Anyone who comes to the killing city and struggles on the verge of death every day will fall. Especially men. Because under this huge pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve themselves. But Tang San did not. After the battle,
He would always go to a hut to practice. When he walked out of the hut, the only place he would go would be the killing fields of hell.
I don't know how many beautiful girls wanted to throw themselves into the arms of this Shura King, but what greeted them was only Tang San's cold murderous aura.
As early as when Tang San won twenty victories, Hu Liena was sure that this man came here for the same purpose as herself. To train herself.
In the past, she had always felt that her brother was the most outstanding man she had ever seen. After the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition ended, although she was unwilling to admit it, Tang San also joined the ranks in her heart. And this man in front of her was.
The man is the third one. He is also the one she thinks is the best.
He was no older than herself, his handsome appearance, and his perseverance not to be tempted by corruption. Each of these qualities deeply attracted Hu Liena.
There are often many reasons for a woman to fall in love with a man. Hu Liena knew that she had already fallen in love with this man. Although there was no communication except for a sentence he said to her on the first day he came here. But she was still completely
I am sure that besides him, I can no longer tolerate anyone in my heart.
Hu Liena sighed deeply. It's a pity that he is a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Coming from the Spirit Hall, how could Hu Liena not recognize the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand? She even thought with dejection, why are all outstanding men so good?
From the Haotian Sect. Tang San was like this, and so is this 9528.
While Hu Liena's mind was racing with thoughts, Tang San in the venue moved.
Nine people rushed from nine different directions, but they did not disturb his mind at all. His figure flickered like an illusion, as if there were springs under his feet. In an instant, Tang San's body had already flashed to the person who was standing before him.
Trembling in front of his opponent.
The next moment, the steel knife in the man's hand was embedded in his neck.
Turn around, kick your legs, and fly your hands.
Countless bright rays of light shot out from Tang San's palm, which were shining steel needles. The ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air stirred up, and the screams came to mind one after another.
Only three people could survive Tang San's hidden weapon.
It's not because they can dodge Tang San's hidden weapons, but because they all have the body of their former comrade in their hands, to be precise, it's a corpse.
Two are at level 60. One is at level 70. That is, two soul emperors and one soul saint.
If they can use soul skills, these three people are enough to pose a fatal threat to Tang San, who is only over level 50. But this is the city of killing. Tang San, who has been forged by three immortal grasses and two soul bones, has an incomparable physical strength.
How much higher are they? Soul power is important, but skills are lost. Soul power has no absolute effect.
The three people moved at the same time, holding the entity in one hand and holding the weapon in the other. Under the influence of their own strong soul power, they rushed towards Tang San from three angles. Their spirits had been completely locked on the six people in front of them.
King Shura of Seventeen Victories. They know. Victory or defeat depends on this one move, and there is only one chance.
Do you want to block my hidden weapon? Okay, then I will let you die under the hidden weapon.
His body spun around rapidly, and no one saw clearly how Tang San made his move. Nine arc-shaped flying knives as thin as willow leaves flew out of his body.
Nine flying knives. Like nine phoenixes flapping their wings and swaying in the air.
Three seconds later, the battle stopped. There was a blood mark on Tang San's shoulder. It was left by the Soul Saint among his opponents. Unfortunately, before he hit Tang San, there was already a blood mark on his vest.
Flying knives. The aorta on both sides of the neck were also embedded by two other flying knives at the same time. Therefore, his sword full of soul power only left a three-inch long wound on Tang San.
After the battle ended, Tang San was not in a hurry to leave. He slowly walked up to each of his previous opponents and stamped them.
The skull is at his feet, like a broken egg. The white light emitted by his feet prevents the splashed dirt from getting on him.
Previous battles taught Tang San that as long as his opponent's head was not shattered, he could not give up his guard. In order to understand this truth, he once paid the price of breaking three ribs.
One by one, hidden weapons were retrieved from the enemy and collected on the Twenty-four Bridges on a Bright Moon Night. This was a killing city, and there were no hidden weapons to supply, so he had to cherish his own life-saving means.
Hu Liena's charming eyes shone with a special light. When she saw Tang San throw out the flying knife, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat. If it weren't for her special way of seeing that Tang San was definitely not in disguise,
He would definitely equate the 9528 in front of him with Tang San.
I fell in love with him. What kind of person is he? Is it his appearance that I fall in love with? His strength? Or everything about him?
Sixty-eight wins, this is Tang San's current result. He is one game closer to Hu Liena.
The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.
It was an extraordinarily huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals outlined a drum-tower-like shape. Except for this chair, everything here was dark red.
"King Shura has won another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.
"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the dark, his appearance could not be seen clearly, and he could only vaguely see that the man was slender.
"Great King. Should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time. "
"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.
"At least in terms of skills, he is. King Shura seems to be born for the City of Killing. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even a titled Douluo is in the City of Killing.
, it is impossible to kill him without soul skills. I can be sure that there is at least one soul bone in King Shura. "
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"
"It's only a matter of time before he completes 100 games. But he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet. "
The King of Slaughter said coldly: "There is no need to touch him. "
"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago. But who knows which day they will tear up the agreement?"
The King of Slaughter said coldly: "Martial Soul Palace has no time to take care of us now. A month ago, a guest came. Do you remember?"
"guest?"
"Yes. He is one of the only two killing gods left in the world. "
"Could it be said that King Shura is related to the God of Death?" The cold female voice trembled a little.
The King of Slaughter said calmly: "You guessed it right. In this world, if there is a real threat to the Slaughter City, it is definitely not Wuhun Palace. It is these two killing gods. I can't offend them.
You should know that people who pass through the Hell Road can still use soul skills within the scope of the Killing City. And this Shura King was sent in by the most terrifying of the two killing gods. Let everything take its course. Although I
I am not willing to have another killing god appear. But I am even less willing to bear the wrath of that killing god. "
The cold female voice took a breath, "The great King of Slaughter, I'm afraid he will bring some unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of the God of Killing will be accompanied by a threat to the City of Slaughter.
Crisis. Isn’t there such an instruction on the allegorical wall of our killing city? The arrival of the God of Death will lead to disaster in hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the City of Killing. If this time
If it really comes again, I'm afraid..."
The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice: "I have also thought of this question. What you don't know is that not only King Shura has a background of killing gods, but also the Messenger of Hell who has won more than seventy victories. She is another existing killer.
Sent by God. If not, do you think I would allow her to exist forever?"
"Great King, what if we don't do this? We arrange for the hell messengers to face King Shura. If they..."
Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light were already spitting out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter. The surrounding air became obviously thicker, and the strong smell of blood spread everywhere. The cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp and tragic sound that was not like a human being.
Yelling, in the corner, a convex body trembled violently.
"Don't think that because I love you, you can talk nonsense. After passing the Hell Road, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time. The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen people with more than fifty wins will not compete in the same game.
Encounter. If any killing god knows about this situation, it will be a truly devastating disaster for the city of hell. In their killing god field, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Otherwise, you think
Why should I compromise with them?"
Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Killing murmured to himself: "I just hope that under normal circumstances, they will not be able to hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the road to hell. Otherwise, two killing gods will appear at the same time.
I’m afraid the disaster of the Killing City is about to come. ”