Chapter 309 A Year Later!

In the strange space left by the God of Ice and Snow, Xiao Jue kept killing the losers one by one.

Xiao Jue was right. After all, they were just losers. If they couldn't defeat them, how could he take revenge?

He kept killing, kept killing, came back with serious injuries again and again, went out again and again after conditioning, and almost died at the hands of others again and again.

He adopted a tactic of killing the weak first and then the strong.

He first killed all those Soul Holy Soul Douluos. Although he took a huge risk every time, and almost died by those people every time, but with this kind of attack again and again, he finally killed all the souls. Saint and Contra were all killed.

The people he killed were basically amazing and brilliant, they were all geniuses, many of them, maybe not inferior in talent to Tang San and the others, but they still died here in the end.

Although Xiao Jue was the Soul Emperor, if he hadn't faced a Limit Douluo like Qian Daoliu, ordinary people would really not be his opponents.

Xiao Jue also discovered the existence of a Limit Douluo in several shots, but Xiao Jue avoided attacking those people first. After all, it is not possible for him to deal with that kind of monster now.

And although this space records the spirit power levels of those who died, Xiao Jue discovered a feature, that is, they are all mechanical. Although they are very powerful, they are all mechanized and have no independent attack consciousness. So their attacks are more cumbersome.

If it weren't for this, if Xiao Jue was really facing 999 talented people, Xiao Jue might have died long ago.

It was because they were mechanized and their attacks had a little regularity, so Xiao Jue was able to escape from their hands.

One person, one knife.

Xiao Jue rushed into the crowd, opened and closed, blood flowed into a river!

He stretched every string and every nerve, and every time he rushed to kill, he would experience a life and death, and he almost died under Titled Douluo's hands several times.

I don't know how many years have passed since ancient times.

And in these years, countless Title Douluo, countless Soul Douluo, and countless amazing people have fallen here.

Every time Xiao Jue attacked, he had to face the pressure of dozens of Titled Douluos.

Fortunately, his practice can repair his body for him. As long as he is injured, his body will automatically recover, and his resilience is amazing. Otherwise, he may have been killed hundreds of times by these people.

Xiao Jue was like this, going out to kill one or two people each time, then dragged his severely injured body back, and rushed out after the wound healed.

Again and again

Just like that, a year passed quickly.

Xiao Jue has grown a lot, and his spirit power has also successfully reached the 69th level, only a little bit closer to the 70th level.

The people inside have been almost killed by him, and now there are only two people left, one is a Limit Douluo, and his strength is almost the same as Qian Daoliu. The only disadvantage is that he is not a real person, Xiao Jue has already figured out his The shot is regular, so it's not particularly difficult to deal with.

The other is the avatar of the God of Ice and Snow.

And Xiao Jue didn't know anything about the avatar of the God of Ice and Snow, because he had never been in contact with him. When he was assessed, the avatar of the God of Ice and Snow had never shot.

But now that it has come to this point, it is only a matter of fighting.

The cold breath is suffocating. In the killing field of hell, a total of ten people slowly entered. Tang San walked in the third place among these ten people. But he was the focus of the other nine.

Sixty-seven entries. It was naturally sixty-seven wins, this was Tang San's current result. In the entire hell killing field, there are only two people with better grades than him. One of them is Hu Liena, who has won 72 victories.

In addition to the power to continue to survive in the killing capital, everyone who comes here to compete is most looking forward to a hundred victories. With the title of 100 Champions, you can permanently become a resident of the Killing City. In addition to not being able to leave here, he has absolute authority here. Can even become a guest of the King of Slaughter.

In the sixty-seventh battle, Tang San's subordinates had already appointed more than a thousand people. However, in the past two months, even after the game, no one has dared to attack him.

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want to end the 100 battles quickly, but because when he won more battles, fewer and fewer people dared to fight when he participated in the killing game. It usually takes a few days to gather ten people. And it's still under the circumstances that Hell's Killing Fields didn't reveal the exact time when he would compete in advance.

Over the past year, Tang San and Hu Liena have become stars of the Killing Fields of Hell. Especially Tang San, who achieved such a result in just one year, he can already be ranked in the top ten since the establishment of the Slaughter City.

Compared to when he first came here, Tang San's expression was more gloomy and cold, and even his body released a faint bloody aura. Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long since become synonymous with him.

It's not that strong spirit power can defeat opponents. In Tang San's hands, several opponents with spirit power exceeding 80 have already died. A soul master without a trace is like a tiger that has lost its claws. What's more, Tang San himself was terrifying like a killing machine.

The most dangerous time was when Tang San, who had just destroyed two opponents with spirit power over 80, walked out of the hell killing field weakly, and was immediately besieged by hundreds of people. The stab wounds that slashed his body were innumerable. But in the end, all those hundred people died. And there are no bones left. And Tang San was bubbling with black gas like that, his muscles rolled up and he crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Three days later, as if nothing had happened, he walked into the killing field of hell again. No one dared to fight that day. In the 24 hours in the killing field of hell, there was no battle. He has the unique skills of Tang Sect that ordinary soul masters do not have, hidden weapons, highly poisonous, controlling cranes and capturing dragons, mysterious jade hands, and ghosts and shadows. There is also a solid Clear Sky Hammer as a weapon. Tang San had never used Blue Silver Grass. Never used the Eight Spider Lances. Purple-level divine light was only eaten once at the most dangerous time. It wasn't that he wanted to hide something from Hu Liena, but the means he left for himself to save his life.

At that time, Tang San became famous in the first battle, and his nickname in the capital of slaughter is now: Shura

At this time, the nine people who entered the arena with Tang San, of course, could not be only five games behind him in winning games, because now Tang San's winning games were already ahead of him by too many. I don't know if Hu Liena deliberately avoided it or if it was the arrangement of the hell killing field. From beginning to end, Tang San never met her. Therefore, both are still alive. Here, Hu Liena also has a nickname, her nickname is the messenger of hell.

At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the hell killing field with Tang San were already trembling, and the remaining six were all sullen. After nine people were locked into the venue. Almost immediately surrounded Tang San in the center. Because they knew that if they didn't kill Tang San, they said they wouldn't be able to live.

In the dark blue pupils, there was a touch of blood red. The cold bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Tang San almost instantly. Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the shudder of the fallen around him.

This year, Tang San's spirit power progressed very little, only one level higher. But he believes that now he can beat the three himself a year ago at the same time. He also became more and more aware of the chill in his father's words. Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can we understand the true meaning of actual combat.

Roaring, hissing, nine voices sounded almost simultaneously from nine directions around Tang San. Those nine opponents rushed towards Tang San at the same time.

Opening his eyes abruptly, what Tang San saw was not the opponent in front of him. It was Hu Liena, who was standing there in the dark corner of the auditorium of Hell's Killing Field.

It's been a year, and Hu Liena has watched almost all of Tang San's games.

But she found that she couldn't see through this man. From this man, she even felt an unprecedented fear.

Not because of Tang San's endless murderous methods. But because of this man's perseverance.