Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

(One more)

The sun rises and shines brilliantly.

Between the bizarre rocky Gobi beach cliffs, the two figures swept rapidly.

The speed of these two people is very fast, let alone ordinary people's naked eyes can't catch their traces, even some Soul Sect Soul Kings can only be blinded by the side, they can only occasionally glimpse the amazing sword, or It is a terrifying black-mansed hammer.

"when!!!"

The mysterious sword collided with Haotian Hammer once again, and between the flashes of Mars, such as the sound of the percussion of Chen Zhongmu and Drum, it was deafening.

Yang Ming stepped back and forth a few times and moved a bit to the right wrist caused by the reaction force. His eyes looked at Tang Hao not far away, and he was shocked secretly.

That's right, he is now practicing with Tang Hao!

Rarely, Tang Hao was promoted to Extreme Douluo, and wanted to get familiar with his new power. Yang Ming was naturally reluctant to let go of such a free labor force. With his **** brother relationship with Tang San, he finally convinced Tang Hao.

This is extremely luxurious training!

You know, in today's world, except Tang Hao, there are only three extreme Douluos, and each of them is an old monster in the Soul Division world. It is impossible for ordinary people to get their instructions. Not to mention that the other party will end. Personally practice sparring.

"Uncle Hao," Yang Ming's eyes flickered and said, "I didn't expect you to suppress your strength to the level of Soul King, but you can still be so strong."

Tang Hao held the Haotian hammer in his hands, and was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect Yang Ming to be able to support him under his hands for so long.

Even if he suppressed his strength to the stage of the soul king, it was not something that the ordinary soul king could defeat. However, Yang Ming emerged endless means, and even the strength to fight over the leap, let him re-know the young man in front of him.

Hearing Yang Ming complaining, Tang Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought he was not as strong as he was when he was at Yang Ming's age.

"Yang Ming, you don’t have to be arrogant, although you have integrated the Chaos Cloak Hammer into the Dugu Nine Sword, but you are not very skilled yet, and the speed of stacking power is not fast enough. If you can do it in just three minutes Adding dozens of strengths together, maybe you have the power to defeat me."

Yang Ming was silent, and knew that Tang Hao was right, which is why he wanted Tang Hao as a sparring partner.

Skills are not as good as possible, and level upgrades are not as fast as possible.

Most of the skills Yang Ming has acquired before are also patiently precipitated, blending skills through, turning them into instincts and imprinting them firmly in the bones.

Others only thought that Yang Ming was very easy to get all of this, but they didn't know that Yang Ming secretly worked hard and practiced till late at night, only sleeping for five or six hours a day.

After keeping Tang Hao's advice in mind, and after sorting out some of the deficiencies in the show of Du Gu Jiu Jian, Yang Ming once again held the mysterious sword and shouted:

"Look at the sword!"

Combined with the navy's six-step shaving and stepping through the wind, Yang Ming was like a help, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and the whole person disappeared hazyly in place. That was because the speed was too fast. !

In addition, the mysterious sword has now killed a lot of people, gaining a rapid increase in attack speed, and the one-two nine swords cast in one second have turned into countless sword shadows. The densely turned Tang Hao turned into a tight airtight cage, Even a mosquito can't fly in.

With the accumulation of so many sword moves, Yang Ming's power also superimposed on a terrifying state!

Compared to just now, Yang Ming has made a big step forward!

Seeing this scene, Tang San, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu all watching were speechless.

"Yang Ming's progress is too fast," Tang San gritted his teeth and said, "Can you still give us some way to live? I'm still practicing the essence of the chaotic cloak hammer method, but I haven't applied it to actual combat!"

"Third Brother, you give up." Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San with sympathy, and his fat palm fell on Tang San's shoulder. "Look at me, isn't it enough to call 666 when a salted fish is beside?" "

Oscar and Xiaowu focused on their heads.

Tang Sanzuo twitched slightly, Yang Tian sighed, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Thinking back then, Yang Ming was on the same starting line with him, and now everyone has taken off and he is still running **** the ground. This feeling is really terrible!

Everyone felt a lot of emotion in their hearts. As everyone knows, Tang Hao is also very complicated in his heart.

Watching Yang Ming raise the point by himself and learn in a blink of an eye, Tang Hao also felt pressured.

Have a son like Yang Ming!

Tang Hao thought in this way, glanced at Tang San secretly in the corner of his eyes, and secretly praised him in his heart. After going back, he must give Tang San more training, as long as he can't practice the dead, he will practice in the dead!

Tang San suddenly felt cold and sneezed.

He looked around and whispered in a low voice:

"Who is talking about me badly?"

At this moment, Yang Ming and Tang Hao, who is suppressing the power, are also fighting to the point where they are stricken together.

"Ding Ding Ding, Dang Dang Dang...",

A series of Jin Ge sympathetic sounds continued, only to see a series of Mars splashing, and it was impossible to see the two parties fighting each other. Only Tang San could use the Zijin magic pupil to barely see one or two, but if he watched for a long time By the way, even he felt a little dizzy.

The two went from the center of the Gobi to the cliff.

The swords and hammers are engaged in battle, and the wind is blasting like a sharp edge. They continue to leave deep traces on the wilderness, on the Gobi, and on the cliffs, gravel powder, smoke and dust.

Tang Hao, from his initial inattentiveness, has now devoted himself wholeheartedly to daring not to be careless.

Because, he suddenly discovered that as the battle gradually reached the stage of intensification~www.ltnovel.com~ From the face of Yang Ming, there was no trace of tiredness on the face, but the more and more powerful the war, the war intention almost showed through the eye mask, even if Tang Hao, who has gone through a lot of battles, was also shocked.

You know, people are creatures, not machines.

As long as a person is still flesh and blood, he will always be tired, and there will always be times when the trough will not always be at its peak.

But Yang Ming has fought with him so far, at least one hour has passed, that is, two hours, under the pressure of Tang Hao, Yang Ming behaved so abnormally, it is simply a weird thing!

"No wonder, Yang Ming can force his peers and even leapfrog fights. Sure enough, he is very human and must be very capable!"

Tang Hao was deeply moved.

As everyone knows, this is entirely due to the support of the Saiyan blood in Yang Ming's body.

The Saiyan people are a veritable fighting nation.

Yang Ming could feel that with the fierce fighting, the soul power in the body also reached a critical point.