Douluo: My bluesilver grass is not serious

What kind of person did I fall in love with?

Is it his appearance that I fell in love with?

His strength?

Or is it all he has?

Sixty-nine wins, this is Yun Feng's current result.

He was one step closer to Hu Liena.

The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

The crystals outline a drum-tower-like form. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"The Nightmare King has won another battle."

A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know."

A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

"Great King, should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think he is truly strong?"

asked the tall man sitting in the chair.

"At least in terms of skills, he is. The Nightmare King seems to be born for the killing city. His soul power is not particularly strong."

"But his power is terrifyingly strong. Even a titled Douluo in the Killing City would not be able to kill him without soul skills."

"I am certain that there is at least one soul bone in the Nightmare King."

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 he completes 100 games, but he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet."

The King of Slaughter said coldly:

"No need to touch him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger?"

"Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago, who knows which day they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly:

"The Wuhun Palace has no time to take care of us now, who said that? A guest came when they came in."

"guest?"

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

"Could it be said that the Nightmare King is related to the God of Killing?"

The cold female voice trembled a little.

The King of Slaughter said calmly:

"You guessed it right, in this world, if there is a real threat to the Killing City, it is definitely the Spirit Hall, so let everything take its course."

"Although I don't want another killing god to appear, I am even less willing to bear the wrath of that Spirit Hall."

The cold female voice gasped.

"The great King of Slaughter is afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of a God of Killing will be accompanied by a crisis for the City of Slaughter."

"Isn't there such an instruction left on the allegorical wall of our Slaughter City? The arrival of the God of Death will bring disaster to hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the City of Slaughter."

"If it really comes again this time, I'm afraid..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice:

"I have also thought about this question. What you don't know is that not only the Nightmare King has a background of killing gods, but also the Hell Messenger who has won more than 70 victories."

"She is the saint of Wuhun Palace. If that were not the case, do you think I would allow her to exist forever?"

"Great King, how about this? We arrange for the Hell Messengers to face the Nightmare King. If they..."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light shot out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, and the surrounding air became noticeably thicker.

The strong smell of blood spread everywhere, and the cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that was not like a human being. In the corner, a convex body trembled violently.

"Don't think that because I love you, you can say whatever you want. After passing the road to hell, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time."

"The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen people with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same game, if the God of Death knows about this situation."

"For the Capital of Hell, it is truly a devastating disaster. In their God of Killing Domain, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"

Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter murmured to himself:

"I just hope that, under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be able to hold on to 100 games, let alone pass the road to hell."

"Otherwise, with Wuhun Palace's intervention, I'm afraid the Slaughter City's disaster will also come."

With a wave of his big hand, a stream of rich dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge blood pool filled with thick blood.

He opened his mouth to swallow the blood in his belly, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely exposed.

Time was spent waiting and practicing. Sitting cross-legged in the hut where he lived, Yun Feng felt waves of icy chills running through his body.

The huge murderous aura was always swirling around his body and affecting him.

It has been nearly two years since I came here, and I am only one final game away from the title of Hell Killing Fields Champion.

However, Yun Feng discovered that these murderous intentions were constantly affecting his mind.

It seems like he wants to destroy his own mind.

In two years, more than a thousand degenerates died in his hands, even though those people were all evil and depraved people.

However, even if he didn't kill anyone, Yun Feng would feel the murderous aura in his body increase a bit.

And these murderous intentions are constantly affecting him invisibly.

The reason why it took two years to gradually get closer to the final victory was besides the issue of the number of participants.

The bigger problem comes from Yun Feng himself.

The rising murderous intent was nothing at first, but after Yun Feng killed hundreds of people here, he found that the murderous intent began to affect his own mind.

At the beginning, bloodthirsty emotions were only occasionally revealed, but as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious.

It was as if he wanted to kill any living creature he saw.

Killing someone at random is as easy as crushing an ant.

