Douluo's invincible support

Tang's smile was like the spring breeze blowing on his face, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in his bones.

The waiter has been here for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen someone so young, so powerful, so powerful that with just one look, a group of people who are usually pretty ruthless and whose tips are stained with blood every day will be at the mercy of Tang.

The naked scarred man sitting next to Tang and the waiter standing in front of Tang had cold sweat on their foreheads.

Just when the waiter was about to agree to Tang, Tang suddenly seemed to remember something and said: "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I also want you to take advantage of this."

Then Tang's mind moved, and a few sword grasses directly penetrated the necks of the group of people who had just mocked Tang Di.

Waiter: "..."

die in sleep

Those people died peacefully

Looking at the dead man, Tang was extremely satisfied, and then said apologetically: "Sorry, he just died now. If you deal with it while it's hot, you can probably make the best quality Bloody Mary."

Waiter: "..."

Naked man with scar: "..."

The waiter turned and left. Although he was amazed at Tang's youth, he was used to the killings happening here every day.

"Wait, don't leave, I want to enter the killing city!" Tang wiped away the Bloody Mary that had just remained on the corner of his mouth.

"You want to enter the killing city after killing a few people? Young man, you are not qualified!" the waiter said coldly.

"Then you can use it as an ingredient for Bloody Mary in your own hotel."

The plain words gradually reached the waiter’s ears

The waiter looked back at Tang and said disdainfully: "It's up to you..."

But before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a blade of sword emerged from Tang's palm, a few tenths of a second faster than the sound, and shot out in an instant, piercing the waiter's heart first.

The waiter obviously couldn't give him any more answers. He never expected that Tang would actually take action against him. His pupils gradually dilated.

Withdrawing his soul power, Tang directly threw the waiter's body away. Blood continued to spurt out, gathering together with the corpse over there whose blood had not yet cooled down.

Ignoring the gazes of the naked scarred man and the two remaining waiters at the bar

Tang stepped forward lightly, and a crack suddenly appeared on the ground and extended to the bar. With a loud bang, the bar collapsed directly to the ground. A dark hole appeared, and a cold wind blew up.

It's a pity that Tang didn't feel anything

without any hesitation

Tang jumped directly into the dark hole, keeping vigilant at all times in the darkness. Tang, who had his Sharingan and Purple Demon Eyes open, discovered that the bar was a few meters below. The light green soul power under his feet started to step on the bar.

into powder.

Going deep into the darkness, Tang found himself in a long corridor, which should be diagonally going deeper into the ground.

A cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Welcome to the city of killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want, at the cost of your own life."

Tang: "..."

Why does it smell like a ground eagle from a distant desert?

The legendary desert eagle

is it you

You're here again, right?

Tang was very familiar with the aura of this second sand sculpture.

The sound in the air stopped and Tang continued to move forward. After turning a corner, there was a faint light coming from the front.

Stopping, Tang Pang Pang's mental strength discovered that a group of people were running towards him.

"trouble!"

Tang was disgusted and wanted to kill the opponent with one move, but found that he could only use his soul power here, not even his martial soul.

The city of killing has special rules. Here, any soul skills are ineffective. Even soul masters can only use the most basic power and the most basic form of martial arts.

Can't use soul skills?

Tang looked at the group of people running towards him with a smile on his face:

"Strange strength is not considered a soul skill!"

Therefore, Tang didn't even see the face of the person coming clearly. With a punch filled with dense soul power, with the help of Shunbu, the person running at the front was beaten into a bloody mist by Tang without even seeing Tang's figure clearly.

Tang then punched one after another and directly dealt with the group of people who were probably coming towards him.

Oh, by the way, these people should be coming for him, right?

Don forgot to ask

Looking at the blood on the ground... Tang thought they were coming for him.

His sharp little eyes found a little black light in the pool of blood

A black sign with a skull carved on it was brought out by Tang Yong, who controlled the crane and captured the dragon.

There are numbers on the sign

5888

Based on Tang's experience, this should be his identity in the Killing City

The dark city gate gives people an extremely depressing feeling. On the huge city gate, there are four characters "City of Killing" hanging high.

In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Tang San could show the identity card in his hand, a woman wearing a black gauze mask had already walked out.

"Welcome to the City of Killing." The woman's voice was pleasant. She stepped away from Tang and made an inviting gesture.

Don handed her his hand of cards... bah, that's a card.

What’s the reason for the inexplicable feeling of great health care?

"Okay, welcome to the Killing City, Mr. 5888." The veiled woman thought to herself who chose this number.

5888

my dad

...

Then the woman began to introduce the rules to Tang

"The City of Killing has been in existence for thousands of years. According to legend, it is the place where a powerful soul master left a realm after breaking through to level 100. Here, all soul master skills cannot be used, and people can only survive by relying on instinct and their own strength.

Soul power can be used as a source of strength..."

"This is a protective umbrella for evil, but most of the people who come in can't get out. In the thousands of years since the killing city, only eight people have left."

"There is only one way to leave the Killing City. That is to become the champion of the Hell Killing Fields. Only after you have the qualifications to challenge the Hell Road and rush out of the Hell Road can you leave the Killing City."

"And those who have gone out are all given the title of God of Killing."

Tang knew that most of the battles over the past thousand years were just about fighting for a god.

And he didn't want to think so much. He was only here to forge murderous intent, and Shura God would be his third brother's in the future.

Tang can't compete with Third Brother

The woman introduced to the end: "In the Killing City, there is no currency, and all food and drinks are provided for free. Of course, poison is not excluded. Here, the dead are the most valuable. Everyone will use the number of skulls they own as a powerful weapon.

Symbol. The blood and skulls of the opponents killed by one’s own hands can be used in exchange for other items.”

"Haha, it's useless to talk more. Take me to the killing fields of hell." Tang suddenly missed his wife and wanted to end it quickly.

"Sir, I think you should think about it carefully during the twelve hours of the novice's protection period." The veiled woman advised.

Well, this is all for the sake of face.

"Stop talking nonsense, who are you calling a newbie?"

There was a flash of blood, but everyone who was attracted by the blood had fallen down with frightened expressions on their faces.

The veiled woman also looked at Tang in horror.

Tang smiled and said to her: "All you need to do is be obedient, understand?"

"Otherwise you will be like them, sleeping and never wake up!"