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Chapter 41 Tang Hao: Look at me pretending to be dead [Please vote and read]

[Fuck, I didn’t drive, why was the last chapter blocked again? Damn, I recommend reading it tomorrow. I didn’t drive in the last chapter and it’s gone, it’s really annoying…]

Tang Hao saw two legs stop in front of him from the corner of his eye. He endured the severe pain in his crotch, raised his head and roared furiously, "Today, either you die or I..."

"call--"

The tightly wrinkled black face just raised up, and before he could finish his harsh words, the thick and strong mace was already rapidly enlarging in his pupils with a violent sound.

Young people don’t respect martial ethics!
Tang Hao was very experienced in combat. He was not suppressed by Lu Xian's second soul skill at this time. His body instinctively dodged and wanted to avoid it, but as soon as he moved his legs, the severe pain in his crotch, which had just been suppressed by his soul power, was directed out again, and a devilish voice rang out again.

"Ahhhh shit!"

Tang Hao's cheeks immediately swelled up visibly. The disgusting and heady taste almost restricted all his thinking abilities. He put on the mask of pain on his face, and his dodging movements were also a beat slower.

"puff--"

The mace hit his face the next second, making his mouth crooked and his eyes slanted, and half of his cheek rotten. He flew dozens of meters away. The scene was really a scene of blood and shit flying all the way, and icy rain and the sky were the same color.

With a plop, Tang Hao fell into the mud again and slid for another seven or eight meters before he lay there, maintaining the same posture and not moving.

"Uh……"

The flying scene just now made Lu Xian feel a little uncomfortable. His stomach was churning. The third soul skill was useful, but it hurt a thousand enemies but cost him a meal. He almost vomited the barbecue and wine he had eaten in Ye Hei's world...

If it wasn't for the purpose of gaining abstract value, he would really need to consider the use of this ability carefully...

"Today, either you die or you die!"

He spat and completed the harsh words that Tang Hao hadn't finished saying.

Do you have the qualifications to speak harshly to me, Li Feiyu?

Even if An Lan came now, he would have to eat a big meal before leaving!
The mace in his hand seemed to feel wrong. Lu Xian lifted up the mace bought from the world of Zhuan Tian and took a look. He was slightly surprised. The mace was knocked a little crooked by this heavy blow and was no longer so straight. He didn't expect that it couldn't even blow Tang Hao's head off.

Is it that the quality of this mace is too poor, or is it that Tang Hao is too thick-skinned?

Lu Xian thought it was the latter. Tang Hao was so shameless, he might be the most shameless person in Douluo. If he had known this earlier, he would have just given it to the little punk.

far away.

Tang Hao was lying in a mud puddle, motionless, pretending to be dead. He had rich combat experience and vision, and now he believed he had figured out the soul skills of the evil little ghost.

One is the soul skill of kneeling down and catching the mace with both hands. The last soul skill should be the strange singing, and the light shield he is holding is most likely a defensive soul skill.

The first two soul skills he had personally experienced were both very strange. Tang Hao felt that the light shield defense soul skill might not be simple either, and might have some strange and disgusting abilities, and might even be able to rebound damage.

He only had one chance to attack suddenly, otherwise he would be controlled by the evil spirit skill of the one who knelt down to receive the mace. He was accumulating spirit power and waiting for an opportunity...

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when the little devil came up to check, and suddenly attack him ruthlessly. Even if they died together, it would be worth his life.

He, Haotian Douluo, must speak out against this!

Otherwise, I will die in peace.

Tang Hao lay there for a long while without making any movement.

Lu Xian really didn't think that he was pretending to be dead, because he was too lazy to think so much.

Far apart.

"Ahhhh shit!"

The third soul skill was activated again.

Your mother—

Tang Hao lay there, his mouth swollen and uncomfortable, but he was pretending to be dead, waiting for an opportunity, and couldn't be exposed...

It’s just Oli Gei, I can bear it!
"Ahhhh shit!"

"Oh shit!"

“Shit!” “Shit!”

Grass!
Don’t you have any other fucking tricks?
yue——

"I'm going to fight you, yue——!"

