Chapter 77: Spear Is Stained with Shit, Whoever It Pokes Will Die! Tang San Admits Defeat Immediately!

At this moment, Tang San, who was far in front of him, launched a blue-silver entanglement on the black-robed man.

Dozens of yellow-green vines as thick as forearms rushed over quickly.

Because the distance between the two was not close at this moment, the black-robed man reacted and decisively attacked.

"Swish!"

He held the gun in his right hand and moved quickly, and the tip of the gun flashing with cold light drew a series of sparks on the ground.

At this moment, the blue silver grass had come to a position about ten feet in front of him.

"First soul skill - sweep!"

The black-clothed man used his first soul skill again.

The cold light flashed, and the blue silver grass was cut off instantly wherever the gun shadow passed.

But then there were also drops of unknown liquid and solid mixture splashing towards the black-robed man.

He dodged quickly, but was still splashed on his body.

Suddenly, his stomach rolled.

"Hua!"

He leaned on the gun and vomited.

He almost vomited the food he had eaten yesterday.

It was really too disgusting.

He had never met such a disgusting spirit master in his life.

Today was just his first time in Soto City.

He wanted to play in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.

Who would have thought that he would encounter such a thing!

Now I finally know why the boy on the opposite side wore a mask to fight.

If he used such a shameless trick and didn't hide his identity, he would be beaten to death after leaving the Soto Great Fighting Spirit Arena!

"Shua~!"

Just then, five or six blue silver grasses rushed over again as if they were enchanted.

The black-robed man suppressed the discomfort in his heart and held the gun.

"Since you don't follow the rules, don't blame me!"

There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

His eyes were already fixed on the disgusting pile of things within a radius of three feet around Tang San.

In the eyes of the black-robed man, if he wants to deal with a disgusting thing like Tang San, he must be more disgusting than the other party.

His martial spirit is a spear, as long as he can get close.

Within five meters, it is within his attack range.

He once heard a famous saying,

The spear is dipped in shit, whoever is poked will die!

The water gun is filled with urine, whoever is sprayed will scream!

He never thought that he would use this first trick today.

"The situation in the field is somewhat beyond our expectations, but."

"The battle between the two sides seems to be still going on, and it is quite exciting!"

At this time, the host off the field directly acted as a commentator.

Because he found that in such a harsh environment, the battle in the fighting spirit field is still going on.

"Fuck, awesome!"

"Hahahahaha, today is also an eye-opener!"

"Don't say, this ticket is really not bought in vain today!"

"Interesting."

After the somewhat funny episode just now, the atmosphere in the field was ignited again, and it actually entered a small climax again.

Under the gaze of everyone, the black-robed man rushed out with a gun.

The target went straight to Tang San!

The latter was obviously a little panicked.

His blue silver grass had no power to resist the opponent's spear.

It was broken at the touch.

Tang San felt that his soul power was already a little insufficient.

Not to mention persisting in the next one-on-one soul fight, even if this one was over, there would not be much soul power left in the body.

"Shua~!"

Several blue silver grasses came out under Tang San's control and entangled the feet of the black-robed man.

Then, the latter waved his spear lightly, and the blue silver grass was cut off.

In the blink of an eye, it was already five feet in front of Tang San.

Tang San clenched his fists.

Now he had already held his breath.

Relying on the operation of Xuantian Gong in the body to move freely.

Although he might be more accepting than others.

But his current position can be said to be in the middle.

He had to withstand sieges from all sides at the same time.

If you don't hold your breath, you can't hold it at all.

Tang San is now gambling, he bets that his opponent dare not enter his "domain".

His guess is right, most people really don't dare.

But Tang San didn't expect that he was about to face a crazy and ruthless person.

Finally, after walking four feet away from Tang San, the black-robed man stopped.

He frowned, looking at the large area of ​​filth in front of him, and his stomach churned again.

But this time he held back.

"Shua-~!"

The tip of the gun drew a semi-arc on the ground.

Then, in the horrified eyes of the audience, the black-robed man actually extended the tip of the gun to the many filth in front.

He even rolled the gun head to make it look more even.

"What!"

Tang San was shocked, he never thought that his opponent would be so crazy!

How dare he do that!

The audience off the field also began to boil.

"What a ruthless man!"

"What a novelty!"

"Don't tell me, most people would have given up and stopped fighting. It's rare for them to meet each other!"

Huo Feng, Dai Mubai and the others had already lost their patience.

Such fighting spirits were really eye-catching and disgusting.

As for Flanders and Zhao Wuji, they relied on their spirit power to bear the discomfort of their bodies.

And Yu Xiaogang beside them had a very bad look on his face.

Because he knew that Tang San's fighting spirit.

After making a fool of himself, he was probably going to lose.

This result was obviously unacceptable to him.

Sure enough, at this moment, the advantage of the black-robed man in the field was already quite obvious.

After getting close, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass could no longer play any advantage.

He could only rely on Xuantian Gong and Tang Sect's unique skills to fight him in hand-to-hand combat.

But the attack range of the spear is much larger than Tang San's legs and feet.

In addition, the spear is now enchanted, which makes it even more difficult for the latter to resist.

"Hu, hu~!"

Tang San, who had been holding his breath, suddenly began to breathe heavily.

It would have been better if he didn't breathe, but he almost fainted after breathing.

The black-robed man raised a crazy arc at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Tang San like a wolf seeing its prey.

The latter's hair stood up and he shuddered immediately.

"Second soul skill, Broken Army Stab!"

The black-robed man turned the spear in his hand sharply.

The spear tip moved forward, stepped out quickly, and approached Tang San.

Four hundred and forty-six spears were quickly stabbed in a few seconds!

Tang San couldn't dodge and fell to the ground.

Originally, he still looked like a human being, but now he rolled around like this twice.

He looked extremely creepy.

Physical and mental torture.

Victory is hopeless.

Tang San staggered to his feet.

He was in a state of embarrassment.

Under the gaze of the audience, Tang San staggered out of the fighting arena.

He chose to admit defeat.

Wherever he passed, no one was seen within a radius of ten feet.

Those who hid were really farther away.

You can watch the excitement, but don't let it happen to you.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Looking at Tang San's embarrassed departure, Dai Mubai's face was full of regret,

"What a pity, the disciple who was highly expected by the 'master' fell in his third fighting arena"