Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

Chapter 50 Silver-faced Man Slaughter Battle with Tang San!
  The next day
  The purple-red evil sun still hangs high over the Slaughter City, but it still makes the fallen people in this city feel cold all over, unable to feel a trace of warmth.

In the dark red hell killing field, as the noise spread, a new round of killing began again.

"Invite the ten fallen ones who participated in this hellish killing to enter!"

In the host's shouts, ten iron fences that had been stained dark red with blood were opened.

Ten figures walked out of their respective rooms one after another, exposed to the sight of tens of thousands of spectators.

The people who appeared at the beginning were basically unknown people, just when the audience thought that this game would be nothing to watch.

An evil figure of red and blue intersecting appeared in their sight again.

"It's King Shura!"

As a cry of surprise rang out, the tens of thousands of fallen people in the audience instantly burst into excitement.

Every time King Shura fights, that kind of cruel and cold feeling, the pleasure of blood and flesh flying everywhere...

These are the best medicines for them to relieve tension!
  "Hahahaha! Finally I can watch King Shura's game again. It's worth spending a cup of Huang Quan Dew on me!"

"Since King Shura is here in this competition, there is no suspense about the winner."

"I just hope that King Shura can play for a longer time so that I can have a good look at it!"

……

"That's not right!...Wait a minute, look at it!!!"

When everyone was excited, suddenly, the tenth figure appeared, instantly making everyone in the audience stop laughing.

"This, this is!"

"Silver Faced Man Slaughter!!!"

"Qiangqiang..."

The sound of the iron fence creaking was heard at the last empty seat in a circle of nine people.

A figure with a silver face and white clothes, which was incompatible with the dark red color of the hell killing field, slowly walked out.

The person coming is none other than Qin Shiyuan!

"This! Actually, this is really the Silver-faced Man Slaughter!"

There were no longer the same passionate shouts in the audience that they had when Tang San appeared on the stage.

Everyone only dared to exclaim in their hearts, but on the surface they had extremely frightened expressions.

First of all, this guy is undoubtedly very powerful, having won 30 games in a row in an hour.

Such a speed has never appeared in the thousand-year history of the Killing City.
  The most important thing is that it is different from the simple and extreme violence of King Shura, who punches to the flesh.

This silver-faced human butcher is more like an extremely cold killer, and he never talks nonsense when he is able to do it.

When he could kill, he had no intention of slowly torturing him.

If it is said that other people in the Killing City regard killing as fun.

So this incompatible silver-faced human butcher seemed to regard the lives of their fallen as cold numbers.

Killing people is like accumulating points, without any emotion.

Because of this, just the game at that hour yesterday made all the spectators present feel terrified.

They appreciate the bloody and complicated killing methods, but they are afraid of being trampled on and killed like ants!

In one hour, he won thirty games in a row.

This number may seem insignificant at first glance, but you must know that ten people participate in a hell killing, but only one person can survive in the end.

Thirty battles, which means that this silver-faced and white-robed figure killed two hundred and seventy people in one hour.

No, more than that!
  This does not include those seeking death who came to provoke while waiting in the outfield!
  In contrast, the now-famous King Shura, who has been here for more than a year and a half, only has only a thousand lives in his hands.

From this, Qin Shiyuan's story of nearly three hundred lives spread within an hour.

He instantly became the most untouchable person in the entire Killing City, and was affectionately called - Silver-faced Man-Butcher!
  Compared with the shock of the audience on the stage, they saw the man in front of them who was seeking revenge and supported him all the way to this point.

Tang San's calmness, which he had already cultivated due to excessive killing, was shattered into pieces in an instant!
  "Qin! Sword! Nine!!!" A roar that resounded throughout the entire hell killing field came out of Tang San's mouth in an instant.

It was this roar that instantly attracted the attention of tens of thousands of spectators.

"Qin Jianjiu? Is this the real name of Silver-faced Man Tu?"

"What's going on? Do King Shura and Silver-faced Rentu still know each other?"

"And... from King Shura's tone, there seems to be some grudge between these two people."

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect there was an unexpected surprise, so good! Now there's something good to watch!"

"Since we have a grudge, let's start a fight quickly and let me see who is stronger and who is weaker!"

……

The sudden change eliminated the audience's original fear of Qin Shiyuan.

The dark red hell killing field once again became crowded.

The cheers from the crowd seemed to have completely aroused Tang San's ferocity.

"Death to me!"

He turned a blind eye to the other eight people around him, only focused on swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, and went straight to Qin Shiyuan without hesitation!

"Haha, we haven't seen each other for three years. Do you miss me so much?"

Under the mask, Qin Shiyuan made his voice for the first time in the killing field of hell.

"Don't be anxious, we have plenty of time, let's send these troublesome guys down first and then we can take our time!"

Saying that, Qin Shiyuan nimbly dodged and easily dodged Tang San's attack.

Then, with a slight lift of his sword finger, the rosewood Jiuyuan Sword Box suddenly fell to the ground, and the eight divine swords flew out of the box instantly.

As if they had eyes, each of these eight flying swords locked onto a fallen person except Tang San.

"Buzz!"

Only a sound of breaking through the air was heard almost at the same time, and immediately afterwards, eight figures with eyes full of disbelief collapsed.

Things happened so fast that it didn't even take time to blink.

Let no one among the tens of thousands of people in this hell killing field be able to react.

"It's so... such a terrifying speed, it's worthy of being... a silver-faced human killer..."

In the audience, an unknown person murmured unconsciously, and this group of lunatics suddenly nodded in agreement in a rare and quiet manner.

"So fast!"

Seeing this scene, Tang San, who was about to take action, suddenly felt clear in his eyes.

These eight flying swords instantly reminded him of the scene that happened in front of the Wuhun Palace three years ago.

The fear of being dominated by Qin Shiyuan once again haunted his instincts and surged into his heart.

"No! Impossible!"

I don't know if it was because the years of killing had affected Tang San's sanity, but his eyes once again turned scarlet and ferocious.

"In the Killing City, even titled Douluo cannot use soul skills."

"So what if Qin Jianjiu is strong outside? A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger without claws and claws!"

"And I am proficient in Tang Sect's martial arts, hidden weapons, and poisons. I am determined not to be weaker than him here!"

Thinking about it, Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up, and a touch of almost perverted madness emerged.

"Maybe! I can still kill him here and avenge my Xiao Wu!!!"

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