Knights, you look at me and I look at you. For a moment, I don’t know what to say.
After a while, one of the people who looked like the leader stood up and said to Si Ren: "It's not like you can't win, so why don't you want to participate?"
"You don't understand this." Si Ren showed a very rare expression of melancholy on his face, and he felt truly melancholy in his heart.
"I entered the Killing City because of my unknown hobby; I don't want to participate in the competition because it would be boring if my hobby turned into a job."
The team leader was silent for a moment and decided not to care about this man.
Love as much as you like, just don't swing the butcher knife at the knights and leaders. They don't want to follow the footsteps of the black veiled woman.
Moreover, Si Ren turned in a lot of Bloody Marys.
Not to mention Si Ren, who was dominating the city of killings, the Haotian Sect finally held back its shit.
Tang San's one-year retreat ended, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.
Although there is no fairy grass around, the early awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor's martial spirit, as well as training with his own mother, exchanging benefits with the Tiandou royal family in exchange for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and sparring with peers from the Haotian Sect, etc. are all brought together. , Tang San still reached level forty-eight in just one year.
Tang Hao was in a good mood, feeling that Tang San had a chance to break through the Soul King before the Young Soul Master Competition, and tried to add a ten-thousand-year soul ring to the Clear Sky Hammer to become the leader of the Clear Sky Sect team.
Tang San, on the other hand, had a different idea - he wanted to lead the Shrek Seven Monsters into the finals, which was equivalent to the Haotian Sect entering two teams and the Spirit Hall team playing against one.
The Shrek Seven Monsters act as pawns, consuming the power of Wuhun Palace and creating a chance for Haotian Sect to make a final decision.
Tang Hao was greatly relieved and immediately set off on the road to Hammer the People, the killing capital.
As a person who has been there, Tang Hao naturally knows what kind of place the Killing City is. He doesn't think anyone can become the God of Killing within a year.
The King of Killing is not willing to see a new God of Killing appear. Even if he is afraid of Bibi Dong, it is unlikely to prevent the "aboriginals" from taking action against the seedling of the God of Killing.
Now Tang Hao has recovered to level seventy-nine. Relying on Ah Yin's 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone, Tang Hao is enough to unleash the destructive power of a Titled Douluo. If such a person were to kill freely in the killing city, It will definitely shake its foundation.
Tang Hao, who was lagging in news, was full of confidence, thinking that he could easily deal with the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and escape unscathed.
Tang Xiao also went to the group of elders to express his anger, and they unanimously stated that as long as Tang Hao could kill the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, the sect's soul bones could be given to Tang Hao again, allowing "Haotian Douluo" to regain its glory.
In a good mood, Tang Hao felt that the bluesilver grass on the roadside was faintly emitting a golden light, as if congratulating him.
"Ah Yin, have you seen it?"
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It's hard to say whether Ah Yin saw it or not. After all, the Blue Silver Holy Light Group, under the deliberate arrangement of Wuhun Palace, avoided Tang San's haunting range.
But Si Ren immediately knew that Tang Hao, the disabled man, had come all the way to hammer him.
Si Ren has actually progressed very quickly over the past year. He has now reached level 56, and the restrictions on Si Ren in the Killing City are relatively limited——
Except for the first and third soul skills, which came from Bibi Dong and belonged to the "foreign household registration", the second, fourth, and fifth soul skills were all formed by Si Ren's own thinking and tapping into the power of the martial spirit itself.
These three soul skills are more like talents. They do not depend on the existence of soul rings and can still be used.
Therefore, facing an ordinary soul saint, Si Ren was worthy of his victory. Faced with Tang Hao, it was not impossible for him to be prepared.
"Continuing to linger in the killing fields of hell, he was spotted at a glance, but gave Tang Hao a chance to make a sneak attack..."
Si Ren thought for a while, found a knight, took off his jet black armor and put it on.
Now he can perfectly lurk in the dark, and Tang Hao carries the Blue Silver Emperor's 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone. His life breath is in the killing city, and he is definitely the brightest star in the night sky. As long as he appears, Si Ren will Can be aware of it.
At the same time, it is very difficult to find information in the Killing City. Everyone has little contact with them on weekdays. If you want to obtain information, you basically have to stay on your own.
Let Tang Hao stay in the Killing City to find the tyrant first~ I, Si Ren, are actually a knight!
Not long after, a "newcomer" who was wrapped in a black robe and walked with a slight limp quietly walked into the inner city of the Killing Capital.
This disabled appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people hiding in the house, but no one knew what was hidden under the black robe.
However, there are many talents in the Killing City, and it didn't take long for a bald man to rush up.
"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts... bang!"
The bald man was broken by an iron rod and died suddenly on the spot.
Tang Hao swung the stick, shook off the flesh and blood on it, and started collecting Bloody Marys.
Tang Hao chose the simplest way - to become an audience in the Hell Killing Fields, waiting for the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace to compete, and then do something evil.
Therefore, Si Ren, who was "stationed" in the Killing City, watched with his own eyes as Tang Hao sat in the audience.
Si Ren was very patient and waited for five games. When Tang Hao ran out of tickets, he had to collect them, pretend to change defense, and walk to the other side.
In the city of killing, everyone would stay away from the men of the killing king, but they would also turn a blind eye. Tang Hao did not notice Si Ren's existence at all.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Si Ren does not have the slightest "murderous intention" - Si Ren's killing only brings death, which is very pure.
He waited quietly for Tang Hao to collect a large number of tickets. When he was adding blood to the container, Si Ren rushed forward without any sense of martial ethics.
Tang Hao turned around suddenly, spilling the Bloody Mary in the cup, blocking his sight, and immediately grasped the fine iron rod with his left hand.
Seeing the appearance of the person coming clearly, Tang Hao was shocked, but his hand movements were not slow at all, and he aimed at the head and slammed it down.
Si Ren held a sharp thorn in his hand and stabbed Tang Hao in the heart without hesitation.
Because he struck first and the spikes were very long, Si Ren hit his chest one step ahead of Tang Hao.
But that's it. Tang Hao had a look of disdain on his face. He just activated his body-protecting spirit power, but the spikes could not break through the defense. The iron rod smashed Si Ren's head to pieces.
"It's still a broken hand..."
Before Tang Hao could finish his mocking words, he felt something bad.
There was an inexplicable chill in his chest. Tang Hao looked down and saw that there was indeed no wound, but similarly, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped.
The blood stopped flowing, and a huge life force burst out from his right leg, but it was already too late.
The fine iron rod that was tightly held in his left arm slipped quietly, and Tang Hao's eyes gradually lost their light, and he could only see a large cocoon, flashing with a strange light.
(End of chapter)
