Douluo: The Rebirth of Tang San, God of the Sea

Chapter 155 Before Yum!

The nine flying knives are like nine phoenixes flapping their wings.Sway in the air.

Three seconds later, the battle stopped.On Tang San's shoulder, there was a bloodstain.That is the place left by the soul sage in the opponent's hand.Unfortunately, before hitting Tang San, there was already a flying knife on his vest.The large arteries on both sides of the neck were also embedded by the other two throwing knives at the same time.Therefore, his knife full of soul power only left Tang San with a wound three inches long.

The battle was over, Tang San wasn't in a hurry to leave.He walked slowly in front of each of the previous opponents and stomped his foot.

The skull was at his feet like a broken egg.And the scattered white light under his feet prevented the filth from splashing on his body at all.

The previous battles taught Tang San that as long as the opponent's head is not broken, he can't give up his vigilance.In order to understand this truth, he had to pay the price of breaking three ribs.

Retrieve hidden weapons one by one from the enemy, and collect them in 24 bright moonlit nights.This is the capital of killing, there are no hidden weapons to supply, he must cherish his life-saving means.

There was a special brilliance in Hu Liena's charming eyes.Seeing the moment Tang San threw out the flying knife.Her heart skipped a beat.

What kind of person am I falling in love with?I fell in love with him, what is his appearance?His strength?Or everything he has.

68 wins, this is Tang San's current record.

Killing capital, dark and wide room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair.These crystals outline a drum tower-like shape.Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"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 darkness, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only vaguely see that this man was slender.

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? It's been a long time since there has been a real strong man in the capital of killing."

"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 Slaughter City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if the title Douluo is in the Slaughter City , 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 Slaughter King was silent for a moment, "Then do you think, can he complete a hundred games and challenge Hell Road?"

"It will be a matter of time before a hundred games are completed. But he may not be able to walk the road to hell."

The Slaughter King said coldly: "There is no need to touch him."

"Why? Great king, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhundian thousands of years ago, who knows when they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly: "Wuhundian has no time to take care of us now. A month ago, there was a guest here. Do you remember?"

"guest?"

"Yes. It is one of the only two killing gods left in the world."

"Could it be that King Shura and the Hell Envoy are related to that God of Death?" The cold female voice trembled a little.

The King of Slaughter said indifferently: "You guessed it right. In this world, if the capital of Slaughter can be truly threatened, it is by no means the Spirit Hall. It is the God of Slaughter. I can't offend her. You It should be known that people who pass through Hell Road can still use soul skills within the Slaughter Capital. And this Shura King and Hell Envoy were sent in by the most terrifying of the two killing gods. Let things take their course. .Although I don't want to have two killing gods again, but I am even more unwilling to bear the anger of that killing god."

The cold female voice took a breath, "The great King of Slaughter, I am afraid that he will bring some unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of a God of Slaughter will be accompanied by an event for the City of Slaughter." Isn’t there such an instruction left on the fable wall of our Slaughter City? The God of Death comes, and the disaster of hell. The previous few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the City of Slaughter. If this time Really come again, I'm afraid..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice, "I've also thought about this question. But that God of Slaughter obviously attaches great importance to King Shura and the Hell Envoy. If not, do you think I would allow them to exist forever?"

"Great king, how about this? We arrange hell messengers to face King Shura, if they..."

Before the words fell, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, and the strong smell of blood scattered in all directions. Shouting, at the corner, a protruding body trembled violently.

"Don't think that I can just talk nonsense because I love you. After passing the hell road, the killing god can return to the killing capital at any time. The rule of the hell killing field is that fallen people with more than [-] victories will not be in the same game. Encounter. If any killing god knows about this situation. For the capital of hell, it will be a truly devastating disaster. In their killing god domain, any soul master can restore the use of soul skills. Otherwise, you think Why should I compromise with them?"

With blood-red eyes floating in the air, the King of Slaughter muttered to himself: "I just hope that under normal circumstances, they won't be able to persist for a hundred games, let alone pass the road to hell. Otherwise, two killing gods will appear at the same time. I am afraid that the catastrophe of the Slaughter City will also come."

The time was spent waiting and cultivating, sitting cross-legged in the hut where he lived, Tang San felt waves of icy chill continuously coming from his whole body.Huge murderous aura revolved around his body all the time, affecting him as well.

It has been nearly two years since I came here, and I am only one game away from the title of Hell Slaughtering Fields champion.

In two years, more than a thousand fallen people died in his hands. Even though those people were all evil and fallen people, every time they killed a person, Tang San would feel his murderous aura surge.And these murderous auras are constantly affecting him invisibly.

The reason why it took two years to get close to the final Yum was because of the number of participants.The bigger problem comes from Tang San and Hu Liena themselves.

The rising murderous aura was nothing at first, but after Tang San and Hu Liena killed over a hundred people here, the murderous aura began to affect their own minds.At the beginning, bloodthirsty emotions were only occasionally revealed, but as time went on, the killing aura became more and more obvious.As if seeing any creature wants to kill it.Killing a random person is as easy as crushing an ant.

Therefore, apart from participating in the competition, Tang San and Hu Liena's main training direction was not to improve their own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous aura.Fortunately, Tang San's Xuantian Kungfu itself has the effect of warding off evil spirits.Although there is no wisdom skull with spiritual cohesion, its own mental control is extremely strong.It was not controlled by the idea of ​​killing.

At the same time, Tang San also used the killing during the match as a way to vent.

Until not long ago, when Tang San completed 99 rounds of Hell Slaughtering Fields, he faintly felt that he was about to be unable to restrain the murderous aura in his body.at the same time.This is why Hu Liena and him reached 99 victories at the same time, but neither of them played 1 game.

The sound of banging on the door suddenly sounded from outside.Tang San's suppressed murderous aura rose almost instantly.The small hut was suddenly condensed with cold.Under murderous pressure.The dignified breath filled the air.The smell of blood was released from Tang San virtually.

"Who?" Tang San asked in a deep voice.

"It's me." A pleasant voice sounded from outside the door.Tang San listened to this voice a lot.So he immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was Hu Liena.

With a wave.A gust of air gushed out and unlatched the door. "Please come in." Tang San quickly suppressed the murderous aura in his heart.

The door opens.Hu Liena, dressed in black, came in from the outside.She looked extremely pale.

Glancing at Hu Liena, Tang San frowned slightly. "Are you almost out of control?"

Hu Liena smiled lightly, the blood red light in her eyes faded a bit, just as Tang San expected, these days, Hu Liena has been struggling in pain, even though she also has a head spirit bone to help, she can compare with Tang San It's still a bit worse.

"Help me, I can't hold on any longer." Hu Liena's charming voice came out.With that said, he closed the door.

Like them, they don't use Blood Orangutan Mary to suppress their inner murderous intent, and they all rely on their own perseverance to persist until now. They can be said to be two different types in the killing city.

And now that the two of them have been together day and night for two years, they haven't acted too intimately, which is even more shocking.

Tang San caressed Hu Liena's jade back with both hands, and slowly transmitted the endless energy of the cypress tree in his left arm bone, suppressing Hu Liena's restless heart.Not long after, the murderous aura in Hu Liena's body gradually calmed down.

Beautiful night.

(End of this chapter)