enjoying the cheers and curses from the crowd.

He can live in the city for the next month without having to contribute a Bloody Mary and enjoy the conveniences provided by the many killing fields.

A graceful woman walked onto the ring twisting her waist. She was a Shura Ji and also served as the host of the killing field.

In addition to victory, female sex is also a reason for some people to fight.

Shura Ji is selected and trained by the King of Shura. Each one has good looks and is good at provoking men to the fire.

She gave a sweet smile, her smile was as bright as a flower. Many people were stunned and ready to make a move. Such beauties were rare in the killing city.

But not everyone can touch her. Only those strong men with more than fifty wins are qualified to kiss Fang Ze. The purpose of training Shura Ji by King Shura is to use beauty to corrupt the strong men and make them lose their winning streak. Blood fills the blood pool.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. The next contestant is very interesting and will not disappoint everyone. He named himself the Gunslinger. He sounds really manly. Let's wait and see how he performs."

A man in the audience who had his eyes closed opened his eyes. He was about thirty years old. He had a black spear lying flat on his thigh. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he stared down.

There were many snorts in the audience. Even without Shura Ji's instigation, many people were dissatisfied with such an arrogant title as the Gunslinger. Moreover, the regular visitors to the Killing Fields were all guys whose actions were faster than their brains. They were eager to teach him a lesson. Someone who dares to call him the Gunslinger.

Zhou Bo has already walked out of the audience, gradually attracting a lot of attention, because the players in the remaining three directions are all acquaintances of the Killing Fields. Although they only won one or two games, they are still familiar to everyone.

Except for Zhou Bo, he is a complete newcomer and no one knows him.

So who is the Gunslinger?

Faces cannot be covered in the killing field. Not only is it inconvenient to fight, but it is also inconvenient to seek revenge.

Yes, even such a ridiculous reason gave the Killing Fields one more rule.

"This guy is the one who arrogantly calls himself the Gunslinger. Where is his gun? It's not in his crotch, right? Hahaha!"

"Looking at it this way, I can be called the Gunslinger only after seven times in one night!"

All kinds of obscene words came from all directions. Zhou Bo's ordinary body shape did not look like someone who was good at fighting. What's more, he claimed to be a gun master, but he did not carry a weapon, which was really looked down upon.

Walking onto the ring and entering the iron cage, Zhou Bo saw his three opponents.

"Boy, have you been weaned? Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. Come over and make me feel comfortable serving you. I will spare your life."

The winner is qualified to handle everything of the loser, including their lives. As long as they pay the price to the killing field, they can take away the loser and dispose of it as they please.

Zhou Bo's face turned cold, his strength exploded under his feet, and he suddenly approached the rude middle-aged man.

A gleam flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He had just said that on purpose, so that Zhou Bo would take the initiative to find him. He could temporarily deal with the chick and let the other two fight, so that he could benefit. He reached out and pulled out his belt from his waist. With a clattering sound, he pulled out his weapon, a slender metal chain.

He could simply forge it himself. It took him more than a month to create this chain with a small amount of metal. With a little trick, he had already won two consecutive games in the killing field. It was called the snake chain.

After two months of stability, he was going on a killing spree again.

With a flick of the chain, the chain stretched out like a poisonous snake and wrapped around Zhou Bo's neck.

Zhou Bo raised his hand, and the chain wrapped around his arm. The barb at the end of the chain hooked the chain, binding his arm tightly.

"You're not slow to respond, kid."

Snake Chain narrowed his eyes, worked hard with his arms, and yanked suddenly to pull Zhou Bo down. As long as he pulled Zhou Bo down, he would be able to seal the victory in a close combat.

Unexpectedly, after the chain was straightened, Zhou Bo's arm did not move at all.

not good!

Snake Lian's eyes changed, knowing that he had encountered a tough situation, and there was some panic on his face.

But this was all his disguise. Zhou Bo had just taken a few steps forward. Snake Chain squatted down, and a short dagger stretched out from the end of the chain he was holding. Only one weapon was allowed to be brought into the killing field, and he brought two weapons. Combined, it can be considered as bypassing the rules.

The dagger was thrown out along with the chain. The spirit of the snake chain was an iron chain, so it was very good at using this weapon. With Zhou Bo's pulling force, the iron chain acted like a spring, transmitting Zhou Bo's own power to the dagger. It seemed like he was pulling the dagger towards himself.

Zhou Bo's eyes remained still. The snake chain move was really unexpected. Without more than ten years of practice, let alone using it in battle, it would probably hurt him even if it was used normally.

The incoming dagger was about to hit Zhou Bo. He raised his hand and caught the flying dagger between his fingers.

"impossible!"

Snake Chain was dumbfounded. No one understood the power of the chain in his hand better than him. Even without the blessing of soul power, the speed of attack would exceed the reaction speed of human vision. If Zhou Bo clamped it with his hands, unless it was two feet higher than him, The soul master of the ring.

But in the city of killing, soul power cannot be used, and cultivation is meaningless. How did he do it?

The snake chain was puzzled, and he pulled the middle of the chain to pull it back. When he failed, he decisively abandoned the chain and took two steps back.

He lowered his head and sneered. Iron chains are very difficult weapons. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. He was waiting for Zhou Bo to ask for trouble.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Zhou Bo threw away the iron chain that he regarded as a treasure, like discarding a piece of garbage.

Damn!

Snake Lian roared in his heart, then why are you robbing me?

His eyes flickered, and he wanted to go past Zhou Bo to pick up the chain, but Zhou Bo didn't give him a chance.

Zhou Bo's steps seemed slow but were actually fast. He spanned more than ten meters in three or four steps. The opponents who had won thirty victories in the Killing Fields did not need to use weapons at all. He planned to hone his close combat skills.

Taking one step forward, the punch was fierce.

Snake Chain rolled around on the ground awkwardly, avoiding Zhou Bo's fist and keeping the distance. However, he could still feel the stinging pain on the side of his face, as if he had been injured by the wind of the fist.

Zhou Bo refused to let him go and forced the snake chain into the corner of the iron cage and broke his neck.

(End of this chapter)