Today, only Zhu Zhuqing went up to play one game. The more times the Hell Killing Fields was won, the harder it was to win. In each new game, the difference in the number of times the players participated in the Hell Killing Fields games could not exceed five times, unless There is really no one left.
Nowadays, Tang San usually plays a game every other day or even two days. After a game, he needs to spend time reviewing and analyzing to improve himself, and he also needs to rest before playing the next game.
Soon it was time for Zhu Zhuqing to play. Zhu Zhuqing's performance this time was not as smooth as yesterday's and he suffered some injuries.
Tang Qingxi didn't care. Seeing that after Zhu Zhuqing's fight, they would continue to watch the showdown in the Hell Killing Fields, she left on her own.
After that, Tang Qingxi's activities in the killing city were not too frequent. He only occasionally went out for a walk to recuperate his sword.
Occasionally, I would take a look at the situation of Ning Rongrong and the others, and see that they are getting more and more adaptable, which makes me feel relieved.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and Tang Qingxi sent a message through the King of Killing's subordinates, asking to see the King of Killing.
During this trip to the Killing City, everyone was basically doing their own thing.
He didn't know what Tang Qingxi wanted to do when he approached him, but the King of Slaughter still sent someone to fetch Tang Qingxi.
"Why are you contacting me?" In the same room, the King of Slaughter was still sitting on the giant chair, looking very oppressive.
Tang Qingxi sat down on the side with an indifferent expression and said directly: "I came to the Killing City not only for those children. You should also pay attention to my words and deeds in the Killing City. There is a knife in my hand, which has not been completely sharpened. , it requires blood to nourish and sharpen the blade. There is no point in killing around in the killing city all day long, and it will also consume your people. Right?"
"Yes, but I didn't stop you. What do you want from me?" The King of Slaughter naturally knew what Tang Qingxi had done, and even secretly observed Tang Qingxi's long knife.
A very impressive knife, but terrifying when fully formed.
Although he was indeed fighting for blood with himself, Tang Qingxi was the God of Killing himself, and the City of Killing also had a cooperative relationship with Wuhun Palace. Thinking that this killing would eventually come to an end, the King of Killing ignored him.
"That's it. I feel it's quite inconvenient myself, so I wanted to come over and discuss it. Can you put my knife in the blood pool in the Killing City?" Tang Qingxi said very rudely.
Hearing this, the aura of the King of Slaughter became obviously much colder. He no longer cared about Tang Qingxi's behavior in the Slaughter City. This person actually went all the way to keep an eye on his own blood pool.
"This is impossible."
"There is no need to refuse. I will eventually complete the blade in the Killing City. All I need is a little blood anyway. Entering the blood pool directly is just to make it faster and save trouble, and not to absorb too much blood." Tang Qingxi Keep fighting for it.
"I think you should know what the blood pool is like." The King of Slaughter looked at Tang Qingxi coldly.
Apart from entering the Killing City and having a glass of Bloody Mary, Tang Qingxi would never touch it again. The same goes for those people she brought, who obviously knew the secret of Bloody Mary.
"Just use the blood pool to nourish it. Aren't you afraid of something going wrong with your sword?"
"If something goes wrong with this, I'll consider myself unlucky. The blood in those people's bodies also contains something wrong, doesn't it?" Tang Qingxi really has a lot of ideas about that blood pool, not just to nourish his blood. Magic sword.
"It's absolutely impossible. You'd better stop thinking about it. It's already good if I don't stop you from killing people in the city." The King of Slaughter didn't let up at all.
"Okay." Tang Qingxi shrugged helplessly and did not persist.
But the person still sat firmly and did not get up.
The King of Slaughter gave Tang Qingxi a strange look, and the door opened silently, but Tang Qingxi remained motionless.
Tang Qingxi lazily folded his arms and propped up his chin: "You're already here. I'll sit down for a while before leaving. Why don't you get some tea and snacks every time you come?"
The King of Slaughter: "..."
What has Blood Shura experienced outside the Killing City in the past few years, and how did he become so shameless?
The King of Slaughter didn't say anything, but not long after, a cold-faced maid came with the tea and snacks that Tang Qingxi asked for, and she even brought a cup of Bloody Mary.
Tang Qingxi's expression remained unchanged, he drank tea and snacks, and looked at the King of Slaughter openly, not hiding his curiosity about him at all.
The maid's expression was a little unkind, but it was a pity that she had no place to interrupt.
No one spoke between the King of Slaughter and Tang Qingxi, and the atmosphere was very dull.
Tang Qingxi finished his snack in silence, then got up and left neatly.
The King of Slaughter watched Tang Qingxi's voice disappear, frowning slightly, not quite understanding what Tang Qingxi was planning.
After that, Tang Qingxi's life was still at the same pace as before. He spent most of his time in the yard, studying sword skills. After all, he had practiced less in recent years. The more he practiced, the more he could use it more smoothly.
From time to time, go out and cause trouble for random people and stock up on your sword.
As the days go by, it feels like the nearby streets are becoming more and more deserted.
Indirectly, it also made Ning Rongrong and the others have less trouble traveling.
Every once in a while, Tang Qingxi would always find some excuse to get in front of the King of Slaughter.
Although she doesn't know why, she has a certain restraint effect on the power left by the Rakshasa God in this continent.
Of course, it was only for other people. She would not risk trying to be eroded by the power of the Rakshasa God again. She didn't know what the effect would be on herself.
So she would approach the King of Slaughter from time to time, which should be able to eliminate some of the influence of the Rakshasa God. I hope the King of Slaughter could understand her good intentions.
They have become the King of Slaughter. It is uncertain how far the Shura God's test has reached, but it should be a relatively critical stage.
If you can help him eliminate the influence of the Rakshasa God, you may be able to successfully complete the test of the King of Slaughter.
Tang Qingxi didn't ask how grateful the King of Slaughter would be when the time came. This level of strength was not as restrictive as Tang Hao's, so he didn't ask for this person to be used by him.
But it should be able to add some trouble to the Rakshasa God, which is also a good thing.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed, and Tang San has participated in more than fifty Hell Killing Fields. I wonder when the King of Slaughter will arrange for him.
As for Le Wen Rui, fewer people participated in the Hell Killing Fields, but they still finished ninety-nine games and were just waiting for the last one.
Zhu Zhuqing's number of games is approaching fifty, and now she participates in the Hell Killing Fields less frequently, more to hone herself.
Ning Rongrong and Oscar both successfully won the Hell Killing Fields.
At this time, the King of Slaughter took the initiative to invite Tang Qingxi to see him for the second time.
