Douluo: Haotian myth

Tang Bufan's indifferent gaze glanced at the nine figures in front of him, making the nine people tremble with fear, and all of them looked desperate.

This Sword King of Light is really terrifying. He once killed two hundred people in one battle and shocked the entire killing city.

They clearly remember that it was just after the 70th game of the King of Light Sword, more than a hundred people rushed forward, and more people joined later.

That battle was extremely brutal. It lasted for three hours. The gray clothes of the King of Light Sword turned into blood clothes. The sword in his hand was red with blood dripping continuously.

They didn't know how the King of Light Sword survived under the siege of two hundred people, but when the King of Light Sword crawled out of the pile of corpses, everyone was shocked, even though they all knew that the King of Light Sword had run out of gas and could even walk.

They were all trembling, but when the King of Light Sword glanced over, they were frightened at that moment, and could only watch the King of Light Sword leave.

Three days later, when the King of Light Sword came to the regional killing field again, no one dared to sign up to participate in the competition. Not only that, the King of Light Sword stayed there for three days. The result was that the whole battle was completed for three days and seventy-two hours.

none.

Looking back, Tang Bufan didn't know that they were afraid of him?

In that battle, he almost used most of the methods, not only the martial arts skills he had mastered in his previous life, but also the earth realm.

In addition, he also used the skull skill at critical moments, killing many enemies with the light of virtual reality.

He has obviously changed now from when he first came to the Killing City. Not only does his expression become colder, but his whole person also emits a thick bloody aura, making people awe and intimidated.

When the game officially started, the nine people immediately surrounded Tang Bufan in the middle.

They, they know that no one can survive unless Tang Bufan is eliminated, but this is the King of Light Sword! Can they defeat this terrifying existence that killed two hundred people in one battle?

In a dark corner of the viewing platform, An Yao watched Tang Bufan's game silently. He truly admired this man.

What I admire is not the strength, but the perseverance of this man.

On the field, nine people rushed from nine different directions. Tang Bufan's eyes turned cold, and his figure disappeared from the spot. The next moment, his Clear Sky Sword slashed the throat of one of the middle-aged men,

At the same time, a dagger flew out from his left hand and hit one of the men in the heart. Tang Bufan killed the two men instantly.

Then he killed the other seven people in the same way, ending the game. It was only then that Tang Bufan picked up the dagger he got from Tianxiacang and named it the Dagger of Darkness.

In the dark corner, An Yao felt that it was time to communicate with the King of Light Sword. After all, he was about to win the regional killing field championship!

Deep in the Killing City, there is a dark and spacious room.

On a huge chair inlaid with blue and purple crystals, a tall figure sat. His appearance could not be clearly seen in the dark, but he could only be seen to be tall and thin.

"The Sword King of Light has won ninety-two victories!" Suddenly a cold female voice sounded.

The tall figure on the crystal chair said in a low voice, "I know."

"Great King, should we contact him and let him join us!"

"Do you think he is a truly strong man?" the Slaughter King asked.

"Although his soul power is not high, his physical fitness, strength, speed, combat experience, and skills are all outstanding and few can match him. Moreover, he is still young and has great room for growth. I think even if the titled Douluo does not use soul

It’s very difficult to defeat him regardless of his skills. And I doubt that this King of Light Sword has at least one soul bone in his body, otherwise he wouldn’t be so physically strong.”

The cold female voice sounded in the dark room again.

"Then do you think he can pass the regional road?"

The cold female voice hesitated for a moment, "I think there is a 20% chance of success!"

The King of Slaughter was a little surprised, "There is a 20% chance. Are you so optimistic about him?"

The cold female voice nodded.

"In this case, you go to contact him and see if he knows how to lift? If he doesn't know how to lift, huh! Anyway, he is different from that girl!"

The King of Slaughter sneered.

The cold female voice asked doubtfully: "Great King, are you talking about the Dark Sword King who has won eighty victories? I wonder what is special about her?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly: "Half a month ago, one of the only two killing gods in the world came to the city of killing!"

"Is it possible that the Dark Sword King is related to the God of Death?"

The King of Slaughter said calmly: "Yes, the Dark Sword King was sent in by the God of Death!"

Finally, the chatter in the darkness became quieter and quieter, and silence finally returned.

In the city of killing, there was a sudden knock on the door of Tang Bufan's training room.

Tang Bufan's eyes turned cold. He wanted to see who dared to disturb his practice?

"who?"

"It's me, An Yao, I have something to discuss!" A clear and pleasant voice sounded from outside the door.

Tang Bufan frowned. He and An Yao had no friendship. Except for the attack a year ago, the two of them had not even exchanged a few words.

With a wave of his hand, a stream of air rolled out, and the door opened immediately. Then An Yao, dressed in black, walked in! Her face was a little pale, and she was leaning against the door with a glass of Bloody Mary in her hand, tasting it slowly.

I'm used to it now.

Tang Bufan only drank once in the tavern above the Killing City, and never drank again. He had already prepared enough green water in his belt.

"I wonder what Miss An Yao wants from me?" Tang Bufan asked after a moment of silence.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace a year ago?"

"That's it?" Tang Bufan was a little confused.

An Yao shook his head: "After you complete Yum Victory, you should plan to enter the regional road and obtain the title of Killer God, right?"

Tang Bufan did not deny it, "Isn't it the same for you?"

"Yes, I also plan to get the title of God of Killing, but do you know that the City of Killing does not want a new God of Killing to be born?" An Yao also did not deny it.

Tang Bufan's eyes flashed with solemnity, "Are you telling the truth?"

An Yao nodded.

Tang Bufan fell into silence, "Since the City of Killing doesn't want the God of Death to be born, how were the previous Gods of Killing born?"

An Yao smiled bitterly, he really couldn't answer this question.

Seeing that An Yao could not answer his question, Tang Bufan said calmly: "Miss An Yao, thank you for your kindness, but at this point, we can only take it one step at a time. Let alone the King of Killing, we can pass even the law enforcement team.

No."

An Yao's face showed helplessness, but after thinking about it, she still said: "I still hope you won't play the last game so early. If the worst happens, maybe I can help you!"

Looking at An Yao's sincere eyes, Tang Bufan was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

After sending An Yao away, not long after, there was another knock on the door of Tang Bufan's training room.