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Roblox: Baddies Brawl Codes (enero de 2025)

Autor : Adam Actualizar : Feb 25,2025

enlaces rápidos

-Todos los códigos de franja de Baddies -Códigos de Brawl de Baddies Redenting -Encontrar más códigos de pelea de malos

Baddies Brawl, una experiencia popular de Roblox, presenta un intenso combate de jugadores contra jugador con una amplia gama de armas, movimientos y opciones de personalización. Desbloquear estas requiere estrellas, una valiosa moneda en el juego que puede ser difícil de adquirir. Afortunadamente, los códigos enumerados a continuación proporcionan recompensas gratuitas, incluidas las estrellas.

Todos los códigos de pelea

Códigos de pelea de malos activos

  • HappyNewyear2025 - Redime por 400 estrellas

Códigos de Brawl de Baddies vencidos

Actualmente, no han expirado los códigos de pelea. Canjee los códigos activos de inmediato para asegurar sus recompensas.

Códigos de pelea de malos redentores

Los códigos redentores en Baddies Brawl son generalmente sencillos. Sigue estos pasos:

  1. Lanza Baddies Brawl en Roblox.
  2. Localice el botón de la tienda en el lado izquierdo de la pantalla.
  3. Haga clic en el botón de almacenar y desplácese hacia abajo para encontrar el campo de entrada del código.
  4. Ingrese (o copie y pegue) un código de la lista de arriba y haga clic en "Redime".

Recibirá una notificación en pantalla que confirma su recompensa. Si encuentra un error, verifique dos errores o espacios adicionales. Recuerde, muchos códigos de Roblox son sensibles al tiempo, así que redime rápidamente.

Encontrar más códigos de pelea

Manténgase actualizado en los nuevos códigos de Brawl de Baddies por:

  • Bookmarking Esta guía para actualizaciones regulares.
  • Comprobación de los canales de redes sociales de Brawl Social Brawl:
    • Grupo oficial de Baddies Brawl Roblox.
    • Servidor oficial de Discord Brawl Brawl.

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