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one year later.

The icy aura was suffocating, and a total of ten people slowly entered the hell killing field.

Hemingway was the third of the ten. But he was the focus of the other nine. Sixty-seven competitions, and naturally sixty-seven wins, this is Hemingway's current achievement. In the entire hell killing field, there are only two people with better grades than him. One of them is Hu Liena, who has won 72 victories.

In addition to the power to continue to survive in the killing capital, everyone who comes here to compete is most looking forward to a hundred victories. With the title of 100 Champions, you can become a permanent resident of the Killing Capital. In addition to not being able to leave here, he has absolute authority here. Can even become a guest of the King of Slaughter.

In the sixty-seventh battle, the lives of Hemingway's men had already exceeded 1,000. However, in the past two months, even after the game, no one has dared to attack him.

Not that Hemingway didn't want to end a hundred fights quickly, but because as he won more fights, fewer would dare to fight while he was in the killing game. It usually takes a few days to gather ten people. And it's still under the circumstances that Hell's Killing Fields didn't reveal the exact time when he would compete in advance.

For a year, Hemingway and Hu Liena became the stars of Hell's Killing Fields. Hemingway, in particular, achieved such a result in just one year, and he can already be ranked in the top ten since the founding of Killing Capital.

Compared with when he first came here, Hemingway's expression was more icy, and even his body released a faint bloody aura. On the surface, cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long been synonymous with him.

It's not that strong spirit power can defeat opponents. In Hemingway's hands, several opponents with spirit power above 90 have already died. Titled Douluo, who is majestic outside, is not uncommon here. A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger that has lost its claws.

What's more, Hemingway himself is terrifying like a killing machine!

The most impressive time was when Hemingway, who had destroyed two opponents with more than ninety levels of spirit power, walked out of the hell killing field, and was immediately besieged by hundreds of people. The stab wounds that slashed his body were innumerable.

But in the end, all those hundred people died. And there are no bones left.

And Hemingway himself was unscathed, at most with torn clothes and blood stains on his body. For him, who is physically strong and has the Navy's Sixth Form. It's like a duck to water in this place.

After a while,

As if nothing had happened, he walked into the killing field of hell again.

No one dared to fight that day. In the 24 hours in the killing field of hell, there was no battle.

At that time, Hemingway became famous in a battle, and his nickname in the capital of slaughter is now: King Shura!

At this time, the nine people who entered the field with Hemingway, of course, could not win only five games with him, because now Hemingway has won too many games ahead. I don't know if Hu Liena deliberately avoided it or if it was the arrangement of the hell killing field. From beginning to end, Hemingway never met her.

Therefore, both are still alive. Here, Hu Liena also has a nickname, her nickname is the messenger of hell. At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the slaughter field of hell with Hemingway were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all sullen.

After nine people were locked into the venue. Hemingway was surrounded in the center almost immediately. Because they knew that none of them would survive without killing Hemingway.

In the sky blue pupils, there was a touch of blood red. The cold bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Hemingway almost instantly.

This year, Hemingway's soul power has hardly improved, but he believes that he can completely defeat himself a year ago. Because his actual combat ability is no longer the same as before.

The main purpose of his coming here is to hone his murderous aura! And what does murder do? ?

Murderous aura actually affects not the opponent. but yourself. It allows people to put life and death aside, and allows Hemingway to exert his strength to the greatest extent, even super-level performance.

It even makes Hemingway's shot go faster! More decisive and more destructive!

Possessing a strong murderous aura proves that that person has climbed out of the pile of dead people and has experienced too many life-and-death struggles. Even in the face of an opponent far stronger than himself, he did not have the slightest timidity.

Murder is a kind of momentum. In some ways, it can be equated with courage. In other words, murderousness is the sublimation of courage.

Along the way, he has grown to the point where Hemingway has not experienced many battles, so he is more than domineering, but not murderous enough. In addition, his mermaid spirit attributes are peaceful, which also affects him. But the Nether White Tiger Martial Spirit is tyrannical and cruel! It is suitable for cultivation and growth here.

He has successfully cultivated the Mermaid Martial Spirit. Now it is time to cultivate the second martial spirit, and use the environment here to cultivate the ghost white tiger martial arts.

And only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, can you understand the true meaning of actual combat, and you can also hone a killing energy that is enough to break your heart!

Roaring, whistling, nine voices sounded almost simultaneously from nine directions around Hemingway. The nine opponents rushed towards him at the same time.

Looking sharply in a certain direction, Hemingway was not looking at the opponent in front of him. It was Hu Liena, who was standing there in the dark corner of the auditorium of Hell's Killing Field.

For a year, Hu Liena has watched almost all Hemingway games. But she found that she couldn't see through this man. From this man, she even felt an unprecedented fear. It's not because of the brutal murder that this man downplayed! But because of the man's perseverance and indifference. The peace that is out of place here!

Anyone who comes to the killing city and struggles with death every day will fall with it. Especially men. Because under this huge pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve. But Hemingway did not.

After the battle, he would always go to a hut to practice. Out of the hut, his only place to go is the killing field of hell. I don't know how many beautiful girls want to give hugs to the Shura King, but only Hemingway's cold murderous aura greeted them.

As early as when Hemingway won twenty victories, Hu Liena was sure that this man had the same purpose as she came here. To exercise yourself. Before, she always felt that her brother was the most outstanding man she had ever seen, but now she has a second one. Even this person is far better than his brother!

