Chapter 441 Tang San thought he had taken advantage, Xue Qinghe was

"The game begins!"

As the announcement sounded, the players instantly dispersed and formed a semicircle, surrounding Tang San in the center.

Tang San took a deep breath and slowly retracted his hidden weapon. He decided to see how strong these people were before deciding his tactics.

However, these players did not give Tang San too much time to observe. Almost at the same time as the announcement began, they had already launched an attack.

Nine people besieged Tang San. Although they had no soul power, their skills were still very agile and their attacks were even more fierce.

Tang San flashed and dodged their attacks in an instant. His body was like a spring. After several consecutive jumps, he had already reached the other end of the competition venue.

These players did not give up the siege on Tang San. They quickly adjusted their positions and launched an attack again.

Tang San smiled slightly. He finally saw the flaws of these people. Although their attacks were fierce, they did not cooperate with each other. They fought on their own. Although this attack method was fierce, it gave Tang San an opportunity to take advantage of.

He jumped and dodged the attacks of these people again. At the same time, he had a silver needle in his hand. He threw it hard, and the silver needle flew out like lightning and pierced a contestant's shoulder directly.

"Ah!"

The contestant screamed and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground. He covered his shoulder, but blood continued to flow out from his fingers.

The other contestants were terrified. They never expected that Tang San's hidden weapon was so powerful.

Tang San did not stop at all, and his body swam to the center of the field like a spirit snake. His hands kept dancing, and silver needles kept flying out, shooting directly at other contestants on the field.

"Ah! Ah!..."

With screams, one contestant after another fell to the ground. Tang San's hidden weapon was extremely accurate. Everyone was shot in the vital parts of the body by the silver needle. For a while, Tang San was the only one standing on the field.

There was a cry of surprise on the field. The audience never thought that Tang San would win so easily.

Tang San slowly walked to the players who fell to the ground. He looked at them deeply, then slowly picked up his hidden weapon and put it into his soul guide.

The nine dead bodies around him turned into blood and rushed into the red token on Tang San's waist. A strong soul power burst out from the token.

"What is this?"

Tang San was a little confused. He remembered the red-robed man's reminder before, so he injected his soul power into it. Soon, the number on the token changed from the original "0" to the number "1". Then a violent soul power was directly fed back to Tang San's body, almost breaking Tang San's meridians.

Tang San quickly used Xuantian Gong to protect his heart meridian, and then began to absorb this violent soul power. Tang San sat cross-legged, his hands formed seals, and his body was covered by a blue light, which was a sign of Xuantian Gong in operation. Under the impact of this violent soul power, his body began to make a creaking sound, which was the sound of bones getting stronger.

His body began to undergo wonderful changes. His muscles became tighter, his blood vessels became thicker, and his internal organs were constantly strengthened.

Soon, he absorbed this violent soul power. Although his soul power did not increase much, Tang San clearly felt that his physical fitness had improved significantly.

"It is worthy of being the inheritance place of the Shura God. It seems that this killing city is a good place for me to practice."

Tang San showed a smug smile on his face, but he didn't know that there was an extra soul in his body, which was constantly absorbing the Shura power in his body.

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On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind was biting, and the snowflakes in the sky fell like fragments of fate. On the streets of Tiandou Imperial City, the originally prosperous scene seemed a little deserted in this cold night. Most of the pedestrians on the street were soul masters. Their eyes were solemn and their steps were hurried. It was obvious that they had important tasks. Among the focus of this crowd, a young man was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a white cloak with intricate golden patterns embroidered on it, as bright as the stars in the night sky. He had a handsome face and deep eyes, as if he could see through everything. He was the current emperor of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

Next to him stood a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in the same way, but with a swan-shaped golden badge on his chest. He was the current national teacher of the Tiandou Empire, Yu Xiaogang. Xue Qinghe stood in the middle of the street, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air. He knew that everyone came to confirm a piece of news, that is, whether the birth of the Haotian Sect was just a rumor. In this era ruled by the Spirit Hall, the return of the Haotian Sect is undoubtedly a challenge to the authority of the Spirit Hall, enough to cause a shock to the entire continent.

"National Teacher, are you sure that today is the day when the Haotian Sect is born? The sun is about to set, why haven't you received any news yet?" Xue Qinghe's face was full of doubts.

"Your Majesty, this is the news that my disciple Tang San sent to me before he went out for training. It can't be wrong." Yu Xiaogang said with certainty.

"Then why is there no news at all until now?" Xue Qinghe's face showed a trace of impatience.

"Hey, Your Majesty, please wait a little longer." Yu Xiaogang said respectfully. Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves in the distance, and the rapid sound of horses' hooves shook the street like thunder. Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the direction of the sound, and saw a team of black-armored cavalry rushing towards them quickly.

The cavalry stopped in front of Xue Qinghe, and the leading knight lifted his helmet, revealing a stern face. After getting off the horse, he knelt in front of Xue Qinghe and said, "Your Majesty, there is news from Wuhun City that the news that Haotianzong was born on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month is false. The real time is the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."

This sudden news stunned everyone. Xue Qinghe showed a surprised expression on his face, while Yu Xiaogang lowered his head and remained silent. The originally tense atmosphere became even more solemn at this moment.

The knight who delivered the message, still kneeling on the ground, said firmly: "This message was sent by the Pope himself, it is absolutely true. We suspect that someone deliberately spread the wrong message, with the purpose of disrupting the layout of the major forces. This message has spread from the Pope to the martial spirit branch halls in various cities, and will soon be known to the world."

Xue Qinghe slowly raised his hand and motioned the knight to stand up. His eyes were cold, and I don't know what he was thinking.

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