Douluo’s Immortal Swordsman

A box on the second floor of a restaurant.

Only Su Qin and the black yarn woman were in this room. The decoration here is black as a whole, giving people a feeling of depression, but for both of them, they have long been used to it.

There is a table between Su Qin and the black yarn woman, sitting opposite each other. In front of the two of them, there was a big cup of Mary, and there were many dishes on the table. From the appearance of their plates and other appearances, people thought it was delicious.

Su Qin's food compared with these things is simply a world of difference.

However, Su Qin didn't touch these things, but asked straightforwardly: "Now you can talk about it, why are you looking for me?"

The black gauze woman smiled and nodded: "This is natural. I'm here to tell you the rules of a **** killing field."

"What rules?" Su Qin asked lightly.

Seeing Su Qin's appearance, the black gauze woman was a little unhappy, but still said: "In the killing field of hell, the fallen who won more than 50 games will not meet in the same game."

Su Qin raised his eyebrows, this rule is a bit interesting. But think about it, if more than fifty matches of the fallen are matched to fight together, then if you want to win yum, then the difficulty factor is not as simple as a little increase.

Su Qin showed a rare playful smile on his face, and said, "You tell me this, do you have any thoughts about me?"

The black gauze woman laughed like a silver bell, and said: "You have discovered this. However, it is not me who thinks about you, but the king of killing. My king wants me to ask you if you get a hundred Streak, do you plan to become the guest of my king?"

Su Qin looked at the black gauze woman in front of him, and at this time he also understood what she was here for, specifically to solicit him.

In other words, it is a kindness to the fallen who have reached fifty games in every win.

If the opponent can really complete the 100-game winning streak, get the title of champion, and recruit him into his command, this can enhance the strength of the killing capital. If it can't, it won't be too bad. After all, this is just a verbal questioning.

Su Qin smiled at the black gauze woman, took out the spirit hall elder token that Ju Douluo gave him from the heart of the ocean, smiled and asked, "Do you know this thing?"

Looking at the elder token of the Spirit Hall in Su Qin's hand, the black yarn woman showed a look of horror. She had never thought that Su Qin had such a big background. A series of questions could not help popping up in her mind, how could this guy be the elder of Wuhun Hall? Could this be fake? …

Su Qin looked at the shocked expression of the black gauze woman in front of him, smiled and continued: "It seems that you still know it. Then I won't talk nonsense any more. I came here under the crown of the Pope. She told me to go back to see her after I had crossed the road to hell. If I didn’t go back to see her, wouldn’t I fail her expectations? Are you right?

Also, you must have heard of Tang Hao, the **** of killing, right? I am his son's brother, and our relationship is very good. I only agreed with him before I came, and I will meet and have a good chat two years later.

Therefore, I am afraid I cannot agree to the request of the Slaughter King. I'm very sorry for this, and I will trouble you to convey my apology to him.

If there is nothing else, I will leave first. "

Su Qin looked at the other party's face constantly becoming ugly, knowing that it was almost enough, put away the token in his hand, then turned to leave the room, and closed the door intimately for her.

Su Qin left the room and went all the way back to his small room, which was relieved. The things he just said were all blowing up balloons, all of them blowing, but fortunately they bluffed the other party.

Otherwise, if the other party deliberately wants to detain him here, he will suffer a lot.

But now there is no need to worry about these things. Although those are bluffs, the other party probably believed them. With the only two killing gods in the world behind him, even the King of Slaughter would have to weigh them carefully if he wanted to do something against him.

In fact, as long as you say the side of the Spirit Hall, you can bluff the other party, but to be on the safe side, it's better to move them all out.

In the restaurant, the black yarn woman's face was gloomy, ugly and terrifying. Looking at the direction Su Qin was leaving, he was not in the mood to stay here anymore, and immediately got up and left.

The killing capital, a dark and wide room.

There is an exceptionally huge chair here. The chair is inlaid with blue and purple crystals, which are outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Except for this chair, everything here is dark red.

At this moment, a tall figure was sitting on the chair, unable to see his appearance in the dark, and could only vaguely see that this person was thin and long. There was a **** light in his eyes.

This person is the only master of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter.

The Slaughter King looked at the black gauze woman who was kneeling below, and slowly asked, "How is the matter going?"

The black yarn woman did not hesitate at all, and quickly retelled what Su Qin had said to her.

Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, and frowned slightly, "Are you sure these news are true?"

The black gauze woman respectfully said: "Great king. The elder token of the Spirit Hall in the hand of No. 8848 is indeed true, and I can guarantee it with my life. But as for what he said,'He is the son of Tang Hao, the murderer. Brother, and the relationship is very good.' This matter cannot be confirmed. But I think it is very likely to be true."

The Slaughter King fell into silence and asked after a moment: "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the road to hell?"

The black gauze woman pondered for a while and said: "Although his spirit power is only forty level, his martial soul seems to be very special. It can easily destroy the weapon spirit of other spirit weapon masters, even if it is stronger than him. No exception. So I think it’s only a matter of time before he completes a hundred games. But the way to hell, I’m not sure.”

The Slaughter King sighed and said: "Don't worry about him, let everything go as it is. Although I don't want to have another killer god, I don't want to bear the anger of the killer god, not to mention that it may be Two killers."

The black gauze woman took a breath and said: "The great king, I am afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the killing capital. After all, every killer who appears will be accompanied by a visit to the killing capital. Said crisis. Isn’t there such an instruction on the wall of the fable of our capital of killing?

Killing God descends, **** disaster.

In the past few times, every appearance of the killing gods caused heavy losses in the killing capital. If this time it does come again, I am afraid..."

The King of Slaughter shook his head, looked out the window with blood red eyes, and said: "You don't need to worry about this. Now I only hope that under normal circumstances, he can't hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the road of hell. Otherwise, if two killing gods appear at the same time, the catastrophe of the killing capital will really come."