Therefore, besides participating in competitions, Yun Feng's main focus of training is no longer to improve his own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous intent.

However, because his own will has surpassed the desire to kill so much, he has stronger control over himself.

Only then was he not controlled by the thought of killing.

At the same time, Yun Feng also used the killing during the game as a way to vent his anger.

Of course, Ah Yin's presence also made Yunfeng feel a lot less stressed.

Until not long ago, when Yun Feng completed the ninety-nine games of the Hell Killing Fields, he vaguely felt that he could no longer control the murderous aura in his body.

At the same time, he also understood why Hu Liena had already reached ninety-nine victories and had not yet played her hundredth match.

In this city of murder, it is no exaggeration to describe the two of them as murderous people.

It is precisely because of their rise in the past two years that there are fewer and fewer fallen people who dare to compete in the Hell Killing Fields.

More people choose to use the games they saved in the past to survive, and those who have run out of games also survive by contributing their blood.

After all, compared to dying in science, lingering is definitely the choice for most people.

Banging on the door suddenly sounded from outside. Yun Feng's suppressed murderous aura rose almost instantly. The small cabin suddenly became cold and condensed. Under the pressure of the murderous aura, a solemn aura filled the air.

The smell of blood was invisibly released from Yun Feng. (End of chapter)

Chapter 294 Hu Liena’s choice!

"Who?"

Yun Feng asked in a deep voice.

"it's me."

A pleasant voice sounded from outside the door.

Although Yun Feng didn't hear this voice many times, he still recognized immediately that the owner of the voice was Hu Liena.

Frowning slightly, Yun Feng thought to himself, why is she here?

At this time, Yun Feng was already deeply affected by the aura of killing.

At least that's the case for now.

But after thinking about Bibi Dong, I was still prepared.

With a wave of his hand, a stream of air surged out and opened the latch.

"Please come in."

Not knowing Hu Liena's purpose of coming here, Yun Feng suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, but he didn't have much vigilance.

His body was already made of fine steel, and he was not afraid of sneak attacks at all.

And he also believed that Hu Liena didn’t have the courage! !

The door opened, and Hu Liena, dressed in black, walked in from the outside.

Her face looked extremely pale, and she was drinking a glass of Bloody Mary slowly in her hand.

This seems to have become a habit of killing the strong men in the capital, and Yun Feng is naturally not exempt from this habit.

And for him, blood is just a supply.

Almost all the fallen who have won more than ten games in the Killing City will often drink blood from unknown sources.

After taking a look at the cup in Hu Liena's hand, Yun Feng just suppressed himself and said slowly:

"anything?"

Hu Liena did not approach Yun Feng, but stood by the door.

She knew very well that in this murderous world, everyone was on extremely high alert.

She didn't want to cause Yun Feng to misunderstand because of her unintentional actions.

"I hope to join forces with you."

Hu Liena directly stated her purpose.

"Join forces?"

When Yun Feng heard this, he looked at her with some doubts in his heart.

However, Yun Feng was also a smart person and quickly figured out what Hu Liena meant, but still said directly:

"You don't know the rules of the Hell Killing Fields, right? There can only be one winner in each game. If we meet, how can we join forces?"

Hu Liena smiled lightly, and the blood-red light in her eyes faded a bit. Just as Yun Feng expected, Hu Liena has been struggling in pain these days, although she has the help of a soul bone in her head to keep her from going crazy.

Plus she has the same strong character.

But compared to Yun Feng, he was still far behind.

Today, I finally suppressed my murderous aura for a while, and then came to see Yun Feng.

"It is impossible for us to meet each other in the game. As long as we have passed fifty wins, according to the rules of the Killing City, we will not meet each other. Otherwise, who would have the possibility of reaching the hundred?"

"I came to you not for this, but to join forces with you when we attack the Road to Hell."

"The road to hell."

Although Yun Feng wanted to invade the Killing City when he first arrived, this place was wrapped in divine power and there was no chance.