Knights, look at me, I look at you, for a moment, I don't know what to say.

After a while, one of them, who looked like the leader, stood up and said to Si Ren, "It's not that you can't win, why don't you want to participate?" ”

"I don't understand." Si Ren showed an extremely rare melancholy expression on his face, and he was also really melancholy in his heart.

"I went to the killing capital because of an unknown hobby; I didn't want to participate in the competition because my hobby turned into a job, and it was boring. ”

The squad leader was silent for a moment and decided to ignore this master.

Love, don't swing your butcher's knife at the knights and guides, they don't want to follow in the footsteps of the black veil woman.

Moreover, there are really a lot of Bloody Marys handed over by Si Ren.

Not to mention Si Ren, who was powerful in the killing capital, Haotian Sect's side finally held back a fart.

Tang San's one-year retreat and cultivation ended, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Although there was no immortal grass by his side, the early awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor's martial soul, as well as the sparring of his own mother, the exchange of benefits with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family in exchange for heavenly treasures, and the sparring with his peers of Hao Tianzong, and many other factors, 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 try to attach a 10,000-year soul ring to the Haotian Hammer and become the leader of the Haotian Sect's team.

And Tang San had a different idea - he wanted to take the Shrek Seven Monsters to the finals, which was equivalent to Haotian Sect entering two teams and one team of Wuhun Palace.

The Shrek Seven Monsters acted as pawns, consuming the power of the Wuhun Hall and creating an opportunity for Haotian Sect to make a final decision.

Tang Hao was greatly pleased, and immediately set out on the road and went to the Killing Capital Hammerman.

As a person who has come over, Tang Hao naturally knows what kind of place the killing capital is, and he doesn't think that anyone can become a killing god within a year.

The King of Killing is unwilling to see a new God of Killing appear, and even if he is afraid of Bibi Dong, it is unlikely that it will hinder the "aborigines" from taking action against the seedlings of God Killing.

Now that Tang Hao has recovered to level seventy-nine, relying on Ah Yin's 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone, Tang Hao is enough to burst out of the destructive power of the Title Douluo level, if such a person lets go of killing in the killing capital, he will definitely be able to shake his foundation.

Tang Hao, who was lagging behind in the news, was full of confidence, thinking that he could easily solve the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall and retreat with his whole body.

Tang Xiao also asked the group of elders to pass the qi, and unanimously said: As long as Tang Hao can kill the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace, the soul bone of the sect can be given to Tang Hao again, so that "Haotian Douluo" can regain its strength.

In a good mood, Tang Hao only felt that the blue silver grass on the side of the road was faintly emitting a golden glow, as if congratulating him.

"Ah Yin, did you see that?"

……

Ah Yin couldn't say if he saw it, after all, the Blue Silver Holy Light Regiment had bypassed Tang San's haunting range under the deliberate arrangement of the Martial Spirit Palace.

But Si Ren immediately knew that Tang Hao, the disabled person, had come all the way to hammer himself.

In the past year, Si Ren's progress has actually been very fast, and now he has reached level fifty-six, and the restrictions on Si Ren in the Killing Capital are relatively limited-

In addition to the first and third soul skills from Bibi Dong, which belong to the "foreign hukou", the second, fourth, and fifth soul skills are all condensed by Si Ren's own pondering and mining the power of the martial soul itself.

These three soul skills are more like talents, and they do not depend on the existence of soul rings, and they can still be used.

Therefore, in the face of an ordinary soul saint, Si Ren is not false, and in the face of Tang Hao, it is not impossible to prepare and prepare.

"Continuing to lie in the Hell Killing Field, he was seen at a glance, but it gave Tang Hao the opportunity to sneak attack......"

Si Ren thought about it, found a knight, and stripped off his pitch-black armor and put it on his body.

This can be perfectly lurking in the dark, and Tang Hao is carrying the Blue Silver Emperor's 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone, his life breath is definitely the brightest star in the night sky in the killing capital, as long as it appears, Si Ren can detect it.

At the same time, it is very difficult to find out the news in the killing capital, everyone does not have much contact on weekdays, and if they want to obtain information, they basically rely on their own squatting.

Let's let Tang Hao squat in the killing capital to find a tyrant first~ My Si Ren is actually a knight!

It didn't take long for a "newcomer" who was wrapped in a black robe and walked with a slight limp quietly 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, the killing capital was full of talents, and it didn't take long for a bald man to rush up.

"Something that pretends to be a ghost...... Boom! ”

The bald man was smashed by an iron rod and died on the spot.

Tang Hao flicked the stick, shook off the flesh on it, and began to collect Bloody Mary.

Tang Hao chose the easiest way - to become a spectator in the Hell Killing Field, wait for the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall to participate, and then make a black move.

So, Si Ren, who was "stationed" in the killing capital, saw Tang Hao sit in the audience with his own eyes.

Si Ren was very patient, waited for five games, and when Tang Hao's tickets ran out, he had to collect tickets, pretend to change guards, and walk to the other side.

In the Killing Capital, everyone would stay away from the Killing King's subordinates, but they would also turn a blind eye, Tang Hao didn't notice Si Ren's existence at all.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Si Ren does not have the slightest "killing intent" - Si Ren's killing only brings death, which is very pure.

Quietly waiting for Tang Hao to collect a large wave of tickets, and when he was adding blood to the container, Si Ren rushed forward very undevoid of martial virtues.

Tang Hao turned around suddenly, and the Bloody Mary in the cup was sprinkled wildly, and while obscuring his vision, his left hand immediately held the fine iron rod.

Seeing the appearance of the person who came, Tang Hao was shocked, but the movement of his hand was not slow at all, and he slammed it down when he aimed at his head.

Si Ren was holding a spike in his hand, and he didn't dodge or dodge and stabbed at Tang Hao's heart.

Because of the first move, the spikes were also very long, and Si Ren touched his chest one step before Tang Hao.

But this is the end of it, Tang Hao's face is full of disdain, just urging the body protection soul power, the spikes can't break the defense, and the iron rod is to smash Si Ren's head to pieces.

"It's still a ...... with a severed hand"

Without waiting for Tang Hao's sarcastic words to finish, he felt something wrong.

There was an inexplicable coolness in his chest, Tang Hao looked down, there was indeed no wound, but in the same way, his heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

The blood no longer flowed, and a huge force burst out from the right leg, however, it was already too late.

The fine iron rod that he was holding in his left arm slipped quietly, and Tang Hao's eyes gradually lost their lustre, and he could only see a large cocoon flashing with a strange light.

(End of chapter)