Chapter 192: The King of Killing: I feel that his twisted heart can no longer bear it

“Kill him...!” Angry roars came from nine directions.

The nine opponents rushed towards Xiao Xian without any hesitation.

When faced with an opponent who is much stronger than you, the only way to have a chance of winning is to unite together.

Hu Liena sat in the corner of the audience seats at the Hell Killing Field with her back against the wall.

She stared at Xiao Xian, her scarlet eyes became clear, and then, a special light gradually flashed in those charming eyes.

Xiao Xian... Lord Shura...

Xiao Xian ignored the nine people who were rushing towards him and glanced at Hu Liena indifferently.

Is this woman crazy?
Her mental strength is so easy to guide.

It's only been a year, and it has fallen to this point?

The mind and will completely collapsed.

I am completely dependent on his mental force field.

However, it is also normal.

Xiao Xian was thinking calmly.

The air in the City of Slaughter contains some special toxin.

Even if you do nothing.

Just by living in the city of killing, people will gradually become restless.

Not to mention, it's filled with killing and blood.

With murderous intent and darkness in one's heart, the power of these toxins in the air will increase exponentially.

Thousands of years of time.

Only eight people passed the Road to Hell.

Hu Liena?
She had no hope of making it through the road to hell on her own.

What's more, he is now interfering.

"..."

Xiao Xian's figure suddenly became illusory.

His feet suddenly flashed and he escaped from the encirclement of nine people.

Although the weapons in their hands are unlikely to break Zi Yushen's defense.

But there's no need to take chances.

Xiao Xian flashed behind one of his opponents.

Snapped.

A quick right hand.

The opponent's neck was broken, and the fear in his eyes flashed away... because the next moment, his head was swept away by a steel knife.

Xiao Xian remained calm and dodged backwards, avoiding the three steel knives that were coming at him from the left, center and right at the same time.

Clang——

With a slight flick of his right hand, the steel knife on the far right was hit like a hammer, turned back and smashed the neck of another opponent.

At the same time, the left hand was raised.

The invisible black needle flashed rapidly in the air.

The screams were endless.

Xiao Xian kindly dipped the steel needle into the poisonous ink.

To avoid reflections.

This can also reduce the fear of the deceased.

After all, if you can't see the hidden weapon, you will be caught off guard and confused when you die.

The screams fell.

Only two people were left standing on the field.

Xiao Xian stared at this last opponent in surprise.

He stood on the sidelines, with an extra spectator in his hand... and a small hole on his neck, oozing black blood.

Xiao Xian shook his head, what luck.

This is the characteristic of the Killing Fields of Hell.

The game is not over yet. If you rush out of the Hell Killing Field rashly, you will be killed by law enforcers.

But if a spectator "accidentally" rushed in during the process, then there would be no problem, because only one entrant could survive anyway.

Are you a registrant or a spectator?

Nobody cares.

Xiao Xian walked slowly towards the last person. The soul power in this person was not weak and it was actually over level 60.

He's a tough opponent.

With this kind of soul power, wouldn't it be nice to just be an aristocrat out there?
Must we run into the city of killing?
It seems that there is definitely a way to die.

The man hid behind the corpse, staring at Xiao Xian with a ferocious look on his face.

Swish!
He held the corpse in one hand, using it as a shield, and held a steel knife in the other, and rushed towards... towards the edge of the circular killing field!

He was moving away from Xiao Xian at the fastest speed. During the whole process, his important parts were firmly hidden behind the corpse, without any exposure.

He was afraid that a black needle would fly out and take his life away.

Xiao Xian suddenly stopped, with a smile on his face, and glanced at the Soul Emperor.

Subsequently.

Walk over to a body on the ground.

puff.

There was a soft stamping sound.

Douluo Continent is an unfair world. Soul beasts cannot pretend to be dead because soul rings will appear on them.

But for soul masters, it is possible.

The bodies were headless.

bass!
The man who was circling on the sidelines suddenly stopped with an ugly look on his face.

Damn, why didn’t Shura come after him?

Whoosh! On the ground, a corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and the steel knife in its hand suddenly chopped towards Xiao Xian.

puff.

Xiao Xian didn't even look at him, he just flashed and stomped his feet lightly.

The steel knife fell to the ground weakly, making a crisp sound.

The corpse was completely transformed into a corpse.

It is enough mental power of a Titled Douluo, and Xiao Xian can control it at will and use it flexibly.

Playing dead? Sneak attack?
Is it possible?
Innocent degenerate.

call out!
Xiao Xian raised his right hand again, and the Soul Emperor on the sidelines immediately raised the corpse in his hand and hid behind it.

Puff. A soft sound rang out on the Soul Emperor's head.

The Soul Emperor suddenly saw a black needle on his forehead?
His pupils trembled.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to stop.

