Douluo: My father, titled Douluo

Killing capital.

The icy breath was suffocating, and a total of nine people slowly stepped into the hell killing field.

"Why nine people?"

"It seems to be! Come out!"

A faint smell of blood floated from the arena, Tang San looked gloomy, and slowly entered from the entrance.

If it was in the past, the group of violent old brothers in Slaughter City would not be used to Tang San, and a big push came up.

Walking so slowly, punished?

But now Tang San belongs to the Master of Humanity in the Capital of Slaughter.

99 participations, naturally 99 victories, this is Tang San's current result.

In the eyes of a group of criminals in the Slaughter City, Tang San was already very close to the two killing gods last time.

Only one victory away.

That is the victory.

With a hundred victories and the title of champion of a hundred games, one can become a permanent resident of the Slaughter Capital, possess extremely high authority here, and even become a guest of the Slaughter King.

Naturally, no one would dare to provoke such a person.

"It's over."

The nine people who walked into the hell killing field together with Tang San, although they were all trembling, they immediately surrounded Tang San in the center.

There was a trace of sadness in their eyes, but then it was replaced by the cruelty in their eyes.

If Tang San, who had won 99 victories, was killed, it would be equivalent to killing a God of Death.

How great!

"Hmph, the jumping beam clown!"

Seeing the eyes of these villains around him, Tang San, who had already integrated into the society of the Slaughter City, knew what the hell they were thinking.

He can replace it?
Laugh to death!

After being beaten by Yuan's father and daughter, cruelty has already become Tang San's motto.

After coming to the capital of killing, Tangmen's top skills such as: hidden weapons, poison, controlling cranes and catching dragons, Xuanyu hands, ghost shadows, etc. all gave Tang San the courage and support to live.

Thinking of Yuan Xunlu and Yuan Ling'er, Tang San's dark blue pupils had a touch of blood red.

He has worked hard in the capital of killing all these years, isn't it just to surpass these two surnames?

"Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can we understand the true meaning of actual combat."

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Tang San almost instantly, he asked: "Are you ready to face death?"

Nine people roared and roared, and rushed towards Tang San from different directions.

The illusory flickering of Tang San's figure is exactly the Tang Clan's unique technique, the ghost shadow fascination step, like a ghost, it has already flashed in front of an opponent in an instant.

The man was courageous enough, he raised his knife and slashed at Tang San, but the next moment, the steel knife in the man's hand was already embedded in his neck.

Tang San turned around and kicked his legs, kicked that person out and knocked one person into the air, at the same time his big hand was flying, countless bright rays of light flew out from Tang San's palm.

Tang Sect hidden weapon.

Shining steel needles pierced the enemy's chest one after another, piercing through the air with piercing sounds, and screams followed one after another.

The rest of the surviving people were very shrewd, and they all held the corpses of their companions in front of them, so they were not attacked by hidden weapons.

There are four more!

All are above level [-].

If they could use spirit skills, these four spirit kings would besiege Tang San, Tang San would at least be seriously injured.

But it's a pity that this is the capital of killing, a place where the use of soul skills is forbidden.

The four elders looked at each other, and then shot at the same time, holding the corpse in one hand and the weapon in the other.

If Tang San couldn't be killed, the four of them wouldn't be able to survive either.

The victory and defeat depend on one action, and there is only one chance.

Tang San smiled charmingly, the Dragon King crooked his mouth, and four arc-shaped throwing knives as thin as willow leaves flew out of him.

"puff--"

A soul king still slashed Tang San's shoulder, leaving Tang San with a bloodstain, but at the same time, there was already a throwing knife on his own vest.

The remaining two were even worse. Before they touched Tang San's side, the major arteries on both sides of his neck were cut open by the flying knife.

There is also a soul king, who is also the last opponent.

This soul king has rich experience in fighting. When the flying knife came, he blocked it with the corpse, so there was nothing wrong.

"Little devil! Kill you!"

The people living in the killing city are basically vicious murderers. At this time, the soul king was trembling with excitement, and his tongue was sticking out ugly.

Killing Tang San is equivalent to killing a God of Death!

boom--

The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang San's hand, and the opponent died with a headshot as soon as the hammer hit.

The battle is over.

Tang San raised his hands high, unreservedly releasing the terrifying and bloody killing aura all over his body, accepting the awe-inspiring cheers of the audience.

One hundred games are done.

The almost substantial murderous intent formed a huge vortex in the air.

Tang San walked slowly in front of each previous opponent, smashing the enemy's skull with one foot.

Following Tang San's actions, the cheers of the audience became louder and louder. Tang San was like a symbol of Death in the Slaughter City.

"Congratulations, Tang San."

A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions, and the murderous aura released from Tang San actually poured back the instant the voice sounded, and was re-pressed into his body, making Tang San's face suddenly pale.

Tang San used his real name in the Slaughter Capital, but most people would only call him 'King Shura' in awe, not Tang San.

There is only one who can call him by his real name.
The atmosphere in the hell killing field suddenly rose to the extreme, because in the midair, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

King of Slaughter!
"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..."

The shouting made the Fallen hoarse, but they didn't intend to stop at all.

The King of Slaughter was tall, pale, with completely blood-red eyes, and his whole body was wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

The King of Slaughter's gaze fell on the viewing platform of the Slaughter Field of Hell.

"I'm very happy. Since the last two killing gods were born, today I witnessed the birth of a killing field powerhouse."

From the body of the Slaughter King, Tang San could smell a faint sweet smell, intoxicating, like blood.

The King of Slaughter looked down at Tang San, "Tang San, Yusheng, very good. You can go in and out of the Slaughter City on your own, and you have been hired as the guest secretary of the Slaughter City under yourself."

"I"

Tang San was about to speak, but found that he was able to use martial spirit and spirit skills in the Slaughter City.

Is this the authority of the King of Slaughter?
"Tang San, I value you very much, and hope that in the days to come, you can help me manage this huge killing capital."

The Slaughter King never mentioned about the Killing God Domain and Hell Road, and Tang San foolishly didn't ask.

From the perspective of the Slaughter King, there are already five killing gods in the outside world, Bibi Dong, Yuan Xunlu, Tang Hao, Ajie, and Hu Liena.

(The King of Slaughter doesn't know that Tang Hao is dead)

These killing gods are undoubtedly a big and potential threat to the killing capital.

The Slaughter King decided to stick someone's neck to prevent them from gaining the Killing God Domain.

Anyway, Tang San didn't have the background of killing gods, why didn't he bully Tang San?

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