Tang Yi sat in the dark, and when he came out of the prison warden's office, he was sent here.

Didn't see anyone and couldn't get the news out.

The conspiracy in front of him is obviously prepared for himself.

The spotlight on the ring was stained with blood.

According to what the prison guard said just now, just last night, the Killer King killed two people here.

The one-on-two game is still crushing, and the strength of this guy makes those prison guards talk about it.

Now, Tang Yi is waiting for this legendary person to appear.

And in the opposite corner, the murderous aura that rushed to his face should be the one he exuded.

A master, a master.

The breath alone is like a cold winter, so that ordinary people can perceive it.

For Tang Yi, he is not a master, because when it comes to Jiuxing, hiding the aura is the key.

The turning point between the eight stars and the nine stars is the transformation of this breath.

So in the eyes of outsiders, the masters of the Nine Stars are almost no different from ordinary people, but once they break out, it is the most terrifying.

The murderous aura is too heavy, proving that he is only eight stars at most.

For Tang Yi, who is at the peak of the Nine Stars, he is still a guy who doesn't take it seriously.

But now, he has not recovered as before, and the strength of the seven stars relies on medicine when dealing with the half-faced Yama of the eight stars.

Now that he has no medicine at hand, how can he deal with such a strong existence.

Especially after fighting for many years and fighting hundreds of lives in his hands, he may have accumulated more experience than Tang Yi.

Without double stabs and throwing knives in hand, and without medicine as support, this battle may be very bitter.

"Challenger, Silver Killer is invited!"

Finally, in the quiet ring, a voice rang out.

It's a command, and under this command, the fighter is about to come into play.

Tang Yi didn't have a choice, picked up the silver mask and put it on his face.

A mask that showed only his mouth and eyes obscured his face.

Stepping onto the stage, Tang Yi stood in the spotlight, looking at the darkness opposite with a pair of cold eyes.

It was as if there was a beast there, and it was as murderous as a knife.

With a heavy gasp, like the roar of a vicious beast, Tang Yi stood there, looking at the opposite side, and a battle intent began to burn in his chest.

Warlike is an inextinguishable gene in every boy's heart.

Tang Yi, who gradually clenched his fists, had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

As a warrior, he knew that avoiding any conquest was his own protection.

But when it is unavoidable, it is also a wonderful thing to enjoy the joy of this battle of life and death.

To be able to become the head of the dragon, he did not rely on firearms, but on this warlike madness.

Even if he has always been very low-key, once he is high-profile, it is quite terrifying.

"Please, Killer Demon King, come on!"

When Tang Yi stood still, a slightly muffled voice sounded.

Immediately after, the entire ring seemed to shake, and a huge black shadow came out of the darkness.

Under the spotlight, a strong man of more than two meters and ten meters stood there, as if it had become a wall.

With a weight of nearly 400 catties, he was born a terrifying demon king.

He is not wearing a mask, revealing a face with scars.

Under his flat head, his eyes are like a beast.

The muscles up and down his body are full of explosive power, and the fist alone is about the same size as Tang Yi's head.

Such a guy, just standing there, gives people a domineering spirit that is not angry and arrogant.

With an expressionless face, he just looked at Tang Yi like that, without speaking or moving, like a black King Kong descending to earth.

"It didn't disappoint me!"

Murderous, heavy murderous.

It can be said that this guy in front of him is simply a natural killing machine.

The rough big hands are like bear's paws, and the sturdy arms are almost the same as Tang Yi's legs.

Facing such a person, Tang Yi suddenly remembered a person.

The tigers in the northern theater of operations are considered to be relatively strong among the Chinese.

But standing in front of him, he was so petite.

Tang Yi couldn't help but rub his nose, and his smile became even stronger.

"Looks like you're not afraid of me!"

Finally, the Killer King spoke.

His voice was hoarse, and he looked at Tang Yi with confidence.

Unlike the eyes of others who saw him, there was no fear or panic in his eyes.

"Why be afraid?"

Tang Yi worked hard to search for the characters on the soldier's pedigree.

But after thinking about it, I didn't come up with a guy who had anything to do with this.

It is said that his strength should be enough to enter the soldier king genealogy.

Unless he's a fool who can't even shoot a gun.

The combat power that came to his face was not ordinarily strong.

I'm afraid that even if the half-faced Yama encounters him, he will be stunned.

"Because I'm going to kill you."

When the Murder King spoke, Tang Yi was always a little strange.

But for a while, I couldn't tell what was strange.

"I'm afraid you don't necessarily have this ability, if you want to kill me, your weight is not enough!"

Tang Yi smiled, this murderous king is still very arrogant.

"Am I not weighing enough? I'm already strong! ”

Obviously, the Murder King didn't understand Tang Yi's words at all.

Standing there, he also looked at his body.

"I'm not talking about the portion size...... Well, I don't seem to be able to explain it clearly. ”

Tang Yi patted his head, yes, he finally knew that it was strange there.

That is, when you talk to him, it feels like a child chatting.

Judging from his physiognomy, the other party should be in his thirties.

But the tone of the voice feels so naïve.

Maybe if you are too strong in one area, you will become more simple in other areas.

It's like the professor I met before, wasn't it because I didn't understand the world that I was killed like that?

As for this guy, maybe he belongs to the same category as the professor.

"You're an interesting person, but I'm afraid I'm going to kill you because it's my job."

Tilting his head, the Murder King looked at Tang Yi, how could he hear this so strangely.

"Then my mission is not to be killed by you, but before I do it, tell me your name."

I wondered why he was talking like this Tang Yi, but he didn't dare to slack off.

After all, he has completed the 100-person beheading, and his strength is so strong that he is definitely a fierce opponent.

"Didn't they tell you my name, and I will be called the Killer King!"

The Killer King's voice was low, no different from that of a middle-aged man.

But the tone was still a little strange, which made Tang Yi feel very strange.

"How could the Murder King be your name? That's just a nickname! ”

Tang Yi shrugged his shoulders, how could a nickname and a name be confused.

"Is there a difference between a nickname and a name? Then I don't understand, since I was born, they all called me the king of murder. ”

The Killer King is still innocent.

"Called at birth? So how many years have you been calling? ”

No one is born to be called a killer king, and no nation will have such a strange name.

"Nine years!"

However, when he heard the answer of the Murder King, Tang Yi was stunned.

Nine years, so possible.