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"Conventional weapons, except for the armor covering the arms, chest, and shoulders, he didn't even wear a helmet."
"It seems that this hell killing field also matches teammates based on strength and winning streak. That's right. If you can match high-level soul masters right from the start, it will be difficult to achieve the purpose of internal consumption in the killing city, and the gold content of Yum will be low. .”
Ning Xiaotian just rolled his eyes and paid no more attention. He flipped his sword and stood ready.
The remaining nine people looked at each other, then turned aside the full-body armor on Ning Xiaotian, and immediately surrounded them.
"Ta" The gravel on the ground grinded, and a figure took the lead in launching an offensive.
"Tatata" The rest of the people saw this and followed suit.
"Ha" Ning Xiaotian snorted coldly, tiptoed, and his figure disappeared instantly. He could use soul power and couldn't use soul power. For him, speed was two concepts. "Clang Puff" the blade was cut into two pieces, and the The head behind.
The soul bone skill of his right arm is called Strike Nirvana. Its only effect is to condense soul power and increase attack power. The longer the power is accumulated, the stronger the attack amplification. Even without charging, as long as the soul power attacks through the soul bone, the attack power can be instantly increased by 50, and coupled with his own physical power generation skills, this can be directly increased to 100.
In other words, under the premise of using his soul power, he relies on his right hand to launch attacks, and each blow doubles his attack.
A swift and absolutely domineering blow
Except for the weapons made of good materials, without the protection of the armor, the fragile neck is like paper.
"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Ning Xiaotian's figure turned into a phantom, mingling among the crowd like butterflies in flowers. Before everyone could form a momentum, one after another the figures fell down one after another.
For just a moment, only one person was standing in the venue.
There is no doubt that this person is Ning Xiaotian.
A faint blood lingered around his body, but there was no trace of blood on the armor.
There was silence.
"Qiang." Ning Xiaotian flicked the sharp blade, and a trace of blood immediately fell on the ground. Ning Xiaotian turned around and walked towards the exit.
The waiter watched Ning Xiaotian leave without asking or stopping him.
Because he is the winner, the winner can freely choose to leave the Hell Killing Fields and come back to protect his name when he needs to compete.
"Next, let's get rid of the coveters outside and find a place to live. Some people won't give up until they are killed." Ning Xiaotian walked on the road holding a sword, and people kept coming from both sides. Come out of the darkness.
There are men and women, and some are even naked, showing off their voluptuous, muscular, or skinny bodies.
They looked at Ning Xiaotian with faint eyes, or in amusement, or in a cruel smile, or indifferently.
All humanity here has been wiped out. Ning Xiaotian looked indifferent and continued to move forward.
More and more people gathered, and even on the buildings overhead there were people jumping around or squatting to look down.
Behind Gu Chong atsana, there were even more scattered people following him. Everyone kept their distance and walked step by step.
Not long after, Ning Xiaotian stopped. The surrounding area was empty, and the red full moon hung high above his head, reflecting his body red. He looked around with an indifferent expression and said coldly, "Let's take action."
"Boy, if I want to blame you, I blame you for wearing too conspicuous clothes. Why don't you hand over your armor and soul guide together? Maybe I can spare your life. I haven't seen the things outside for a long time." A muscular man was dressed in black, with his chest exposed, showing scars, and his bloodless face was full of ferocity and traces of memories.
"Ha, if you are strong enough," Ning Xiaotian sneered.
"Haha, you are right." The man laughed ferociously, then turned around and looked around, saying loudly, "Let's come together. I have received the news that this person just came in from the outside. He also has a soul guide on him, there must be something inside A lot of food, water, and even various equipment and clothing brought from outside will be ours as long as we kill him."
Of course he is not stupid. With so many people here, if he goes alone, he will be the target of public criticism even if he wins.
Only through chaos can one profit, and perhaps, "extract" a lot of Bloody Marys.
Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but licked his rough lips, blood-red light flashed in his pupils, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Yes, kill him first, and then we will rely on our skills." Screams were heard not far away, the voice was high and hoarse, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female. There was the sound of footsteps and the sound of weapons hitting the ground.
Upon hearing this, everyone raised their weapons or spirits and surrounded him.
"Tatata" is very slow, but step by step, the steps are steady and resolute, filled with a strong evil spirit.
From time to time he glanced at both sides, as if to prevent something.
"Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, I'm looking forward to your ending." In a tower in the distance, a woman in black gauze licked her plump lips and murmured. She had just rushed over from the King of Slaughter, and through the description of the token, she had already learned from the King of Slaughter that Ning Xiaotian was the Holy Son of the Wuhun Palace. She did not choose to remind the opponent when he entered the Killing City wearing such a battle armor made of good materials. Just like Ning Xiaotian said, everything was within the rules.
As the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, since the other party chose to come to the City of Killing, there is no doubt that he came here for the title of God of Killing.
The emergence of each generation of God of Killing means that the city of Killing will suffer huge losses. Of course, she does not want Ning Xiaotian to successfully obtain the title of God of Killing. However, since the King of Slaughter has said that she must act according to the rules, she naturally does not dare to make any overstep. She came here just to see how Ning Xiaotian would deal with this expected siege.
It would be better if he died. The corners of her mouth curled up into a stern smile.
Time passes little by little.
Ning Xiaotian still stood proudly with his sword, his eyes were calm, and his feet did not move even a step.
On the ground around him, everyone was close to within three meters. Although they kept a distance of two meters, they were still densely packed from a distance. At a glance, there were far more than a hundred people. On the buildings on both sides, more than ten meters away from him, there were more than twenty people already bent over, ready to go.
"Go ahead, kill him!" The crowd suddenly burst out shouting.
At the front of the "killing" team, someone finally took the lead in launching an offensive and rushed over.
"Haha, if you weren't so far apart from each other, as if you were guarding against thieves. With so many people surrounding you, I might have given up." Ning Xiaotian was disdainful in his heart. The distance difference of nearly two meters was enough for him to do a lot. It's over.
While thinking, he moved.
The sharp sword in his right hand crossed, "Following like a shadow." The body instantly turned into an erratic phantom, appearing in the crowd in vain, "Pfft." Someone's throat was pierced, and he fell down whimpering. "Boom, boom, boom", a few streaks of light passed through the gaps in the crowd silently, and "boom, boom, boom", a few people just trembled slightly and fell straight down.
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