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This woman is one of the mainstays of the Wuhundian Academy team, and the only female in the golden generation of Wuhundian, Hu Liena, the demon fox.

Why is she here?

This was the first thought in Hemingway's mind. He doesn't read much about the original work, so he only has a general understanding of the framework. Some of the plot details are not very clear.

His eyes fell on Hu Liena subconsciously. Perhaps it was because Hemingway's gaze was too dazzling, or it was because he was out of step with this world, and Hu Liena, who was holding a dagger, saw him at a glance.

With eyes facing each other, Hu Liena was stunned for a moment, and Hemingway was also a little surprised. Naturally, Hu Liena couldn't recognize Hemingway, who was on the field now. The thought that arose in her heart was that there is still a normal person in this nasty place?

But Hemingway’s surprise came from the awe-inspiring murderous aura on Hu Liena at this time. Like him, Hu Liena’s aura was obviously different from the fallen ones in the Slaughter City. The murderous aura on her was the kind of rejection and a thousand miles away. . Even the charm in his eyes has disappeared.

At this moment, Hemingway suddenly felt a chill from the diagonal stab rushing towards him, and Hu Liena, who was in front of him, suddenly moved, holding a dagger, and rushing towards him quickly.

Hemingway didn't panic when he saw this scene, and moved his fingers, because seeing and hearing colors had already presented everything clearly in his eyes.

There was a crisp ding sound. What was surprising was that Hu Liena's sword didn't stab Hemingway, but blocked the side of his previous position, just blocking a cold-lighted machete.

The one who attacked Hemingway from the side was a short man in black. At this time, he was completely fixed there motionless. At the center of the eyebrow, a drop of blood slowly slipped off. Was pierced by an invisible spirit!

It felt like this man was killed by Hemingway and Hu Liena.

As a bystander, the black gauze girl saw the whole process. The murderous aura on Hu Liena's body locked the man holding the scimitar, and the opponent's body shook with a sword shake, and the invisible aura from Hemingway's hand ended his life.

It turned out that Tang San had been more than ten meters away from the black yarn girl because he saw Hu Liena stop.

The assailant crashed to the ground, and Hu Liena turned to look at Hemingway, with a hint of splendor in her eyes. At this time, he was not the appearance of the clone Shuirou, but the main body personally played. So naturally it is majestic, with cold eyes! In the eyes of the real strong, there is a kind of boldness exuding invisible!

"thanks."

Although it was not necessary, Hemingway nodded to Hu Liena. He still has a certain understanding of this original character. Looks like a character who fell in love with Tang San for what reason in the later period?

Hu Liena looked at the black gauze girl who walked up to Hemingway with a smile on her face. I have to say that her appearance is very beautiful, not inferior to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong. It's more mature and charming than they don't have.

"Are you new here?"

Hemingway nodded.

Hu Liena's eyes moved slightly, "It's better to be careful here at every crisis. It doesn't seem like you look like a fallen one." After saying this, she took a deep look at Hemingway. Walked in the darkness at the other end of the street.

"If you want to live, you'd better not get close to this woman." The black yarn girl's voice sounded in Hemingway's ear, and her words clearly contained a bit of hostility towards Hu Liena.

"Why?" Hemingway also wanted to know why Hu Liena appeared here, as well as the more detailed situation here. After all, only a few words in the original work and other information collected are not detailed enough.

The black yarn girl said: "This woman has been in the Slaughter City for almost two months. Within two months, the Hell Slaughter Field has won 16 battles and 16 wins. All opponents were tortured and killed by her. In the Slaughter City, she is now Has been able to rank in the 100th place."

"Sixteen wins can be ranked in the hundred?" Hemingway said curiously.

The black gauze girl glanced at Hemingway, as if she was looking at an idiot, "Mr. 9527, you don't look like an idiot. Do you think the battle in the killing field of **** is the same as the battlefield of the outside world?

Here, every battle is divided into birth and death, and even the winner is likely to be attacked after the game. Being able to maintain a record of 16 victories is already quite terrifying. To be precise, no one here will be your friend. Everyone may have murderous intentions on you. Even the groaning woman under you. "

"Teached." Hemingway smiled indifferently. He has faintly guessed that Hu Liena's purpose is very likely to be the same as himself. It seems that this woman is really courageous.

"Let's go, the Hell Killing Field is in front of you. The core of the Killing City lies."

Under the leadership of the black yarn girl, Hemingway saw a special building. The building is circular, or more accurately, a non-standard cone. The area underneath is the largest, and it narrows as it moves upward. At a height of almost 30 meters above the ground, it kept the same diameter and extended upwards until it reached fifty meters.

The area of ​​this **** killing field is indeed not small, it is similar to the ordinary Great Arena of Souls that Hemingway has visited, and it is smaller than the Great Arena of Souls in Heaven Dou City.

The black building gave people a very depressing feeling. The black yarn girl introduced to Hemingway that the location of this **** killing site was the center of the entire killing capital. It can be seen how important it is in the killing capital.

"Are there no rules for fighting here?" Hemingway asked.

The black yarn girl said: "It's very simple. After entering, use your own ID card to sign up. Then wait for the game to start. During the waiting period, no hands are allowed. Each group of people enters the killing field. No matter what you use. The method, as long as you can come out alive in the end. There is only one person in each group who can come out alive."

Ten saves one, and it really deserves to be the capital of slaughter.

Hemingway continued to ask: "Then how can we win the so-called championship?"

The black gauze girl looked at Hemingway in surprise, "As long as you can participate in a hundred games, you are the champion. However, the number one player in the Hell Killing Field now only participated in 67 games. Every time you participate in a game. , Your identity card will have one more victory. You can live here for another year, and you can enjoy yourself in the inner city. Of course, you have to make sure that you can still live after having fun."

