Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 247—Have you ever heard of Junshi Iai!

Feng Buqun's old face is getting darker and darker, he finally understands now that this woman came with the purpose of destroying his whole family, no matter how hard he struggles, the end result is death.

At this moment, the girl who was taken as a hostage let out a hysterical cry:

"Yes, kill this old beast quickly. You can't save me in his hands, but as long as he dies, I will work as a horse for you in the next life to repay you!"

"Bitch, what are you talking about?" Feng Buqun became furious after hearing this, and slapped the girl on the face with his backhand.

Feng Buqun's slap really exhausted all his strength. Even from a long distance, Qian Lingyun could still clearly see the girl's side face swollen and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qian Lingjun frowned, and her originally happy mood suddenly turned bad. She murmured to herself angrily:

"What the hell, what do you mean I can't save you? Who are you looking down on!?"

"I have to save you today!"

As we all know, Qian Lingjun is rebellious, if you beg her to save you, she may not save you, but if you say she can't save you, then she will save you today no matter what.

Although, she may kill you after saving you, but... just ask you whether she saved you or not!

"Old guy, give me some gold coins!"

With that said, Qian Lingjun stepped on the launch button again.

A high-explosive bomb passed through the red dot and was accurately shot at Feng Buqun.

Missiles were coming, but Feng Buqun couldn't care less about the oil bottle on the ground. He swallowed, and seven soul rings, two yellow, three purple and two black, flashed all over his body. With the flying ability of the Soul Saint level, he flew around This narrow space was like headless flies scurrying around.

One second before the missile exploded, a faint gray hexagram appeared under the girl's body, but with a flash of light, the girl's figure disappeared without a trace in the flames of the explosion.

Watching Feng Buqun scurrying around in the mid-air of the big room, Qian Lingjun tapped the launch button lightly with his heel.

One shell after another exploded all over the room, and the violent explosion made the foundation here unstable. There was mud leaking from the ceiling everywhere.

In the artillery fire, the wind is not like a group of dead dogs trying to survive in the aftermath of the explosion.

A hundred meters away, Qian Lingjun held her stomach and laughed loudly. She laughed and taunted wantonly:

"Hahaha, old man, he only knows how to play with soul guides, right! Without the soul guide, even the most basic abilities of a soul master have been forgotten!"

Under the violent series of explosions, Feng Buqun had long lost his previous appearance and high-spirited appearance.

His whole body was scorched black, and there was almost no intact piece of land. Even the man might no longer be there.

He gasped for breath, made an indistinguishable male and female voice, and roared heartbreakingly: "Little bitch, if one day you fall into my hands, I will make sure that you can neither live nor die!"

After hearing Feng Buqun's non-threatening words, Qian Lingjun didn't even bother to raise his head.

She just twisted the sight slightly, so that the location where the thunder missile exploded slightly matched Feng Buqun's escape path.

Why are custom-installed soul-guided artillery shells so powerful?that's because.The moment they bloom, their explosive power is comparable to a full blow from a higher level soul master.

As a soul master, Feng Buqun, firstly, does not have sufficient reflexes like a strong soul master, secondly, he does not have the physical fitness of a soul master, and thirdly, he does not even have his best soul guide with him, so his results will be disastrous. Just imagine.

So amidst the terrifying roar of thunder.Countless electric lights erupted, and the terrifying explosive force directly tore apart the defense condensed by Feng Buqun's own soul power.

The blue thunder snake wrapped tightly around Feng Buqun's body, leaving him lying on the ground trembling.

The crackling thunder snake made Feng Buqiang's skin burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and even his few remaining hair stood up like a lightning porcupine.

Qian Lingjun stepped off the Holy Spirit Ballista, stepped forward slowly, and smashed Feng Buqun's Dantian with one foot. He dragged his twitching body to the center of the corridor for the women who were locked in the cubicle to watch. .

Qian Lingjun squatted down, showed a dangerous little face to Feng Buqun who was in pain, and whispered:

"You want me to be unable to survive or die? That depends on whether you can survive until then!" Standing up, Qian Lingjun used a very ordinary third-level soul-guiding ray gun to shoot one after another. Broken the compartment door lock.

The women who were locked in the cubicles walked out of them as if they were from another world, their dull eyes seemed to reveal a hint of disbelief!

"You are free!" Qian Lingjun stood in the middle of the corridor and declared loudly to the 84 women in the corridor in a cold tone. He pointed at Feng Buqun on the ground and whispered: "He is yours! "

Feng Buqun, who had regained his language ability, looked at the group of hysterical women in their eyes and started threatening incoherently.

The previous tried-and-true methods seemed to have completely lost their effect at this moment.

No matter how he threatened and begged for mercy, the group of women who were gnashing their teeth were still pressing on him step by step. Feng Buqun was terrified, and he crawled backwards with hands and feet.

Soon, his back hit a pair of women's legs, and when he looked up, he realized that more than 80 women had surrounded him from all directions.

"No, no, what are you doing! You! Ah!"

As the first woman pounced on him and bit off his ear as a start, the rest of the women also pounced on Feng Buqun.

At first, Feng Buqun could still let out screams one after another. Later, there was only the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart and the woman's hysterical cry.

It took Qian Lingjun to retract the Holy Spirit Ballista. On the originally dark ground, there were only scattered pieces of meat and a few broken bones, proving Feng Buqun's existence.

After venting their inner resentment, these women spontaneously stood in a group on Qian Lingyun's only way.

Qian Lingjun crossed his hands and said in surprise: "Hey, hey, what's the matter, you're so red-eyed! You want to get me too..."

"Benefactor, we have nothing to repay for your kindness. I just want to be by your side and be your slave without any complaints."

"Ah, am I doing a good deed?" Qian Lingjun was stunned when he heard this, and was just about to say something to decline.

However, she heard the woman in the head knock her down directly: "We are already ruined and we have no motivation to live. If you refuse, we will die in front of you now!"

Then, he knelt down again. Looking at their firm eyes, Qian Lingjun couldn't say a word to refute.

"There are so many of you, really..." Qian Lingjun bit her lower lip tightly, pinched the corners of her clothes and walked around in place for a few times, muttering:

What should I do? I used to fool the holy servants a lot, but now I have no idea when I meet this kind of convincing person. It's really annoying!

Finally, Qian Lingjun squatted down depressedly like a deflated rubber ball. She rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly:

"Okay, okay, since you must follow, then just follow! In the worst case, I will find a place for you to work for me later."

Waving his hand to open a door to the undead, Qian Lingjun tilted his head and signaled: "Go in, go to the place, and I will let you out."

"Thank you Master for your great kindness!"

The leading female soul master stood up and called on the dozens of people to stand up and salute Qian Lingjun, and soon disappeared into the gate of the undead.