Chapter 380: Thirteen Killing!

Unlike many young people who no longer like to watch the Spring Festival Gala, Brother Huan is as keen on New Year's Eve as always. He drinks wine, eats side dishes, and looks at the festive stage with indescribable excitement.

On the other hand, the King of Hell looked at the sketch program that was both strange and inexplicable to him.

Tang Huan loves to watch, but King of Hell doesn’t even know what the meaning of this show is.

He is a killer, the top Chinese killer world. He is also one of the peerless masters of the mysterious organization Ni Lin. He has lived in the dark since he was a child. Not to mention watching the Spring Festival Gala, he doesn't have much chance to come into contact with even TV.

But at this moment, he was still accompanying Tang Huan to watch the TV show that was extremely unfamiliar to him.

Almost ten minutes later, when the host went on stage to warm up the scene and gave an introduction to the next program, Tang Huan then put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and smiled and said, "Let's go."

There is a cold wind outside the house.

The environment in the community is very peaceful.

Every household is decorated with lights and children are running around in brand new clothes on the road. They look joyous.

A child ran towards him and hit the King of Hell, but he smiled and touched the child's head. He told the child to be careful not to fall.

When Tang Huan saw this scene, he couldn't help but quip: "Your hands are covered with blood, so you are embarrassed to touch the child's head?"

When the King of Hell heard this, he asked back: "Is there any conflict? My bloody hands are only aimed at the enemy and never extend to women and children."

Tang Huan smiled and didn't discuss it much.

The two walked to the park chosen by the King of Hell. It was not very big. However, many elderly people nearby would come for morning exercises. It was the time for the family to have a reunion dinner. This place was naturally empty and deserted.

When the two came to this park, a bright moon quietly hangs up in the sky. The dark woodland shines brightly.

Tang Huan could clearly see the calm face of the King of Hell. Similarly, the King of Hell could also distinguish all the subtle expressions on Tang Huan's face.

The strong men stared at each other silently.

After a long time, the King of Hell suddenly moved.

He was like a magic trick, and a blood-red sharp dagger appeared in his hand. It was like a demon opening his bloody mouth, full of fierce light.

"This is my personal weapon, and it is also a sharp weapon given to me by the master. I died at its target, and there were more than 80 people in total." The King of Hell introduced calmly. "Half of them are first-class masters."

Not surprising.

The King of Hell is not a low-level killer. He takes on all tasks and kills everyone.

Of course, those who can contact him will not be ordinary people.

Therefore, the King of Hell has enough confidence and arrogance, because he proved his strength with his repeated practical actions.

"Your master must be happy that you are a powerful disciple like you." Tang Huan smiled and took out the fish intestine that was placed close to her body.

This fish intestine was also a gift given to him by Lao Zhuang. It was a sharp short knife and even a nightmare for countless people.

When Tang Huan sacrifices fish intestines, he will be destined to bleed and someone will die. Whether this person is a first-class master or a truly powerful person.

In fact, there are definitely not one or two strong men who died tragically under the fish intestine. So even if the King of Hell standing opposite him is a qualified strong man, it does not mean that Tang Huan will fail.

After a brief introduction by these two young generation strong men, their dark and deep eyes were nailed to each other's body.

The sword is tense and about to break out.

Tang Huan experienced countless battles in his life, although he wandered on the brink of death countless times. In the end, he won the final victory. It was a manifestation of his strength, not without the favor of God.

He is very strong.

Many people who know him know it. Otherwise, how could Lao Zhuang be so reluctant to leave him?

But how strong is he?

This is a puzzle that no one knows. Even Qinglong, who is extremely close to him, has never fully understood this guy.

The strength of the military lies in his military ability, his leadership ability, and his strategy. The strength of the martial arts lies in his true strength, and the strong people who have come into contact with Tang Huan's true strength and have learned about his unique skills, all of them have gone to hell. They will not help him promote it for free.

The sharp fish intestine trembled slightly in Tang Huan's hand. When the knife faced the bright moon, it emitted a strange light. It seemed as if a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth was opened, biting all the breath of the King of Hell.

In an instant, the King of Hell felt a wave of overwhelming pressure sweeping over. His heart sank slightly, he held the dagger in his hand tightly, but the corner of his lips could not help but smile with satisfaction.

At this confrontation in the aura, the King of Hell could clearly feel Tang Huan's power.

Yes.

Tang Huan is undoubtedly a strong man!

As for how far it is to be from the peerless strong man mentioned by the master, he will personally test it!

Huh!

The blood-red dagger was like a poisonous snake, tearing open the void, like a ray of light and shadow, stabbing Tang Huan in a posture that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

At this moment, Tang Huan felt that the dagger in the hand of the King of Hell was no longer a dagger, but a giant dragon full of fire. He wrapped the dragon roar and sucked and breathed the dragon's breath at him frantically.

Even the air around him seemed to be absorbed by the dragon and became extremely thin. His heartbeat was accelerating, and every pore felt the pressure from the blood-red dagger.

"This is the master's first-hand skill, Dragon Roar!"

The King of Hell seemed to be afraid that Tang Huan would not understand his offensive, so when he came, he took the initiative to introduce it.

But he spoke very fast, and in nearly a second, he finished reading a paragraph of words. Then, he stretched out his body and pointed directly into Tang Huan's heart.

It can be imagined that if the King of Hell hits this hand, he will have to stab Tang Huan's heart open on the spot. Moreover, with the terrifying power of the dragon roar, it is very likely that Tang Huan's entire chest will be completely smashed.

At this moment, Tang Huan gently swung his wrist and the fish intestine drew a curve in the air. Immediately afterwards, it was pressed on the blood-red dagger of the King of Hell.

There was a loud bang. Tang Huan used seemingly careless means to remove the power of the dragon roar.

On the other hand, when the dragon roar of his hand was resolved by Tang Huan, a huge backlash appeared on his wrist.

What a strong explosive power.

Such an understatement of counterattack erupted with such a terrifying force. It can be seen that Tang Huan's power is even more powerful than the expectations of the King of Hell.

"What's your trick?"

Maybe it's because I haven't met a real strong man for too long.

The King of Hell cherishes this duel. No matter whether it wins or loses, whether it is life or death. He hopes to learn something in this battle.

"I don't know." Tang Huan shook his head.

He did not teach anyone.

All his killing skills were honed on the battlefield. Even those orthodox and powerful men from famous families could not figure out where Tang Huan was. He also couldn't understand which strong man he was similar to.

The simplest and most reasonable way to use murder to kill people is to use murder.

Tang Huan killed countless people in this life, and the methods he refined were all aimed at killing. There was no fancy thing.

"Wu Ming's sword?" the King of Hell asked.

When Tang Huan heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "It sounds not good."

After a brief pause, Tang Huan then said, "I kill people, and there are thirteen swords in total. Why not just kill people? "

"Unclear." The King of Hell is obviously a very traditional man in the martial arts world. Even in his unique skills, he emphasizes the appreciation of both elegance and vulgarity. The aesthetic of Tang Huan's name is too vulgar.

"Just be easy to use."

After Tang Huan said that, he took the initiative to take a step forward. In an instant, the murderous intent spread over the sky and the earth spread. Even the moonlight faded in an instant. The gust of cold wind.
Chapter completed!