The cruel elimination battle came to an end. Tang San, who was wearing a silver butterfly wing mask, was covered in many colors. He held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, standing there like an unshakable god of war, with half-dead people lying on the ground around him.

No more, no less, exactly nine people.

Just like the new rules, Tang San gave them all a breath, but it was only a breath.

In this city where the murderous aura in the heart is getting stronger and stronger, if you want to restrain the restless murderous aura in your body, and have a clear sense of reason in this only place where you can fully vent your murderous aura, it is easier to control your strength.

It's even harder to kill a competitor.

At first, he thought that the examiner who set this rule was soft-hearted, or that there was still a trace of kindness left, but now it seems that this idea has to be questioned.

Because if you accidentally kill someone else on the fighting platform, you will be punished with five cups of underworld dew.

Five cups of Huang Quan Dew, either with your own blood or robbing someone else's.

Under normal circumstances, it will be the second person, but after the blood is drawn, the soul master himself will fall into a period of weakness, and it is very likely that he will be picked up, which is equivalent to paying the price with his life.

But on the contrary, if these people restrain their murderous intent and hold back their power, in the long run, under such terrifying and precise control, their own strength will also improve qualitatively.

Waiting for the referee to announce the winner of this duel, Tang San's face was pale, leaving the other spectators with a tall back.

The hesitant and doubtful glances were all left behind by Tang San.

After registering the new score, Tang San walked out of the gate of the Hell Killing Fields without changing his expression under the malicious eyes of others. The moment he stepped out of the gate, afterimages flashed past, but Tang San himself was no longer where he was.

land.

Some people who followed and lost the opportunity couldn't help but "tsk" in their hearts.

There was no limit to the soul power level of the opponents he met in every ten-man duel. Ever since he entered the Killing City, Tang San could say that every battle was a leapfrog battle.

After losing his soul skills, poison and hidden weapons, another powerful weapon, the Haotian Hammer, and Xuantian Kung became his biggest reliance. However, today's battle was really difficult, and even he could not escape the exhaustion.

result.

But how can there be so many crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the city of killing?

When he turned the third dark alley, Tang San's released mental power detected three other auras that were neither far nor near, chasing him.

Tang San estimated his remaining physical strength and the number of poisonous hidden weapons, his eyes dimmed, and when he rounded the fifth alley corner, he suddenly stopped, his eyelashes slightly lowered, hiding the cold light flashing in his eyes, and turned around

, looking at the empty dark alley, he said coldly: "Come out."

His eyes covered with a layer of purple-gold light were unblinking. In his field of vision, three other people hiding in different places froze after hearing his voice. Their bodies moved, and Tang San's

There was a black-robed soul master standing in front of, behind, and diagonally above.

The strong smell of blood and the unignorable murderous aura wrapped around their bodies like maggots clinging to their bones.

With their appearance, the strong and nauseating smell of blood became even greater, making people feel sick to their stomachs.

Tang San didn't move. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the black-robed soul master who was blocking his retreat. The five fingers of his scratched right hand were spread out, and the black Clear Sky Hammer was held tightly by him with a trace of lightning.

in hand.

In the frozen air, every breath and blink became longer.

The first one to lose his composure was the spirit master who blocked Tang San head-on.

The huge iron-gall meteor hammer was thrown at Tang San the moment he raised his hand.

Tang San's eyes shot out with cold light and killing intent, veins popped out on the back of the hand holding the Clear Sky Hammer, and the muscles in his arms bulged. He kicked off his feet, and there was a "clang" sound like the collision of hard metal objects.

The flying iron gall meteor hammer was knocked away by the 500 kilograms of the Clear Sky Hammer. The black-robed spirit master was obviously huge, but his figure was like a ghost. Facing the Clear Sky Hammer that hit Tang San head-on,

There was a hint of malice in the corner of his mouth

With a smile, he dodged, and the shadow path cast against the wall, in the disbelief of Tang San and the trembling pupils of the black-robed soul master, Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer hit the air, and the black-robed soul master's whole body was directly

Rushed into the shadow of the wall!

That’s right, it just blends in!

——He can use soul skills?!

This thought not only appeared in Tang San's mind, but also appeared in the minds of the other two spirit masters who were preparing to set off to cooperate.

The steps he was planning to rush towards immediately stopped suddenly, and he stared at the deep darkness in front of him in confusion, making no move.

Tang San jumped away from where the black-robed soul master melted into the wall, keeping a distance of more than ten meters, and watched the darkened alleyway warily, just in case the other party suddenly rushed out of some shadow to give him a blow...

Um?

Tang San paused and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Break out from the shadows?

Surrounded by a fortress of ice and murderous intent, Tang San suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank, and doubt and joy surged in his heart.

"ah!"

A hurried shout suddenly came from the mouth of the black-robed soul master on the roof, but it only lasted for two or three seconds and then stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by something.

Tang San and the other remaining black-robed spirit master looked up, but saw no trace of the black-robed spirit master again.

———Digression————

Black-robed Soul Master: First of all, let me explain that I didn’t do it. Secondly, it really wasn’t me. Finally, it really wasn’t me!
Chapter completed!