Bear with your mother!!!
Tang Hao couldn't bear it any longer. While vomiting, he took out a silver hammer that was taller than a man, rushed up into the sky, and holding the hammer with both hands, he made the starting move of splitting Mount Hua with force.

"Shh!"

Lu Xian swung the wolf-fang steel needle sword in his right hand, and his second soul skill was 100% activated by catching the blade with bare hands.

Tang Hao, who had just jumped into the air, threw the silver-white sledgehammer raised above his head, and retracted the nine soul rings that had just appeared on his body. Then he bent his knees, and fell heavily to the ground with a "thump" from a height of more than ten meters, and began to slide forward.

His whole face was distorted at this moment. You have to know that there were countless nails stuck in his knees at this moment. It was so painful and he really couldn't hold it.

Once again, Tang Hao's palm became a hornet's nest. The dense blood holes and the blood spurting out told of the tragic things he had experienced.

"Eat my prison big wolf fang head attack!"

With a duang sound, the steel needle of the mace in his left hand embedded into Tang Hao's brain. This time, his eyeballs bulged out of their sockets and were scarlet as if they were about to burst on the spot.

Lu Xian was still worried that he would not die, so he pulled out the embedded mace from his head and, like hammering iron, hit him seven or eight times, until his head was smashed into his chest. Then he threw the severely deformed mace away, withdrew his martial spirit suppression, and ended this thrilling battle!
As Tang Hao's body fell into the mud with a plop, Lu Xian breathed a sigh of relief and collected his exploded soul bones. Although they were a bit worthless, they could still be sold for some gold soul coins.

"The strength of a Titled Douluo is truly terrifying. I didn't expect him to be so... resistant to attack."

"Fortunately, I am more skilled than you!"

"I, Lu Xian, can have the strength I have today, all thanks to my own hard work and persistence!"

Lu Xian was a little proud. He had killed a strong man like Tang Hao. So he asked, "Who else!!!"
"Ok?"

He noticed Rat's gaze and turned his head to look in the direction of the hut.

At the missing door frame of the hut, two heads popped out, one above and one below, silently observing him. He didn't know how long they had been observing him.

Seeing his gaze sweeping over, Ning Rongrong was so scared that she immediately shrank her head back.

This man is so cruel and scary.

He actually used a mace to knock a Titled Douluo's head into his chest. This is a devil!

Woohoo~ She really wants to go home...

Zhu Zhuqing looked calm. She nodded at him from a distance, then went back into the house and walked over with the horse.

At this moment, Lu Xian vaguely realized that a hint of paleness had appeared in the sky, and the rustling drizzle had almost stopped, leaving only some floating raindrops.

Its daybreak.

"Don't you want to ask something?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to ask. The more powerful you are, the safer I'll be. You won't hurt me anyway."

"Tsk! I just like your personality."

Lu Xian took the reins with a smile, turned over, and stretched out his hand with a gentle smile, "I passed by Notting City in Fasno Province today, and I have a gift for you!"

She blinked her beautiful eyes, took his hand and got on the little black horse.

Two figures rode on small black horses and quickly went away in the first rays of dawn in the sky.

As for Ning Rongrong, you know, a real man never looks back at ordinary people.

　Thanks to my brother Xiao Leixue (or sister?) for the reward. I also want to update more, but my ability really does not allow it. I look through nearly a thousand abstract memes every day, and then select the ones I need to use and code them into the plot, trying my best to make this chapter interesting and reasonable. It is really not that easy. Two chapters a day is already the limit, unless one day I suddenly have a burst of inspiration, and then I may have one more chapter in reserve.

　　Currently, I have read 1800+ books, and I really want to read 900+. It should be stable for me to be recommended in the first or second round of PK. I am currently in the first round. There is a certain probability that I will be in the third and fourth rounds, and then it will be Sanjiang. I have been writing books for so long but I have never been to Sanjiang. Brothers who want to support the book, please wait until the new book period is over and then support it after it is put on the shelves. The early stage of the recommendation position is too important. My dream is to be in Sanjiang. I read and flip through the books every day, especially on Tuesday when the PK results of the recommendation position are released. I must follow it. I would like to say thank you here!

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