From the perspective of appearance and temperament, he is not much older than himself, and his handsome appearance is not a perseverance that is tempted by depravity. Every trait is deeply attracted to Hu Liena.

There are many reasons why a woman likes a man. Hu Liena knew that she had fallen in love with this man. Although there is no communication except that he once said a word to himself when he came here on the first day. But she was still absolutely sure that she couldn't hold anyone else in her heart except him.

While the thoughts in Hu Liena's mind were rushing, Hemingway in the venue moved. Nine people rushed from nine different directions, but they did not disturb his mood in the slightest. The figure flickered illusoryly, and there was a sudden explosion at the foot.

Navy Six Shave!

Hemingway's body flashed in front of an opponent who was shaking before. The next moment, the steel knife in the man's hand was embedded in his neck.

Turn around, kick your legs, and dance your fingers.

One after another invisible qi energy spurted out!

This is an alternative use of the six-style finger gun, with a tyrannical physique bursting out with terrifying energy, and its lethality is also very amazing.

The piercing sound of breaking the air stirred.

The screams came to mind one after another. There are only three people who can survive from Hemingwei's energy. Not because they were able to dodge Hemingway's vigor, but because they both had the body of a former companion in their hands, to be precise, a corpse.

Two are level 60 and one is level 70. That is, two Soul Emperors and one Soul Saint. If they were able to use their soul skills, the three of them wouldn't be squeezed into the air so easily. But unfortunately this is the capital of killing. Except for the soul skills that come with the soul bone, all the soul skills on the soul master's spirit cannot be used. Obviously, these people in front of them do not have such precious things as soul bones. Naturally, it will inevitably become a lamb to be slaughtered.

At this time, the remaining three people moved at the same time, all holding the corpse in one hand and the weapon in the other. Under the action of his own strong soul power, he rushed towards Hemingway from three angles. Their spirits have completely locked on the Shura King who has won sixty-seven wins in front of them.

They know that victory or defeat is in one fell swoop, and there is only one chance.

Do you want to hold my breath away?

Oh, naive.

The reason why I worked hard was because I didn't want to get my hands dirty.

Since you want to fight me close to death. Then the old man will fulfill you!

Hemingway's figure flashed, and no one could see how Hemingway was moving, only to hear three consecutive pops.

After three seconds, the fight stopped.

Hemingway's fingers were thick with blood, not his own, but his opponent's. As for his opponents, there was already a bloody blood hole on their forehead, and blood mixed with brains rushing out.

At the end of the battle, Hemingway shook his finger in disgust, so it was said that he hated hand-to-hand combat with people the most. Especially now that the armed color can't be used, so every person killed will be stained with blood. It's fishy and smelly, and it's annoying.

He took out a white cloth from his arms and gently wiped the blood from his hands. Throwing it away, he turned and left the scene.

Hu Liena's charming eyes flashed with special brilliance, and the moment Hemingway underestimated the solution to his opponent, her heart skipped a beat, and her heart trembled.

What kind of person do I fall in love with? What I fell in love with was his appearance? his strength? Or everything he has?

Sixty-eight wins, this is Hemingway's current record. From Hu Liena, he is one more game.

Killing capital, dark and wide room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair. These crystals outline a drum tower-like shape. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"King Shura won another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only vaguely see that this man was slender.

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? In the capital of slaughter, no real powerhouse has joined for a long time."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"Although I can't tell how many levels of his soul power, I think at least in terms of skills, he is. King Shura seems to be born for the killing city. Especially his various melee skills are simply terrible. Even if It is Titled Douluo who is in the Slaughter City, and he is no match for him if he has no soul skills. I am certain that there is at least one soul bone in King Shura's body."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the road to hell?"

"It's only a matter of time before one hundred games are completed. But the road to hell, he probably won't be able to walk, right?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly, "You don't need to touch him anymore."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Spirit Hall a thousand years ago. But who knows when they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly, "Wuhun Hall doesn't have time to take care of us now. There was a guest here before. Do you remember?"

"guest?"

"Yes. It is one of the only two killing gods left in the world."

"Could it be that King Shura has something to do with that Killing God?" The cold female voice trembled.

The King of Slaughter said indifferently: "You guessed wrong, the other woman is related to the God of Slaughter. In this world, if it can truly threaten the capital of Slaughter, it is definitely not the Spirit Hall. It is these two Killing God. They, I can't offend them either. It's just that even though that King Shura has nothing to do with Killing God, I can feel that this person is not simple. Maybe there is some trump card left, the threat he brings to me is no weaker than Killing God, so Just to be on the safe side. Let's just go with the flow. Although I don't want another killing god, I prefer to trust my intuition."

The icy female voice sucked in a breath, "The great King of Slaughter, I'm afraid he will bring some unpredictable results to the Slaughter City. After all, every God of Slaughter appears, there will be an event for the Slaughter City. Isn't there such an instruction on the fable wall of our Slaughter City? The god of death comes, and the disaster of hell. In the past few times, every time the god of death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the capital of slaughter. If this time It's really coming again, I'm afraid..."

"Great king, how about this? We arrange the messengers of hell to face King Shura, if they..."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light had already spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King. The surrounding air had obviously become thicker, and the strong smell of blood was scattered in all directions. The cold female voice suddenly sounded a sharp and miserable sound that did not resemble a human being. Yelling, in the corner, a raised body trembled violently.

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