Douluo’s Immortal Swordsman

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A box on the second floor of a restaurant.

There are only Su Qin and the black-shaded woman in this room. The decoration here is black as a whole, giving people a feeling of depression, but this is already accustomed to the two of them.

There was a table between Su Qin and the black-shaded woman, sitting opposite each other. In front of the two of them, there is a large glass of Mary, and there are many dishes on the table. From the appearance of their arrangement, it makes people think it is delicious.

Compared with these things, what Su Qin eats is a world of difference.

However, Su Qin didn't touch these things, but asked straight to the point: "Can you tell me now, what exactly are you looking for me for?"

The black gauze woman smiled and nodded: "It's natural. I'm here to tell you the rules of a hell killing field."

"What rules?" Su Qin asked lightly.

Seeing Su Qin's appearance, the woman in black gauze was a little unhappy, but still said: "In the killing field of hell, the fallen who have won more than 50 games will not meet in the same game."

Su Qin raised his eyebrows, this rule is a bit interesting. But think about it, if more than 50 Corruptors are matched to fight together, then if you want to win Yum, the difficulty factor is not as simple as raising a little bit.

A rare playful smile appeared on Su Qin's face, and he said, "You tell me this, what do you think about me?"

The black gauze woman gave a silver bell-like laughter and said, "You have discovered all this. However, it's not me who has an idea for you, it's my king, the king of slaughter. My king wants me to ask you, if you get a hundred Winning streak, do you plan to become my king's guest secretary?"

Su Qin looked at the black gauze woman in front of her, and now she understood what purpose she was here for, and came to recruit him specifically.

In other words, it was the kindness released by the Fallen who had reached fifty for every victory.

If the opponent can really complete a 100-game winning streak, get the title of champion, and recruit him under his command, this can enhance the strength of the Killing Capital. If not, it won't be too bad. After all, it was just a verbal question.

Su Qin smiled at the black-veiled woman, took out the Spirit Hall Elder token that Ju Douluo gave him from the heart of the ocean, and asked with a smile, "Do you know this thing?"

Looking at the Elder Token of Wuhun Hall in Su Qin's hand, the black gauze woman's face showed a look of horror. She never thought that Su Qin actually had such a big background. A series of questions popped up in her mind, how could this guy be the elder of Spirit Hall? Could this be fake? …

Su Qin looked at the stunned expression of the woman in black gauze in front of him, and continued with a smile: "It seems that you still know. Then I won't talk nonsense anymore. The matter of my coming here is granted by the Pope. She told me that she wanted me to go back to see her after I crossed the road to hell. If I didn't go back to see her, wouldn't I be living up to her expectations? Are you right?

Also, you must have heard Tang Hao's name before, right? I am his son's brother, and we have a good relationship. I made an appointment with him just before I came, and I will meet and have a good chat in two years.

Therefore, I am afraid that I will not be able to agree to the request of the Slaughter King. I am very sorry for this, and I would like to ask you to convey my apologies to him.

If there is nothing else, I will go first. "

Su Qin looked at the other party's face that was getting ugly all the time. Knowing that it was almost enough, he put away the token in his hand, then turned to leave the room, and closed the door for her intimately.

Su Qin left the room and went all the way back to his small room, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. What he said just now was all about blowing up the balloons, but fortunately he bluffed the other side.

Otherwise, if the other party deliberately wants to detain him here, he will lose a lot.

But don't worry about these things now, although those are rumors, but the other party probably believed them. With the world's only two killing gods behind him, even if the Slaughter King wanted to do something to him, he would have to weigh it carefully.

In fact, as long as one side of the Spirit Hall can bluff the other side, but to be on the safe side, it is better to move them all out.

In the restaurant, the black gauze woman's face was gloomy, ugly and terrifying. Looking at the direction where Su Qin was leaving, he was not in the mood to stay here anymore, so he got up and left immediately.

Killing capital, a dark and wide room.

There is an extra-large chair here. The chair is inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals outline the shape of a drum tower. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

At this moment, a tall figure was sitting on the chair, unable to see his appearance in the dark, only vaguely could see that this man was slender. There was blood in his eyes.

This person is the only ruler of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter looked at the black-veiled woman kneeling below, and slowly asked, "How are things going?"

Without any hesitation, the woman in black veil hurriedly repeated what Su Qin had said to her.

Hearing the words, the King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Are you sure these news are true?"

The woman in black gauze respectfully said: "Great king. The Elder Token of Spirit Hall in the hands of No. 8848 is indeed real, and I can guarantee it with my life. But as for what he said, 'he is the son of Tang Hao, the God of Killing. It's impossible to confirm this matter, but I think it's very likely that this matter is true."

The Slaughter King fell into silence, and asked after a while, "Then

Do you think he can complete 100 games and challenge the road to hell? "

The black gauze woman pondered for a while and said, "Although his spirit power is only 40, his spirit seems to be very special, and he can easily destroy the spirits of other spirit masters, even if he is stronger than him. No exception. So I think it's just a matter of time before he finishes 100 games. But hell, I can't be sure."

The King of Slaughter sighed and said, "Don't worry about him, let everything take its course. Although I don't want another killing god, I am even more unwilling to bear the wrath of that killing god, not to mention the possibility that Two killers."

The black gauze woman took a deep breath and said, "The great king, I am afraid that he will bring some unpredictable results to the capital of slaughter. After all, every god of killing will be accompanied by a visit to the capital of slaughter. Speaking of crisis. Isn't there such an instruction on the allegory wall of our killing capital?

The god of death is coming, the disaster of hell.

In the past few times, the appearance of every killing god has caused heavy losses to the capital of slaughter, if it really comes again this time, I am afraid..."

The King of Slaughter shook his head, looked out the window with blood-red eyes, and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter. Now I just hope that under normal circumstances, he won't be able to hold on to the hundred games, let alone pass the hell road. Otherwise, two killing gods appear at the same time, and the catastrophe of the killing capital will really come."