The return of the king of Douluo Continent

shhhhhh!

The shouts ended, and three figures appeared in front of Tang San at the same time. They were all wearing long cloth shirts with a black wolf head painted on them. Tang San's eyes flickered slightly, and he found that the people behind him were dressed surprisingly identically!

The soul power was released, and Tang San discovered that there was also a warrior at the sixth level of the Pulse Forging Realm hidden among these people, who could be called a little master.

However, he didn't take action. His intention was very clear. He wanted to use these three people to take the lead and explore Tang San's true and false status.

"Boy, do you know that we are from the Black Ming Martial Arts Village, yet we dare to act wild here!"

The one in the middle of the three was carrying a middle-grade Xuan-level axe, weighing several hundred kilograms. His voice was powerful and powerful, and it was extremely shocking to hear.

If you are a warrior with a lower realm, you will definitely feel dizzy after hearing this voice, and then your breath will be suppressed, and you will lose without fighting.

However, to Tang San, this sound was of no use at all.

Whoosh!

Tang San's figure passed by like a hurricane, and the next moment he bent his fingers, pinched the neck of the axe-carrying warrior, and then twisted it gently.

Click!

The bones were shattered, the neck collapsed to the side, and the man's eyes were bulging and he could not rest in peace.

"scare!"

The remaining two people were horrified. They looked at each other and were about to attack from both sides together. They each activated their spiritual energy to pour into their fists, and then violently blasted towards Tang San.

Chi Chi!

Tang San snorted coldly, waved the demon-slaying knife in his hand, and the two heads were immediately thrown away.

Gollum!

The heads fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of the rest of the people one after another. They looked panicked and took several steps back.

Tang San looked at the sharp sword light,

The desire to kill is even worse. Since the Devil-Slaying Sword was born, there has been no suitable supply of spiritual energy, and its power has become weaker and weaker. However, it is still a bit overkill when used to kill warriors in the Pulse Forging Realm.

"The ones I'm going to kill are you bastards from the Martial Arts Village!"

Tang San slowly raised the tip of his sword, lighting the warriors who were looking at him one by one, and said in a deep voice, "You all, come up together!"

"Kill him and let his body hang out on the street, so that others will know the consequences of offending my Wudou Village!"

A command-like voice sounded, but no one moved, but stared at Tang San, already having the idea of ​​​​escape in their hearts.

"kill!"

Tang San's arm holding the sword shook slightly, and the entire blade emitted a frightening light. In just an instant, he rushed into the crowd and slashed with it!

The people were screaming, and every time a sword flashed by, two or three people were bound to be taken away. After a few sword blows, everyone present fell down one by one with their eyes wide open. On the black street, blood flowed like a river!

"You...you are so brave! If you dare to offend me, Wudou Village, you will die badly!"

Almost everyone present was dead, and the warrior at the sixth level of the Pulse Forging Realm could not hide himself. He could only gnash his teeth and scream.

However, when his words fell on Tang San's ears, they were no different than if he hadn't said anything before. Tang San was completely unmoved and just stepped forward with the knife in hand, intending to kill someone.

"Don't come over, don't come over!"

The man looked horrified, and kept retreating. As he retreated, his steps became more and more chaotic. When he retreated to a certain distance, he fiercely activated his spiritual power, turned around and ran away, while letting out a burst of laughter.

"Haha...haha, boy, you are finished. Wudou Village will soon issue a killing order for you. Let me see how you die!"

Hearing this, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Tang San's mouth. He turned his wrist, held the handle of the knife in reverse, activated his spiritual power, shook it violently, and the Demon-Slaying Knife in his hand whizzed away.

"what!"

Not long after, a scream came from the alley.

call out!

The demon-slaying knife flew back and automatically fell into Tang San's palm. This time, the blade was stained with drops of blood, making it look even more terrifying.

Tang San continued to move forward and entered the rain alley.

However, at this moment, an old man walked towards him in the rain.

Tang San's eyes remained unchanged, looking at the old man, and stopped in his tracks.

"Blood Eleven!"

Tang San clearly remembered the old man's face. Speaking of which, the two had met twice, and this was the third time.

"Young Master Tang San, how have you been lately?" Blood Eleven's withered old face squeezed out an ugly smile and greeted Tang San.

Tang San clasped his hands into his fists and said seriously: "Thanks to your help about the Tang Mansion incident a month ago, I was able to escape smoothly!"

When there was a big fuss in the Tang Mansion for the first time, the old man in black gauze was Blood Eleven. Tang San had recognized him long ago, but the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to talk carefully in the future.

Bloody Eleven nodded and said: "Tang San's strength is extraordinary. Yesterday he broke into the Tang Mansion, held a wedding banquet, and fought against Lingxiao. He is an unparalleled genius!"

Everything Tang San did was clearly investigated by the black forces, and the wedding banquet caused a storm in the city. How could these black forces not know about it?

"You want to stop me too?" Tang San raised his knife and pointed it at the old man, his tone became indifferent: "If you want to stop me too, then I will definitely stay with you until the end!"

"No, my old bones are almost dying. I can no longer accompany you young people to fight and kill. I am here just to pick you up."

Blood Eleven nodded and smiled, waved his hand, and said to Tang San.

"Picked me up? Who asked you to come, the Black Underworld Hunter Palace or the Black Underworld Martial Arts Mansion?" Tang San asked.

Blood Eleven turned his head, chuckled, and said: "It's too late for Black Ming Wu Dou Zhuang to kill you, so why would they send someone to pick you up?

Come on, follow me to see the palace master. "

Under the leadership of Blood Eleven, Tang San quickly passed through the rain alley and the fighting platform. The black kill list posted next to it was still eye-catching. As he passed by, Tang San couldn't help but take a second look. Among the gold lists, On the list, Lei Yun’s name ranked fifth.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Tang San followed Blood Eleven all the way to the Hunter Palace.

The hall was completely dark, without even a trace of candlelight. When Tang San entered, the door closed automatically, and clusters of flames flew to the candle holders on both sides, lighting up the red candles on the candle holders.

And the moment the flames flew out, Tang San felt a strange wave.

"Soul power..." Tang San pursed his lips slightly. When the candlelight illuminated the hall, he also cast his eyes towards the throne. There was still only that person on the throne.

Tang San couldn't help but glance to the other side. On a tall stone spiritual weapon shelf, there were many spiritual weapons. What surprised Tang San was that all the spiritual weapons were swords, and none of them were swords. other.

"That sword..." Tang San stared at the long sword hanging in the middle. Among all the spiritual weapons, only that sword was sheathed, and Tang San looked very familiar.