The Spider King Of Douluo Arrives

The awakened Qin Wei hurriedly stepped aside and tried to control his own emotions. He was almost bewildered by the senior sister. Martial Soul, the demon fox, really deserves its reputation.

Seeing that something was wrong, Qin Wei hurriedly left.

There is no distinction between night and night in the killing, but only endless depression and silence. The sound of killing and attacking around one after another, people were killed from time to time because of this. It is not excessive to call this place a fierce prison.

Qin Wei was walking on the quiet street, thinking about when he would see Xiaoxue again. But one year has passed, and the test of the Slaughter City is only halfway on its own. I don't know how long it will take to reach a hundred games.

Looking at the hundreds of numbers in the foreseeable future, Qin Wei felt exhausted for a while. If it hadn't been tested by the gods of death and destruction, he wouldn't have arrived here. This damn it was fate.

A pair of transparent eyes observed Qin Wei in the dark, and the sharp weapon in his hand also exuded a cold luster.

Qin Wei stopped and smiled, "It's really funny, there are people all over it."

After finishing speaking, stretched out his arm, the silent Sleeve Arrow flew out from the back of the hand, with a pop, the sound of weapon collision came out, and it seemed that it had been resolved.

At this moment, Qin Wei found a familiar figure.

That person was the messenger of The Underworld, and beside the messenger of The Underworld there was a tall young man, but this young man had dark blue hair and his face was hidden by a mask.

Qin Wei knew who that person was at first glance, the familiar Shrek mask, which was given by the master when Shrek was in the Soto Arena.

The person in front of him was Tang San, and it seemed that Lan Yincao had already awakened a second time. He looks more handsome than before, but I don't know if he surpasses himself.

Just as Qin Wei was about to step forward, he subconsciously stopped.

Let's take a look at Tang San's performance first, and the rash meeting now made the messenger of The Underworld discover that something was wrong. As the messenger of the King of Slaughter and the only confidant, this woman is very unusual.

Qin Wei slowly followed Tang San and the messenger of The Underworld. Not surprisingly, the messenger of The Underworld took Tang San into the killing field of The Underworld.

The battle in The Underworld Slaughter Field was undoubtedly the best way to train Tang San. As the enrollment of The Underworld messenger was completed, Tang San's battle began gradually.

The Underworld messenger also stood on the viewing platform as always, carefully watching the game below. If Tang San wins, then forget it. If Tang San loses, then the mission of the messenger of The Underworld will be completed, and one more fallen one will be missing from then on.

Taking advantage of the start of the battle below, Qin Wei knew Tang San's strength well, and Tang San, who had obtained the fifth soul, had already reached the Soul King.

For more than a year, Qin Wei was unable to operate his soul abilities due to the influence of the Slaughter City, and his strength had only reached the fifty fifth-level.

The battle was already underway, and naturally Tang San won. Qin Wei didn't want to look at it. Looking at the messenger of The Underworld not far away, Qin Wei walked slowly.

He patted the messenger of The Underworld on the shoulder, and said casually: "The messenger of The Underworld, your old man is really busy. I haven't seen you in this year."

For Qin Wei, the messenger of The Underworld certainly knows that a capable man who has won 52 games in a row. A few days ago, even the King of Slaughter praised Qin Wei loudly, with a vague sense of solicitation.

The messenger of The Underworld smiled and said: "So it was you. I didn't expect you to be here. Why? There was no fighting?"

Qin Wei looked at the ongoing battle below, and said with disappointment: "Isn't it! I have completed two games this month, it's not that I don't want to fight. It's because these people don't fight with me. It's all scattered, how can I play?"

The messenger of The Underworld smirked, "Who told you to be so fierce, this time there seems to be an opponent. Are you looking forward to a battle with him?"

The one of The Underworld messenger was Tang San who was fighting below at this moment.

"There is no expectation, let's talk about it when he reaches fifty games. By the way, can you take me to find the King of Slaughter? I have been in the City of Slaughter for a year, and I haven't seen what the King of Slaughter looks like. The capital is just for nothing."

"Are you sure?" The Underworld messenger laughed.

Qin Wei nodded, "Lead the way ahead."

Immediately afterwards, the two disappeared in place.

The killing capital, a dark and spacious place.

Suddenly the space began to shake violently, The next moment, Qin Wei and The Underworld messenger came here.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, it turned out that this is the place where the Slaughter King stayed. No wonder he didn't find it.

In the front seat, a tall figure was sitting there, and it was Bloody Mary drinking in his hand. From time to time, he squinted his eyes comfortably.

Seeing someone coming, the figure slowly opened his eyes.

The messenger of The Underworld hurried forward, knelt before the figure, and respectfully said: "The great king of killing, Qin Wei, who has won 52 consecutive games in the killing field of The Underworld, is coming to see you."

When I heard the word "Qin Wei", the King of Slaughter was a little interested, and said in a deep voice: "Oh? Interesting, really interesting. You go down first, I want to chat with him alone."

The messenger of The Underworld bowed, then turned into a black mist and disappeared.

The King of Slaughter finished drinking the Bloody Mary in the cup, got up with his hands on the throne, walked slowly to Qin Wei, and said, "I know your record. I don't know what you call me when you come to see me?"

Looking at the King of Slaughter in front of him, before coming here, Tang Xiao took out a portrait of Tang Chen from the Haotian Sect. But Tang Chen, who became the King of Slaughter before him, was beyond Qin Wei's imagination.

Unbelievable that Tang Chen would have such a big change.

"I came here this time for two purposes. One is to meet the strongest ruler of the Killing City."

The Slaughter King smiled, "How do you feel when you see it now?"

"It's really worthy of the name, it's really heroic."

The King of Slaughter laughed, "I never liked flattering words, but from your mouth, I really like it. What about the second one?"

Qin Wei smiled mysteriously, "The second one is this..."

After speaking, stretched out his right hand. The palm of his right hand was aimed at the Slaughter King, and the different powers of purple and black instantly penetrated into the Slaughter King's body.

The Slaughter King began to riot gradually, and his head began to ache again. Qin Wei was overjoyed when he saw this, and as expected, the power of the gods began to work.

Only for an instant, the King of Slaughter fell to the ground with a sudden, and even the shout did not appear. The body gradually began to change, the original red scales on his body completely disappeared, and a group of red aura dispersed from the top of the Slaughter King's head.

Immediately afterwards, the seat where the Slaughter King was sitting before, a blood-colored long sword quietly appeared here.

The power that the long sword radiated was huge, but The next moment, the long sword flew straight to Qin Wei.

The moment Qin Wei caught the long sword subconsciously and started. A familiar feeling spread throughout Qin Wei's body, and the aura exuded by this blood-colored long sword was even bigger than the dead Sacred sickle.

Could it be that this is an artifact!

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