Douluo: Take the little brother Tang San at the beginning!

"Is it pitiful? Is it sad? Is it negotiable?" Yan grabbed Hu Liena's collar and asked Hu Liena's face almost close to his own: "Do you regret it? Haha, I regret choosing him instead of me. Bar?"

"You, shameless, he will not let you go." Hu Liena murmured.

"Come on, let him come. I am a Titled Douluo now. I am in the Douluo Hall. He is just a Soul Saint. If I crush him to death, it will be as easy as crushing an ant to death. Don't worry, he won't look for me. , I will also go to him, and I will make his life worse than death."

Yan grabbed Hu Liena's hair and dragged Hu Liena towards Hu Sidong.

"Kill him. If you don't want your mother to suffer so much, then kill him. Good boy, listen to your uncle and kill him."

Hu Sidong's trembling little hands held the dagger. She closed her eyes and rushed towards the bound and hooded man like crazy.

"No." Hu Liena screamed miserably.

A little girl, only six years old, holds a dagger to kill a complete stranger. How much trauma will this leave on her young mind?

Perhaps only the Pope's Palace can do such cruelty and inhumanity.

"It's appeared, it's appeared, the hundred-year spirit ring, look, her spirit ring has changed from white, which symbolizes the ten-year spirit ring, to the hundred-year spirit ring." Elder Ruan Yi and Yan looked at each other and continued: "If If we can study the secrets, then each of us can have upgradable soul rings. By then, we are preparing hundreds or even thousands of soul masters to create a 10-year-old soul ring. A soul master."

Elder Ruan Yi grabbed Yan's shoulders excitedly.

At this time, Yan was also happy, as if he would soon become an extremely powerful soul master composed entirely of 10-year-old soul rings.

Just when he was still immersed in the fantasy of showing off nine red soul rings, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Hu Liena, Hu Sidong, I have made you suffer."

Hearing the sound, Hu Sidong cried loudly: "Dad, dad."

The sound of 'Dad' made An Dong's heart throb inexplicably.

"Don't be afraid, Dad is here."

A figure hugged Hu Sidong tightly.

"Hurry and catch Hu Liena." Ruan Yi shouted quickly, wanting to take Hu Liena hostage.

"Just you?" An Dong flew out instantly and kicked Ruan Yi in the stomach.Ruan Yi was instantly knocked away.

"How is that possible?" Yan was extremely surprised at this time. You must know that Ruan Yi is an upright Titled Douluo.

"Nothing is impossible." An Dong slowly squatted down and untied Hu Liena.

Hu Liena hugged An Dong and cried bitterly.

"Sorry, I am late."

Hu Liena burst into tears and couldn't say a word.

Ruan Yi, who was knocked to the wall and vomited blood, said: "Quick, get Hu Sidong back."

"Take care of Hu Sidong, I'll be back soon."

After An Dong finished speaking, he showed 8 soul rings.

5 black, 2 red and 1 red gold soul rings light up.

"Red gold soul ring? How is it possible?" Yan asked.

"I told you, nothing is impossible." After An Dong said that, he opened the Death God's Domain and enveloped the two of them in an instant.

The sixth soul ring of Yan lit up the "Demon Flame Burning Soul Array".

A magic circle filled with rolling magma spurted out, and the magma erupted from the magic circle seemed to be locked, and went straight to Andong.

"A little trick." With a wave of Anton's Death Scythe, the rolling magma was instantly destroyed.

"How is it possible?" This was the third time that Yan was in disbelief. An Dong did not use his soul skill. He just waved the weapon in his hand and Yan's sixth soul skill was broken.

"I don't want to talk about third poop."

An Dong rushed towards Yan, and Ruan Yi released his martial soul's true form. It was a dark crow, heading straight for An Dong at extremely fast speeds.

"Get out." Ruan Yi waved his sickle, and An Dong instantly chopped off one of Ruan Yi's wings.

Ruan Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at An Dong in horror.

An Dong ignored him and walked towards Yan step by step.

"Go to hell." Yan instantly released his martial soul avatar and punched An Dong again.

An Dong opened his fingers and held Yan's fist.

"A mere fake titled Douluo dares to make mistakes."

Along with the sound of broken bones, Yan screamed in pain.

"Ruan Yi, save me."

Ruan Yi looked at Yan and then at An Dong. He dragged his broken wings and ran away quickly.

"Did I let you go?" An Dong snorted coldly.

Ruan Yi looked at the shadow behind him in fear. A man who looked exactly like An Dong emerged from his shadow.

Ruan Yi fell to the ground as if he had encountered a ghost.

He quickly propped up his martial soul and prepared to defend himself.

But he suddenly realized that his chest felt cold, as if something had penetrated his chest.

He lowered his head and saw an extremely dark black sword piercing his back and piercing his chest.

With a look of horror in his eyes, Ruan Yi fell down.

Ruan Yi is different from Yan. He is a genuine Titled Douluo. However, he is an auxiliary Titled Douluo. He is not good at fighting. He is only good at studying martial arts and soul skills. Otherwise, he would not be sent to study Hu Sidong's martial arts. .

Moreover, An Dong's current strength has far exceeded that of ordinary titled Douluo.In addition, Ruan Yi no longer had the fighting spirit, so An Dong's clone released the sixth soul skill: Shadow Sneak Attack.The sneak attack succeeded.

He was frightened when he saw Ruan Yi dead. He was extremely frightened at this time.

An Dong grabbed his neck: "How did you bully Hu Liena? I will make you pay back a hundred times."

The crazy realm of death was constantly depriving him of his life force.

Andong's Death Scythe passed by, and instantly, one of Yan's hands rolled to the ground.

"Please, please let me go. I was wrong. I was wrong. Please let me go."

An Dong smiled, and along with his death-like face, the smile was terrifying.

In Yan's eyes, where is this human being?It's not an exaggeration to say it's a demon, it's the God of Death, just like the God of Death coming, announcing his death.

"Let you go? Is it possible? If you didn't beg for mercy, you still had a bit of backbone. Now that you beg for mercy, you're like an ant."

Andong swung the sickle again, and this time, one of Yan's feet was chopped off.

"I won't let you go, I won't let you go, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go?"

An Dong knelt down and looked at Yan, who was lying on the ground and lingering. "It will be difficult for you to die under my death sickle, even if you want to become a ghost."

"I will pull your soul into hell, let you enjoy the torture of hell, and you will never be reincarnated."

I don't know if what An Dong said is true or not, but Yan believes it. He is afraid. He is very afraid. His whole body and even his soul are trembling with fear.

Hu Liena hugged Hu Sidong tightly and covered Hu Sidong's eyes, fearing that Hu Sidong would see such a bloody scene in An Dong.

Hu Liena did not feel sorry for Yan that his former teammates and partners would eventually end up like this.

On the contrary, he felt more relaxed than ever before. He deserved to die, he deserved to die a long time ago. If he hadn't thought about the face of being a teammate back then, he would have deserved to die when Yan blamed An Dong.