Chapter 529 530. I Don't Know Your Names, but I Know the Date of Your Death

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Hell Killing Fields.

The nine murderers looked at each other and surrounded Yang Ming in a tacit understanding.

From Yang Ming's youthful face and neat and clean attire, these murderers knew that Yang Ming was a rookie who had just entered the killing ground.

In the eyes of these old fritters, the newcomers are big fat sheep that move one by one. They may have strength, but their minds are not firm enough, and their hands are soft. They are simply the best soft persimmons to pinch.

Since there is such a scumbag, the nine of them naturally choose to eliminate Yang Ming first, and then consider how to kill the "companions" around them.

Invisible malice and killing enveloped Yang Ming. Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he didn't pay attention to these people.

Seeing Yang Ming's picture of a bird, a grumpy murderer suddenly said angrily:

"Good boy, you look so thin and tender, I wonder how your meat will taste after you are slaughtered?"

As he said that, as if thinking of the delicious taste, the other party showed a row of teeth missing a few front teeth, and laughed straight away.

The other eight people also had strange eyes and laughed together.

People who don't know think they are cannibals.

But in the city of killing, this phenomenon is very normal. When a person is killed, not only will he die, but even the human flesh will be eaten by this group of dehumanized murderers. Peel it off, just to make a human skin garment.

Is this because there is nothing to eat and nothing to wear in the inner city?

Not really.

As long as you enter the inner city, there will be unlimited food and beverages to ensure everyone's food and clothing.

But it's a pity that as long as you stay in the killing capital for a long time, your brain will be abnormal, and you will develop some jaw-dropping hobbies.

If these people are released, each of them will be a murderer who can create horrific murders.

Surrounded by vicious words and laughter, Yang Ming's eyes turned cold.

Yang Ming is not considered a holy mother, and he doesn't care much about the fate of those irrelevant people, but what these people said really disgusted him, and made him have the urge to spit out the overnight meal.

"Clang!"

With a sound of sword chant, the mysterious sword fell into Yang Ming's palm.

This magic weapon, which looks like a sword but not a sword, or a sword but not a sword, reflects Yang Ming's handsome face.

"Little brother, are you stabbing us to death with this toothpick?"

"Hey hey, what can you do with this toy sword?"

The nine murderers didn't care at all, and didn't even realize that the sword in Yang Ming's hand was not a supernatural object, but a martial soul. They just took out their own weapons, mace, iron claw, meteor hammer, sword, etc. , each with a weapon, grinned and said wildly:

"Little brother, if you lie down and give Grandpa a pose, so that Grandpa can relax before you die, maybe Grandpa will make your death pain less painful."

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, determined not to let these guys talk nonsense.

Because he was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would be so disgusted that he would not be able to eat.

In the short period of time just now, Yang Ming has detected the strength of the nine people in front of him by virtue of his excellent divine sense. respect.

This kind of strength has long been ignored by Yang Ming.

But in fact, this is the norm in the killing fields of hell.

Most of the killing competitions in the hell killing field are ordinary people and low-level soul masters. The number of mid-level soul masters is relatively small, and the number of high-level soul masters is even less. Inside the law enforcement team.

The mysterious sword pointed obliquely at the person in front, Yang Ming sneered and said:

"I don't know your names, but I know the date of your death."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of King Glory Ake, and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"no!"

As soon as he started speaking, Yang Ming's feet frantically clicked, combined with the wind walk of the navy's six-style shaving and the wave-riding slash, he disappeared in the eyes of the nine murderers in an instant.

After the words fell, Yang Ming returned to his original position, and even the pose for taking pictures did not change.

The faces of the nine thugs were full of teasing, and they thought Yang Ming was putting on airs.

But in the next moment, they felt the world spinning, as if the figure in front of them was very familiar.

"That's... our... corpse?"

The head fell to the ground, and the Kuroshio wiped out consciousness.

In less than a second, nine murderers were killed, so fast that people didn't even realize it.

The audience on the guest seat did not have any cheers, but looked at Yang Ming with deep fear. Many audiences had already labeled Yang Ming as "invincible" in their hearts, and secretly warned themselves in their hearts, see you later When you get to Yang Ming, you must take a detour, and don't fight against him.

Yang Ming didn't know how many troubles he had avoided by his actions today.

You must know that the most terrifying thing in this ghostly place of the Slaughtering Capital is not the enemies of the Slaughtering Fields of Hell, but the human heart and human nature.

Many people, either to eradicate potential threats, simply to kill, or for strange fetishes, will follow the contestants after they win.

Often after a match in the Hell Slaughtering Fields, even if the contestants win, they will still win miserably.

It is precisely because of this that after the game is over, it is often the most dangerous time.

Most of these viewers are not to watch the game, but to observe the opponent, or to record information and sell it.

The scene where Yang Ming dealt with his opponents simply and neatly calmed down many plotters and saved him from many unnecessary troubles.

Hu Liena, who was also on the guest seat, stared at Yang Ming's leaving back with her beautiful eyes, her expression was extremely complicated, and she murmured:

"He's gotten stronger again."

For some reason, Hu Liena felt that she should be angry, but somehow she felt proud.

Holding her hot cheeks with both hands, Hu Liena's heart was in a mess.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of Hell Slaughtering Field, Yang Ming saw the black-veiled girl walking towards him, and said in astonishment:

"I thought you were gone."

The girl in black gauze looked Yang Ming up and down, frowned, and said:

"You came out so soon? You can't lie to me, you didn't participate in the competition at all, you just went to watch the competition."

No wonder the girl in black gauze was suspicious, it really took less than five minutes for Yang Ming to enter the hell killing field and then come out.

Fast gunners are not so fast, are they?

Yang Ming shrugged, and didn't waste his time explaining to the black-veiled girl, saying:

"Find me a hotel quickly, I'm almost sleepy."

Seeing Yang Ming's nonchalant appearance, the girl in black gauze was startled and suspicious, and secretly said:

"It seems that another terrific guy has entered the Slaughter Capital. If you have time, you have to report this information to the higher authorities."