Chapter 22
On the first day, Ning Que and Afu took turns to participate in the competition. After winning three consecutive games, they were still full of energy.
可其他人都被震慑住了,不敢参赛.
Seeing that the number of people could not be collected for a long time, Afu and Ningque had to choose to leave the Hell Killing Field and come to a tavern, planning to eat something.
"Two sirs, your wine and food are served, please use it slowly."
The waiter put down the food and food one by one, turned around and left respectfully.
“等等,这杯酒赏你了.”
Ning Que picked up the wine glass, smiled, and called the waiter.
"Sir, this wine is precious, but the little one is cheap, and there is no blessing to be saved."
A strange color flashed in the waiter's eyes, and he subconsciously clasped the tray.
“你确实很贱.”
Ning Quixin waved his hand and the wine glass flew out and hit the waiter's forehead.
“Ah~”
The wine glass shattered and the wine sprinkled on the face of the waiter who was bleeding from his head. A large amount of blood bubbles suddenly corroded and a piece of blue smoke rose. It can be seen that the poisonous wine is very toxic.
Playing with poison in front of Ning Que, these people are simply showing off their skills.
"kill!"
Seeing that the poison killing plan failed, several diners around could no longer sit still, and immediately slapped the table. Some summoned weapon and beast spirits, while others pulled out swords and came to Ning Que and Afu.
Ning Que was too lazy to take action. Ah Fu rushed over, punched and killed all those who took action, and suppressed some of the guys who were ready to move.
At night, two more people were met to attack him at night, but before he could touch Ning Que's room, he died in Afu's hands. His ears and nose were very flexible, so he could not hide any movement from Afu's eyes and ears.
The next day, Ning Que and Afu continued to sign up for the competition. After winning five consecutive games, no one dared to sign up again.
Such a high-profile performance moved many advanced soul masters.
When the two left the Hell Killing Field, they were ambushed by more than a dozen people on the street, and these people were also easily solved by Afu.
The third day was even more crazy, Ning Que and Afu signed up to participate in the competition, and many people participated in the competition under the instigation and oppression of the senior soul master, targeting the two.
Ning Que and Afu took turns to play 30 games, and each game was unilaterally crushing their opponents.
The high-intensity battle consumed Ah Fu a lot of physical strength. He was injured in fifteen games in a single round. Ning Que also showed a tired expression, as if the hope of victory that the depraved people saw was even more crazy. Some even made provocations, fearing that the two of them would not participate in the competition.
Little did they know that it was Ning Que's routine, showing the enemy as weak, so that the other party felt that they were not good enough, in order to lure these people into the competition.
Generally, it is common to play in Hell Killing Field, a game lasts dozens of minutes, or even a whole day.
If Kenningque or Afu comes on the court, the battle can be ended in no more than one minute at most.
There is indeed consumption, but it is equivalent to warming up.
The time spent is basically in the registration and entry project!
Until the 20th game of the single round, Ning Que and Afu, who looked exhausted, did not fall down. Instead, all the contestants died.
This made others realize the problem. No matter how high-level soul masters threaten and tempt them, those low-level depraved people would not dare to sign up for the competition again.
In the stands, a level 68 soul emperor Berg held a cup of Huangquan dew and said to a man next to him with a serious expression: "Ying Guang, do you think they have reached their limit?"
The man called Ying Guang was a level 72 soul saint who had won fifty-six games in a row. He was considered a relatively famous strong man in the City of Killing. His eyes fell on Ning Que, who was in the audience: "Even in twenty consecutive games, even if they did not reach the limit, their physical strength was not enough."
Berg smiled and said, "Why, why don't you try it?"
"Berg, do you want to die?" Ying Guang's expression turned cold.
Berg quickly waved his hand: "Just kidding, don't mind, these two people are so strong that they are perverted, and they have not yet tested where their limits are? If they don't die, we will meet on the field in the future. The people outside have already contacted each other. This time, John the Great Sword and Canbao will come."
"This is the first time that so many advanced soul masters have jointly hunted. After seeing the pattern of the Slaying City, I'm really looking forward to it!"
He drank the yellow spring dew in his hand and Ying Guang's face showed a look of enjoyment.
On this side, Ning Que and Afu took turns to play forty games. Afu had several more wounds on his body, and two of them were poisonous injuries, but they were easily resolved by Ning Que.
