The Legend of Haotian in Douluo Continent

The inner city of the killing city——

"You just said that my number is , but I see there are more than people here..shung" No. asked.

"Yes, Mr. No. 63, there are now more than people in the Killing City, and they are all soul masters." A masked girl next to No. answered.

"Sure enough, no wonder... most of the prisons in the two major empires of Douluo Continent and the Eight Kingdoms are just ordinary people involved in crimes. Besides, if those soul master criminals are of a higher level, how can the soldiers of the empire control them? Where to live? And the Wuhun Halls distributed in various towns..." Thinking of this, No. finally understood.

"Mr. No. , let me finally remind you that no one in this killing city can trust you, including me." The masked girl said, "By the way, your newcomer protection period is about to expire. You need to Shall I escort you to the outer city?"

No. replied, "No, you can go."

As soon as the masked girl left, as expected by No. , the people around him looked at him eagerly.

A tall fat man with his upper body naked appeared with a butcher's knife in his hand, and the people around him took a few steps back out of fear.

It seems that this tall fat man should be very powerful here, and that's right. You can tell his status in the killing city just by looking at his figure.

The tall fat man didn't care so much, he picked up the butcher's knife and chopped it over.

Number has been traveling for many years and has long been able to stand alone in the world of soul masters. Faced with this situation, he is even more fearless in the face of danger.

"Is this stupid boy a food stamp given to me by the King of Slaughter without even using his martial spirit?" A scrawny middle-aged man's eyes widened.

Suddenly, the scrawny middle-aged man didn't have time to scream, and his head was thrown aside. Several people around him sucked the last remaining blood of the man like bandits, drinking and watching the show.

The scene returns to No. ——

No. took a half-step to the side, and the butcher knife didn't even touch his skin.

The tall fat man suddenly froze, and his wrist was firmly grasped by No. .

Over sixty levels, Soul Emperor!

No. quickly estimated the tall fat man's soul power.

The tall fat man used a barbaric spirit power to shake off No. 's arm, and slashed at No. with a violent spirit force on his butcher knife.

No. 's internal strength and combat experience were even more unfathomable. A black hammer appeared in his hand, and a layer of Gang Qi spread around him, forming a soul shield.

Haotian Bodyguard!

Soul rings and soul skills cannot be used in the ruins of the gods in the Killing City, but they can display extremely rare and difficult-to-understand self-created soul skills, and the advantage of soul power is also very important.

Now that the soul power has been used, a total of seven soul rings have appeared on No. .

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

The best soul ring combination!

Tang Hao, the martial spirit Haotian Hammer, is twenty-five years old and a level seventy-one power-attack soul saint!

Without any hesitation, the tall fat man focused all his soul power on the butcher's knife, and a gap appeared in Haotian's body protection.

Seeing that the butcher's knife had reached Tang Hao's chest, what a pity!

The sound of broken skulls could be heard even if you listened carefully in the noise. A black hammer had already left Tang Hao's hand and came behind the tall fat man. Although the tall fat man held a butcher's knife in his hand, unfortunately, he didn't even touch Tang Hao's fur and his hand had already dropped.

The scarlet blood and gray-white brains mixed together, and the tall fat man instantly turned into a cold corpse. There was a pool of fresh plasma and flesh next to the corpse, and it was still spreading.

Tang Hao followed suit and cut open the tall fat man's chest with a knife. The blood distributed in the internal organs was the best of the Scarlet Mary.

There are strong soul power fluctuations again!

Even better than Tang Hao!

This sudden attack of soul power made Tang Hao break into a cold sweat.

Of course, this soul power can't do anything to Tang Hao, but who is this opponent? Can you win by yourself?

In this city of killing, it is not about winning or losing, but about life and death!

Tang Hao felt that this soul power was getting closer and closer, and was already close to him. However, it was far away again.

This soul power passed by Tang Hao and suddenly appeared behind Tang Hao.

Not me?

There was a scream behind him, and a bald gangster holding a mace had been penetrated between the eyebrows.

So strong!

A figure appeared more than ten meters away from Tang Hao. She was a woman with a graceful figure.

"Rakshasa, Sanskrit, ancient name for Rakshasa, is the name of a violent evil ghost. Men are extremely ugly, while women are extremely beautiful, and they both feed on people."

"It's a Rakshasa girl! Everyone, run away!" The dozen or so living people nearby disappeared in an instant, and more than twenty corpses hurriedly crawled away.

These murderers can actually reach a consensus! The dead people pretended to be corpses and ran away, which shows how powerful this "Rakshasa girl" is in front of her!

In this city of killing, there are three situations:

1. The survival rate of each ordinary death match is as high as 50, and there are also scarlet Mary streets, which is simply not flattering~

2 The survival rate when encountering Tang Hao is zero percent, except for the Rakshasa girl.

3The survival rate of encountering a Rakshasa girl is equal to... Bah! Less than 0. What is the concept? For example, if you don't touch her, you will die. If you touch her, the survival rate has already reached a negative number.

However, except for the murderous aura on the Rakshasa girl. When he actually walked in front of the Rakshasa girl, he realized that the woman in front of him was so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil. It seemed that all kinds of beautiful words could be applied to this woman. Crazy hint

"Thank you." Tang Hao said calmly.

The Rakshasa girl ignored Tang Hao and walked straight over.

Who is this woman?

Tang Hao was suddenly stunned for a moment and walked away.

The center of the killing city——

"There's a Pope of Wuhun Hall over there, and a Saint of Wuhun Hall here... Okay, let's give him Qian Xunji some face."

Also give Qian Daoliu some face...

Just make an exception and release the water once!

Three years later--

"...Douluo Li..." In a small dark room, a young man's hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and his black cloak had been torn in many battles. Another hint of madness. The young man drew a circle with his finger on a number on the wall beside the bed.

"Well...I must be twenty-eight years old." The young man stood up.

What is painted on the wall is Douluo Calendar.

I feel like I was taken to a ditch... I shed tears while laughing

The soundproofing effect of the house was not very good, so the young man could actually spend countless nights in a noisy and chaotic environment.

However, no one dared to come in.

Tang Hao, Martial Soul Haotian Hammer, twenty-eight years old, seventy-third level Soul Saint!

The champion of the Hell Killing Fields in the past century, with ninety-nine wins and zero losses, and the number of kills in the Killing Fields alone was as high as .

Suddenly, time outside the house seemed to be frozen, and the space seemed to be condensed. At this moment, countless screams were heard, and there was deathly silence within a kilometer of the house.

The dilapidated wooden door also opened.

"Bibi Dong...sit down!"