His eyes were fixed on the trembling look, and even his eyelashes didn't tremble at all.

Restless?
He was surprised to find that the needle was drilling into his brain little by little. It seemed to be a little itchy and a little painful.

Everything happened extremely slowly. After an hour, the black needle only moved forward one millimeter.

Panic, fear?
until.

The Soul Emperor was getting a little impatient as the black needle had only penetrated halfway.

Whoosh!
The second half suddenly accelerated, and the black needle suddenly penetrated into the Soul Emperor's brain.

A hint of relief subconsciously emerged in his eyes, and his body fell down weakly.

puff.

Xiao Xian flashed and suddenly appeared beside him. He smashed his head with a smile and pulled out the black steel needle.

no way.

There is no blacksmith shop here. Although he can make cloaks, it doesn't mean he can forge iron. He can only recycle it.

There were ten corpses in the field, all of whose bones were shattered by Xiao Xian.

pity.

No traces of soul bones were found.

There is a high probability that a soul master who can survive for a long time in the Killing Field of Hell has soul bones.

Xiao Xian successfully exploded two soul bones, one from an opponent who had won 42 games in a row, and the other from an opponent who had won 55 games in a row.

They are all leg bones, with quality that is thousands of years old.

Even for him, facing these two enemies, it took a lot of effort to ensure that their blood did not splatter on his clothes.

However, after those two games.

When these viewers saw the soul bone in his hand.

All crazy.

Almost everyone couldn't wait to kill him.

pity.

The number of people has never been a problem for Xiao Xian.

After that day.

Within a month, there was no competition in the Hell Killing Field.

Even the "strong" ones in the inner city had no choice but to sell blood.

But in this damn place, there is a lack of sunlight.

Selling blood for a long time is chronic suicide.

Xiao Xian doesn't always sign up for the Hell Killing Field competition.

In addition, the King of Killing deliberately reduced the food treatment in the outer city again.

This forced a group of people to return to the inner city.

Let these criminals eat rotten food? Many of them would rather die.

Hu Liena leaned against the wall. Every time she saw Xiao Xian finish the game elegantly, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

Why, why is there no murderous aura on you?
Hu Liena stared at Xiao Xian on the killing field, her eyes becoming obsessed.

"..."

The City of Killing, a dark and extremely spacious room.

It was a huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals, which outlined the shape of a drum tower.

Except for the crystal on the chair, everything here is a deep dark red, but due to the lack of sunlight, it looks especially dark.

"Great king, Shura wins another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

A tall figure slowly appeared on the huge chair.

In the darkness, his face was completely invisible.

I could only vaguely sense that this person was very thin and tall.

"I know." A cold voice sounded.

"Great King. It has been a long time since a truly powerful person joined the City of Slaughter. Should we invite him?"

On a tall chair.

The tall man was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you think he is a truly powerful man?"

The cold female voice said without hesitation: "Yes. Shura lives in the City of Slaughter. More than a thousand people have died at his hands. But he does not carry any murderous aura."

"His soul power doesn't seem to be strong. His martial soul is probably mediocre, at least no one has ever seen it."

"But his killing skills are terrifyingly strong."

"Even a true Title Douluo would most likely die in his hands without any spirit skills."

"Moreover, I can be sure that Shura has at least three soul bones."

The King of Slaughter was silent. In the darkness, a flash of blood-red light seemed to pass across his face. "Do you think he can complete a hundred fights?"

"It's only a matter of time. After all, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the killing intent at all."

“Heh.” The King of Slaughter chuckled, “You are too naive. The more you endure, the more violent the explosion will be.”

"Don't contact him for now. Wait until he finishes ninety games."

The King of Slaughter said calmly: "It is better to ease the situation than to block it. I can already feel that he can't bear it any longer."

"Don't you notice that he's becoming more and more perverted?"

"Under his ordinary appearance, there is a crazy and twisted heart."

The King of Killing stopped discussing the matter and waved his hand calmly. A large mass of sticky dark red liquid flew in front of him from the ground in front of him, twisting wildly.

In total darkness.

Before the throne of the King of Slaughter.

It turned out to be a huge pool of blood, thick and sticky blood, slowly fluctuating.

Open your mouth.

A large mass of sticky liquid disappeared, and two ferocious fangs could be vaguely seen.

"..."

Xiao Xian returned to his small stone house, and as soon as the door was closed, he released Xiao Jue.

boom!
A restrained murderous intent suddenly burst out, and the ceiling of the small stone house suddenly turned blood red.

A hint of scarlet appeared in Xiaojue's dark blue eyes.

It has intelligence, but not much.

Except for being filtered out by the peaceful mental force field, Xiao Xian's murderous intent was almost completely swallowed up by Xiao Jue.

……

(End of this chapter)