Douluo: My wife Qian Renxue gave birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers

Chapter 206: Tang San, whose defense was broken, was besieged by everyone in the Slaughter City!

He knew that the most important thing now was to prevent those gourd brothers from finding him, otherwise he might never be able to leave this place.

The three Calabash Brothers couldn't help but look shocked when they saw Tang San running so fast.

Sanwa said, "Are we so terrible?"

The eldest child said calmly, "Probably not."

Erwa's suspicion of Tang San grew stronger. He said confidently, "He is so guilty, Daddy's problem must be related to him. We must find out for sure."

At this time, those who were seriously injured were still looking at the three Calabash Brothers in fear and couldn't help shivering.

Their eyes seemed to be saying: Are you scary? Don’t you have any idea what’s going on?

The three Calabash Brothers looked at the people in front of them, and Erwa suddenly had an idea and spoke.

"We are the boss here, right? Shouldn't you help us do something?"

However, everyone asked timidly: "Then...what do you want us to do?"

Erwa stood on a table and pointed in the direction Tang San had just run out and spoke like a little adult.

"As for the lame man just now, whoever can capture him will be under us, and we guarantee that no one can bully him."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but smile slyly.

The young man with a lame leg is called Thousand-Handed Shura in the City of Slaughter. He looks young, but he is extremely vicious and kills people without blinking an eye.

Moreover, they were naturally very wary of the man who had won several games in a row in the Hell Arena, and they did not dare to offend him casually.

Now there is someone who can ignore the rules and support them, how can they not seize this excellent opportunity?

At this time, Erwa continued to add.

"Also, I know that you can't use your martial spirits and soul power here, and you can't leave this place, but the three of us can."

"You should have seen that we are people who can use our martial spirits and soul power at will in this place."

"So, we can definitely rescue you."

Ever since they came to the City of Slaughter, they never thought about leaving because they knew it was impossible to leave.

The killing and bloodshed here have long made them forget what the outside world is like, and have also made them accustomed to such a life.

However, in this place where the strong are respected, they also yearn to gain powerful strength, and walking out of this city of killing is the best proof for them.

Therefore, this condition is undoubtedly an extremely tempting condition.

Everyone was eager to try at this time, and a group of people rushed out of the arena.

Sanwa wondered at this time: "Can we really take them out?"

Erwa smiled slightly, scratched his head and said, "I don't know. If possible... let's talk about it later."

"I was just lying to them. I felt they were not good people, and taking them out might not be a good thing."

The eldest and third children were both shocked and cried out, "Ah! This is a lie!"

But I felt relieved when I thought that these people in the City of Killing didn't seem to be good people.

And this time, on the other side.

In the dim corridors of the City of Slaughter, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made one feel breathless.

Tang San's face was solemn, sweat dripping down his forehead. In this world full of blood and killing, he was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Hundreds of vicious killers, like hungry wolves, their eyes flashing with greed and bloodlust, tightly surrounded Tang San. Some of them held sharp blades, some brandished heavy chains, and kept making strange noises, as if they had seen the scene of Tang San becoming a ghost under their hands.

Tang San took a deep breath, his eyes instantly sharpened. He touched his waist with his right hand, and a small flying knife instantly appeared at his fingertips.

This flying knife looks ordinary, but in Tang San's hand it seems to have life.

He flicked his wrist and the flying knife shot out like lightning, instantly piercing the throat of a killer who was rushing in the front.

The killer fell to the ground with a bang before he even had time to let out a scream.

This was like lighting the fuse of explosives, and the killers immediately pounced towards Tang San frantically.

Tang San was not afraid at all. He moved through the crowd like a ghost, constantly wielding various hidden weapons with his hands.

He would throw flying needles from time to time, which would emit sharp whistling sounds in the air and accurately pierce the enemy's eyes, temples and other vital parts.

From time to time, he would throw out a handful of specially made sleeve arrows, which would explode in the crowd, releasing countless tiny poisonous needles, which would hit the surrounding killers one after another and cause them to fall to the ground and twitch in pain.

In this narrow passage, Tang San's hidden weapons exerted tremendous power.

With every attack, at least one killer fell.

However, the number of enemies was too large. Although Tang San's hidden weapons cost them a heavy price, they still kept coming forward.

As time went by, Tang San's physical strength was gradually exhausted. His movements began to become slow, and the speed of firing hidden weapons also slowed down.

And those killers seemed to sense Tang San's fatigue, and their attacks became more frantic.

Finally, after throwing out another handful of flying needles, Tang San's body paused slightly. At this moment, a tall killer took the opportunity to rush in front of him, waving the giant axe in his hand, and chopped down at Tang San fiercely.

Tang San wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts. He could only barely raise his arms to try to block the fatal blow.

With a loud bang, the giant axe hit Tang San's arms heavily.

Tang San only felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall behind him heavily.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the scene in front of him became a little blurry.

Despite this, Tang San's eyes were still full of indomitable spirit. He stared at the enemy in front of him with his eyes wide open, his eyes burning with rage!

"Fuck, I know that every time I encounter these Calabash Brothers, nothing good will happen!!"

He struggled to stand up, but his body was no longer under his control. His legs were shaking and he tried to support himself, but every time he exerted force, he fell to the ground.

His arms hung limply, his fingers slightly bent as he tried to grasp the ground, but was unable to do so.

The surrounding killers slowly gathered around, with ferocious smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Their pace was slow and steady, like a group of wild beasts about to enjoy a feast, exuding suffocating murderous intent.

However, at this moment he was powerless and could only watch the enemy approaching step by step.

His body had reached its limit and he could no longer resist. He felt hopeless and helpless, as if the whole world was leaving him.

Finally, under the siege of hundreds of killers, Tang San slowly closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and at the last moment, he seemed to hear the cheers of the killers. The sound echoed in his ears like the whisper of a devil.

"grass……"

He finally cursed.

(End of this chapter)