Ten months later.
The cold breath was suffocating, and at the entrance of the Hell Killing Fields, a tall figure slowly walked out. The black battle armor was covered with criss-crossing blood marks. The marks were not deep, but the scarlet ones were getting darker and darker, like bloodthirsty magic lines.
The man only glanced at him, and all the passers-by around him looked frightened and backed away with their heads lowered.
"Blood Shura!"
This name is definitely not the honorific title given to him by the people living in the Killing City, but is synonymous with cruelty and bloodthirst. Nowadays, in the entire Killing City, just mentioning this name can make people tremble with fear.
In just ten months, the man known as Blood Shura has already achieved a terrifying 64-game winning streak in the Hell Killing Fields. From several games a day at the beginning, to one game every day, and one game every few days.
The number of entries is getting less and less.
But this is not because he is afraid that the opponents behind him will become stronger and stronger, but because there are fewer and fewer people who dare to challenge him. Countless people were afraid of confronting him and chose to contribute Bloody Mary, using the rules of the Killing City to avoid fighting.
This has also made it extremely difficult for Hell Killing Fields to gather ten people for him to participate in the competition. Sometimes it is even necessary to wait for several days. After the number of people is gathered, the waiter will personally go to his residence to notify him of participating in the war.
Blood Shura's residence has now become a taboo restricted area. Except for the attendants at the Hell Killing Fields, no one dared to disturb them.
Let alone launching a sneak attack.
Of course, it's not that no one has tried it, but everyone who has been there has become a corpse with all their blood drained.
In the past ten months, more than a thousand souls have died at the hands of Blood Shura. This can be seen from the armor he wears. Ten months ago, the scars on this armor were only white. , and ten months later, it has turned into a dark red color that cannot be faded.
Whether in the Hell Killing Fields or outside the Hell Killing Fields, anyone who had attacked Blood Shura would have their heads cut off, letting the blood fill the ground, while he stood on the blood river.
Bathed in blood mist.
This is a true bloody Shura.
Seeing everyone retreating, Ning Xiaotian still looked indifferent, withdrew his gaze and strode away.
"It's been ten months." He was walking on the street, looking up at the blood moon, feeling a little sad in his heart.
In the past ten months, despite his physical condition and strong mental strength, his mind was not affected by the majestic murderous aura in his body, and he became crazy and bloodthirsty. But the killings day and night still made him feel numb.
Only in the past two months, the number of competitions has become less and less, and there are no longer people who sneak attack or assassinate him, so his depressed mood has relaxed a little.
"Yes, only despair and death can make some people give up completely." Ning Xiaotian sneered.
At first, he thought that with over a hundred kills on the first day, certain flies would bother him less.
But he didn't expect to encounter endless sneak attacks and assassinations later on, especially when he encountered four Soul Saint Queens in a later game, and two of them were control soul masters. His reputation was so great that on the first day he came to the Killing City, he broke a siege of a hundred people and killed a Contra.
This resulted in him being besieged in every game he participated in in the Hell Killing Fields.
Although he won that game, his energy was almost exhausted and he was seriously injured.
The consequences were obvious. He was once again besieged by hundreds of people, and assassinations and sneak attacks followed one after another.
But precisely because of the previous siege by hundreds of people, under the constant killing, and relying on the blood beads in his lower Dantian, his physical strength recovered somewhat. After that, he fought all the way back to his residence. In that battle, he killed more than two hundred enemies.
No one dared to make a sneak attack after that.
Then, he had almost no games to play.
"If this continues, when will we reach 100?" Ning Xiaotian was also a little helpless.
"Where did this little beauty come from? This figure, this skin. Why don't you play with the big men?"
As he was walking, loud noises suddenly came from the right side, mostly obscene words, and mixed with whistles. Ning Xiaotian looked around and saw at least dozens of people gathered around, blocking the not-so-wide road. Almost clogged.
"Ms. 9525, I advise you to follow me closely. As long as I am here, they will not dare to hurt you. But if you take action here, the protection period will expire, and even I have no right to interfere with them taking action against you."
It was the voice of the woman in black gauze.
"Hmph! I understand, please continue to lead the way, I am going to the killing fields of hell" came another female voice.
"The Killing Fields of Hell, haha, did you hear that? This little bitch is going to the Killing Fields of Hell!"
"Looking at the thin skin and tender flesh, I was accidentally splashed with blood and cried on the spot."
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Obscene words continued to be heard all around, trying to anger the woman who spoke out.
"Tsk tsk. It would be a pity if such a beautiful beauty died. It would be better..."
Someone else made a noise.
"Not as good as what?"
Outside the crowd, a low question suddenly came from the voice, and the voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the whole world.
"Not as good? Of course." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly covered his throat with his hands, unable to make any sound.
"Ahhhhh." From the outside to the inside, people kept falling down silently, and people kept screaming.
"Bloody Shura" Someone turned around to see who was coming, and immediately looked frightened and wanted to run away.
But as soon as he moved, he immediately fell down.
In just a few moments, the streets were filled with corpses. In the pool of blood, only a black-armored warrior covered in bloodstains and two women surrounded by the blood were still standing safely.
Stop on a clean open space of less than two meters.
The fear in the eyes of the woman in black veil flashed away, she bowed slightly towards Ning Xiaotian, then turned to look at the girl behind her, and said with a smile: "Ms. 9525, it seems you no longer need me to lead the way."
She had confirmed Ning Xiaotian's identity a few months ago. He was undoubtedly the current Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, and his status in Wuhun Palace was more noble than she had imagined. Due to Ning Xiaotian's arrival, Wuhun Palace's food supply to the Killing City has been doubled.
And the person in charge of handing over to her was directly changed from Contra to two titled Douluo.
Wuhundian even took the initiative to escort a large number of criminals to the killing city. These people were all people who had committed heinous crimes outside. There were murderers, rapists, and child abductors. According to the person in charge of the escort, they were all killed directly. I think it's too cheap for them and it's too dirty for them, so it's better to send them to the killing city and let them destroy themselves.
Ning Xiaotian killed many people after entering the Slaughter City. Now that he can be supplemented, the Slaughter City is naturally happy to accept it. Speaking of which, she had to thank Ning Xiaotian.
In addition, these two people, one is the Saint Son of Wuhun Palace, and the other is the Saint of Wuhun Palace, so they probably know each other.
(End of chapter)
