The strongest supreme soldier

Chapter 591 Murder King
Sitting in the dark, Tang Yi came out of the warden's office, and he was sent here.

I didn't see anyone, and I couldn't release the news.

The conspiracy in front of him was obviously prepared for him.

The arena illuminated by the spotlights was stained with blood.

According to what the prison guard just said, just last night, the killer king killed two people here.

The one-on-two match was still crushing, and the strength of this guy made the prison guards turn pale when they talked about it.

Now, Tang Yi is waiting for this legendary person to appear.

And in the opposite corner, the murderous aura rushing towards his face should be emanating from him.

A master, is a master.

Just that breath, like the cold winter, can be felt by ordinary people.

For Tang Yi, he is not a master, because in Jiuxing, hiding the breath is the key.

The turning point between eight stars and nine stars is the change of breath.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, nine-star masters are almost the same as ordinary people, but once they erupt, they are the most terrifying.

The murderous aura is too heavy, which proves that he is only eight stars at most.

For Tang Yi, who was at the peak of Nine Stars, he was still a guy who was not in his eyes.

But now, he has not recovered to the original level. With the strength of the Seven Stars, when dealing with the half-faced Yama of the Eight Stars, they all rely on medicine.

Now that he has no medicine at hand, how can he deal with such a powerful existence.

Especially after fighting for many years, with hundreds of lives in his hands, he probably has more accumulated experience than Tang Yi.

Without double stabs and throwing knives in hand, without medicine as a support, this battle may be very bitter.

"Challengers are invited, the silver-faced killer is here!"

Finally, on the quiet boxing ring, a voice sounded.

This is an order, and under this order, the boxer is about to appear on the stage.

Tang Yi had no choice but picked up the silver mask and put it on his face.

A mask covering only his mouth and eyes covered his face.

Stepping onto the stage, Tang Yi stood under the spotlight, staring at the darkness opposite with a pair of cold eyes.

There seemed to be a wild beast there, and the murderous aura was like a knife.

The heavy panting sounded like the roar of an evil beast. Tang Yi stood there, looking at the opposite side, and a fighting spirit began to burn in his chest.

Warlikeness is the gene that cannot be extinguished in every man's heart.

Tang Yi, who gradually clenched his fists, had an evil smile on his lips.

As a warrior, he knows that avoiding any battle is for his own protection.

But if it is unavoidable, enjoying the joy of this life-and-death battle is also a very wonderful thing.

To be able to become the dragon head, he did not rely on guns, but this warlike madness.

Even if he has always been low-key, once he becomes high-key, it is quite scary.

"Please, the murderer, come on stage!"

When Tang Yi stood still, a slightly deep voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the entire arena seemed to shake, and a huge black figure walked out of the darkness.

Under the spotlight, a strong man of more than two meters and ten stood there, as if he had become a wall.

With a weight close to four hundred catties, he was born to be a terrifying devil king.

He didn't wear a mask, revealing a face with scars.

Under his flat head, his eyes are like a beast.

The muscles all over his body are full of explosive power. The fist alone is about the size of Tang Yi's head.

Such a guy, just standing there, gives people a kind of domineering without anger.

With a blank expression on his face, he just looked at Tang Yi like that, without speaking or moving, like a black king descending to earth.

"It didn't disappoint me!"

Murderous, strong murderous.

It can be said that this guy in front of him is simply a natural killing machine.

The rough hands are like bear paws, and the strong arms are almost the same as Tang Yi's legs.

Facing such a person, Tang Yi suddenly thought of someone.

The tigers in the northern theater are considered to be the strongest among the Chinese.

But standing in front of him, she was simply so petite.

Tang Yi couldn't help rubbing his nose, and his smile grew stronger.

"It looks like you're not afraid of me!"

Finally, the murderer spoke.

His voice was hoarse, and he looked at Tang Yi with full confidence.

Unlike other people's eyes when they saw him, there was no fear or panic in his eyes.

"Why be afraid?"

Tang Yi searched hard for the characters on the Bing Wang Genealogy.

But after much deliberation, he couldn't think of a guy who was related to this.

Ordinarily, his strength should be enough to enter the soldier king spectrum.

Unless he's an idiot who can't even fire a gun.

The fighting power coming towards him is not ordinary.

I'm afraid that even half Yan Luo would be terrified when he met him.

"Because I will kill you."

Tang Yi was always a little strange when the Killer King spoke.

But for a while, I couldn't tell where it was strange.

"I'm afraid you don't necessarily have this ability. If you want to kill me, you are not enough!"

Tang Yi smiled, this murderer is still very crazy.

"Am I not weighing enough? I'm already strong!"

Obviously, the Killer King didn't understand Tang Yi's words at all.

Standing there, he also looked at his body.

"I'm talking about weight, not weight... well, I don't seem to be able to explain it clearly."

Tang Yi patted his head, that's right, he finally knew it was strange.

That is when talking to him, it feels like chatting with a child.

Judging from his appearance, the other party should be in his 30s.

However, the tone of his speech felt so childish.

Perhaps being too strong in one area will make others simpler.

It's like the professor I met before, wasn't he killed like that because he didn't understand the world.

As for this guy, he probably belongs to the same category as the professor.

"You are very interesting, but I'm afraid I will kill you anyway, because this is my task."

Tilting his head, the Killer King looked at Tang Yi, why did this sound so strange.

"Then my task is not to be killed by you, but before doing it, let me tell you your name."

I wonder why he speaks like this Tang Yi, but I don't dare to slack off.

After all, he has completed Hundred People Slash, so his strength is so strong that he is definitely a formidable opponent.

"Didn't they tell you my name? I'm called the King of Killers!"

The Killer King spoke in a low voice, no different from that of a middle-aged man.

But the tone still made Tang Yi feel a little strange.

"How could Killer King be your name? That's just a nickname!"

Tang Yi shrugged his shoulders, how could his nickname and his name be confused.

"Is there any difference between a nickname and a name? Then I don't understand. Since I was born, they have called me the King of Killers."

The Killer King is still innocent.

"Called from birth? Then how many years have you been called?"

No one is born to be called the Killer King, and no nation has such a strange name.

"Nine years!"

However, Tang Yi was stunned when he heard the Killer King's answer.

Nine years, so possible.

(End of this chapter)