Douluo: My Father, Titled Douluo

The city of killing.

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

"Why nine people?"

"It seems so! It's out!"

A faint smell of blood floated from the venue, and Tang San slowly came in from the entrance with a cold expression.

If it had been in the past, this group of hot-tempered old men in the Killing City would not have spoiled Tang San, and a big dick came up to him.

Are you being punished for walking so slowly?

But now Tang San is considered a master in the killing city.

Ninety-nine competitions, naturally, ninety-nine wins. This is Tang San's current result.

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

Just one victory away.

That is this victory.

After winning a hundred games, and with the title of Champion of 100 games, you can permanently become a resident of the Killing City, have extremely high authority here, and even become the guest of the King of Killing.

Naturally, no one dares to mess with this kind of person.

"It's over now."

The nine people who walked into the Hell Killing Fields 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 cruelty in their eyes.

If you kill Tang San, who has won these ninety-nine battles, it would be equivalent to killing a God of Death, rounding up.

How awesome!

"Huh, clown!"

Seeing the looks in the eyes of the evil people around him, Tang San, who had already integrated into the society of the Killing City, knew what they were thinking.

Can he replace it?

Laughing to death!

After being severely beaten by the Yuan family father and daughter, cruelty had already become Tang San's motto.

After arriving in the killing city, the Tang Sect's secret skills such as hidden weapons, poison, controlling cranes and capturing dragons, mysterious jade hands, ghost shadows, etc. all gave Tang San the courage and support to survive.

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

Isn't it that he has worked hard in the killing city these years just to surpass these two people with the surname Yuan?

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

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

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

The illusory flicker of Tang San's figure was the Tang Sect's secret skill, Ghost Shadow Walking. Like a ghost, he had already flashed in front of an opponent in an instant.

The man was brave enough and raised his knife to chop 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, kicking the man out and knocking another person away. At the same time, his big hand flew up, and countless bright rays of light shot out from Tang San's palm.

Tang Clan Hidden Weapons.

Shining steel needles pierced the enemy's chest one after another, causing a harsh sound to break through the air, and screams also came one after another.

The remaining survivors were very smart and held the corpses of their companions in front of them, so they were not attacked by hidden weapons.

Four more people!

All are above level 50.

If they could use soul skills and these four soul kings surrounded Tang San, Tang San would at least be seriously injured.

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

The four old men looked at each other, and then took action at the same time, holding the body in one hand and holding the weapon in the other.

If Tang San can't be killed, the four of them will definitely not survive.

Victory or failure depends on this one move, and there is only one chance.

Tang San smiled evilly at the Dragon King, and four arc-shaped flying knives as thin as willow leaves flew out from 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 flying knife on his own vest.

The remaining two were even worse. Before they could touch Tang San's sides, the main arteries on both sides of their necks were cut open by flying knives.

There is another Soul King and the last opponent.

This soul king has rich fighting experience. When the flying knife came, he used the corpse to block it, so nothing happened.

"Kid! Kill you!"

The people living in the Killing City are basically bad murderers. At this time, the soul king's whole body was shaking with excitement, and his tongue stuck 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 with one blow of the hammer, the opponent was killed with a headshot.

The battle is over.

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

One hundred games completed.

An almost substantial murderous aura formed a huge vortex in the air.

Tang San slowly walked up to each previous opponent and crushed the enemy's skull with one kick.

Following Tang San's movements, the audience's cheers became louder and louder. Tang San was like a symbol of death in the city of killing.

"Congratulations, Tang San."

A low and sharp sound suddenly came from all directions, and the murderous aura released from Tang San's body poured back the moment the sound was heard, and was pressed into his body again, making Tang San's face suddenly turn pale.

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

The only one who can call him by his real name is.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Fields suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky.

The King of Killing!

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter..."

The shouts made the fallen people hoarse their voices, but they had no intention of stopping.

The King of Slaughter is tall, pale, and has a pair of completely blood-red eyes. His whole body is wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

The King of Slaughter's eyes fell on the viewing platform of the Hell Killing Fields.

"I'm very happy. Since the birth of two killing gods last time, I witnessed the birth of another strong man in the killing field today."

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

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang San, "Tang San, Yum, that's very good. You can enter and exit the Slaughter City on your own, and you will be hired as a guest of the Slaughter City below you."

"I"

Tang San was about to speak, but found that he could actually use martial arts and soul skills in the Killing City.

Is this the authority of the King of Slaughter?

"Tang San, I value you very much. I hope that in the coming days, you can help me manage this huge killing city."

The King of Slaughter never mentioned anything about the God of Killing Domain and the Road to Hell, and Tang San stupidly didn't even ask.

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

(The King of Slaughter does not know that Tang Hao is dead)

These killing gods are undoubtedly a great potential threat to the killing city.

The King of Slaughter decided to choke other people's necks to prevent them from obtaining the God of Killing Domain.

Anyway, Tang San didn’t have the God of Death as his background, so why didn’t he bully Tang San?

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