"I want to go in and take a look."

The black gauze girl said: "The qualification to watch the game is to contribute a cup of Bloody Mary. It can be yours or someone else's. As long as you don't feel tired, you can keep watching after you enter. The game is constantly going on. As long as someone signs up, If you gather ten people, you can start a game."

Hemingway frowned slightly, and he couldn't figure out why this Slaughter would pay so much attention to blood. At this moment, several people were walking into the killing field from outside, and as expected, as the black yarn girl said, everyone was holding a cup of scarlet blood in their hands.

With a move in his heart, Hemingway already had an idea. Stride towards the last of those who are ready to enter. It was a brawny bald man with a naked upper body and a tattoo on his chest. It's just that because of the criss-crossing scars, the *** case did not look beautiful, but was full of evil spirits.

"Give me your Bloody Mary." Blocking the way of the bald man, Hemingway extended his right hand to him. The bald man froze for a moment, and looked at the black gauze girl next to Hemingway, his eyes flashing fiercely.

The black girl's eager voice sounded, "Mr. 9527, if you take the initiative to provoke, the protection of the newcomer will not work."

This sentence not only reminded Hemingway, but also reminded the bald head. Amidst the grinning laughter, he didn't know where the bald head conjured a sawtooth machete, and he chopped it down towards Hemingway. His movements didn't look fast, but there was a feeling that the mountains were overwhelming. That is a strong spirit power fluctuation.

At least level fifty.

This is the judgment Hemingway gave to his opponent. But the hand he stretched out did not retract. Turning the right palm up, making a gesture of holding the sky, in the palm of the palm, an invisible force drew the opponent's machete to the side.

At the same time, his left foot took a quick step forward, narrowing the distance between himself and his bald head. Can't use soul skills, the best place to display melee melee skills, and coincidentally, Hemingway's strongest melee ability is!

The bald burly man felt that the serrated machete in his hand slid sideways as if he was about to get out of control, and was caught by Hemingway's raised right hand.

Hemingway pulled forward hard. His shoulders sank and he slammed directly into the opponent's chest. The powerful physical power made him speed as fast as lightning. In addition, he grabbed the opponent's weapon empty-handed, which made the opponent appear flawed for a moment, and the movement like clouds and water suddenly gained the upper hand.

But the bald man reacted very quickly. He released the machete in his hand for the first time, and the cup held in his other hand slammed directly toward Hemingway's door, while his body flew back, his hands resting on his chest.

Half-turning his body, Hemingway abruptly removed his forward momentum, shaking his left hand, he had already inserted the cup into his hand, and his wrist trembled strangely, but not a single drop of blood was spilled from it.

"thanks."

After getting the Bloody Mary, Hemingway didn't say much, turned around and walked inside.

Although the brawny bald man was not hit, the power that Hemingway exploded at that moment still surprised him. His face was full of hideous colors, but strangely, he didn't mean to take back his **** Mary. Turn around and leave without stopping.

"Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself." Hemingway walked forward, turning the wrist of the hand holding the serrated machete at random, shaking the fingertips several times, and the machete had quietly flew out. .

Such a huge weapon turned into an afterimage silently.

At this time, the bald man had turned to the other side of the street, and he could not see him from Hemingway's position. However, that saw-tooth machete made a beautiful arc like eyes. Only a scream sounded in the dark. After that, there was no more sound.

"Let's go." Hemingway said calmly to the somewhat sluggish black gauze girl.

"You..." This is the second time that the black yarn girl has seen Hemingway do it. Compared with the first time, this time it has brought her even greater shock. She knew the brawny bald man. In the killing fields of hell, the bald head had persisted for seven games. In other words, he was the only survivor from the seventy people.

It seemed that the young man in front of him was not much better than his opponent, but killing him was as simple as squeezing an ant.

The inside of the killing fields of **** is more primitive than the outside. There is no isolation, and the periphery is a circle of stands extending upward. Below this is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters. At this time, there were not many people watching the game, and only less than 20% of the stadium was occupied.

Inside the venue, a scream was constantly sounding. There were a total of ten people, and there were already seven corpses. Only the last three people are fighting for survival.

When he started, the Cup of Bloody Mary that Tang San was holding was poured into a huge container.

"Trouble you, sign up for me. I want to participate in the next game." Hemingway said to the black yarn girl.

At this time, the black yarn girl no longer thought that the young man in front of her was an idiot, and Hemingway's strength made her involuntarily give birth to a trace of fear. Nodded without hesitation, and went with the identification card handed over by Hemingway. For the killing capital, Hemingway's only feeling was nausea.

Therefore, he is unwilling to delay even one day in this ruined place. After a hundred victories to win the championship, and then challenge the road to hell, you will be able to leave here.

He has decided that the battle will begin today and now.

From a distance, he felt a beam of attention cast on him, turned his head to look, and saw that the person looking at him was Hu Liena.

The journey of killing began on this day.

In this gloomy world ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ in this **** and depraved world. People not only want to win one victory after another, but they also have to go out alive.

Three days after entering the killing capital, Hemingway had already killed more than three digits of the fallen. And he participated in only two games.

After three days, Hemingway understood that in this place, it is not the enemies in the killing fields of **** that are truly terrifying. It's the constant sneak attacks that you have to face when you are at your weakest after the game. No wonder Hu Liena only played 16 games in two months.

One month later, Hemingway's number of wins in the Killing Fields of Hell has increased to nine. Now there are fewer and fewer people who dared to attack him. But it is getting stronger.

As the number of wins increased, he learned another rule. That is, in each new game, the opponent you face cannot participate in the **** killing field game less than five times. Unless everyone is less than himself and exceeds this number.

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