When the two left the Hell Killing Field and were planning to return to the hotel to rest, Ning Que sensed hundreds of people ambushed around the streets from afar.
"What a big battle, one-third of the fallen people in the inner city have gathered."
There were nearly a thousand people lying in ambush, and some of them were equipped with strong bows and crossbow arrows, which could not escape Ning Que's spiritual perception.
Such a posture, if it were ordinary two titled Douluo, would probably be in danger in this place where the soul skills were sealed!
Ning Que saw an ambush ahead, but he knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but he had no intention of escaping.
"Kill~"
Walking into the middle of the road, shouting and killing sounds were heard, and people were rushing on both sides of the street, surrounding the street.
One side is nearly a thousand fallen people, and the other side is Ning Que and Afu.
The number of people is very different.
"Leave the person behind you."
Ning Que said to Afu, and once the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was activated, he turned into an invulnerable golden man and killed him against the crowd.
The golden body was not broken, Ning Que only attacked but not defended. The cracked cloud halberd in his hand opened and closed, swept across the thousands of troops with one blow, and the people and weapons were shaken away from his face. Blood from his mouth and nose was pouring out, and even the broken internal organs could be seen in the blood.
"Why can he use soul skills?"
"Damn, he's been hiding his strength."
“What should I do now?”
"The arrow is on the string and I have to fire it. Today, either they die or we die. Don't hold back."
"Kill~"
Among these fallen people, men, women, young and old have different weapons, and all kinds of despicable means are used.
Ning Que raised his leg and kicked a person away. At this time, an old man who looked ten years old jumped off the roof of the test room, held a mace and smashed Ning Que's head hard.
The long halberd was lifted up with the backhand, and the rod and halberd collided, Ning Que remained motionless. The powerful force reversed the fallen mace, which shattered the old man's hands and tiger mouth, and the halberd tip pierced into his heart.
Ning Que had a round of cloud splitting halberd, and blood surged out from the old man's chest, and his body was thrown for more than ten meters, hitting seven or eight people along the way!
Berg drew out a blood-red sword, his body like a ghost. When Ning Que swung his stern and the empty door opened wide, he thought he had found an opportunity and stabbed Ning Que's heart.
"When~"
The long sword stabbed Ning Que's heart, making a sound of metal and iron clashing. At this time, several people had already arrived from different angles.
A strong bow and cold arrow, the evil one is strong, and the palm and qi sword net is intertwined into a continuous attack.
Ning Que's luck was shocked, his mighty burst out, his eyes fixed on Berg, and the long halberd was pierced.
Berg had seen Ning Que's power and did not dare to take it forward. He quickly retreated. At this time, several people jumped down and happened to block in front of him.
Then, without waiting for Berg to be glad, the halberd light was unstoppable, and the five people directly penetrated, and the remaining momentum was not diminished, penetrated his neck.
"A street in the capital of killing, ask who is the father."
Ah Fu killed more than a dozen people in a row, and he was still talking nonsense, but he was not as relaxed as Ning Que.
People in the City of Killing are more than one level better than the Soul Hunting Team in the outside town.
He can easily win one-on-nine in the Hell Killing Field, but under the siege of hundreds of people, it is more difficult.
He has no golden body to protect his body. After he becomes a human, his strength and defense have decreased. He is unable to use his soul skills, so it is naturally more difficult.
Ning Que saw Afu in danger under the siege of the fallen ones, and he couldn't help but use his ultimate move.
One style of "Yan Huiyuan" strangled dozens of people around him.
The martial soul turned into an unparalleled sword, and the sword eleven came out with the flow.
The sword energy in the sky is magnificent, twists and turns, endlessly.
Compared with "Returning Geese" method, "Piaomiao Sword Technique" is more suitable for group battles.
Thousands of sword energy were covered with rain, and strongly impacted the area within a hundred meters around. Many fallen people were penetrated by sword energy and nailed to the ground. Several surrounding houses also collapsed in an instant.
"How many trump cards does this guy have!"
"It's so scary, I won't play anymore!"
"It's all Ying Guang forced me, let me go."
...
The sword eleven came out one by one, almost five hundred people were taken away in one wave, and the rest were all stunned.
Didn’t it be said that the best way to kill people cannot release their soul skills?
What is this?
Chapter completed!