Chapter 530 531. Hu Liena: Come to the Health Room After School

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Killing Capital.

Inside the tavern.

"Guest officer, this is the wine and food you ordered, please take it slowly."

A person dressed as a waiter put the dishes in his hands on the table one by one, with a humble and respectful look on his brows.

Yang Ming picked up the wine glass, with a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth, just when Xiao Er thought that Yang Ming was about to drink the wine, unexpectedly, Yang Ming shook his right hand and poured out the wine in the glass. It turned into a water arrow and splashed towards Xiaoer's face.

"Exposed!"

Xiao Er's face changed in shock, he lifted his heels, pointed his toes on the ground like a night cat walking, and retreated quickly.

"Zi La!"

The wine fell into empty space and landed on the empty wooden board. The highly poisonous wine directly corroded the pits and pits on the ground, and there were wisps of smoke. It was very poisonous at first glance.

"Do it!"

Seeing that Xiao Er failed to poison, the guests who had been sitting sparsely in the tavern immediately jumped up, showing ferocious expressions, and pointed all kinds of weapons in their hands at Yang Ming who was sitting upright.

Sword light, sword shadow.

Ambushes from all sides, murderous intentions arise.

The smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth remained undiminished, and he uttered softly:

"Shenluo Tianzheng!"

In the next moment, with Yang Ming's seat as the center, a physical repulsion barrier blasted towards the murderers who rushed around.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

There was a series of collision sounds, followed by the crackling sound of bones being broken by the repulsive force.

The figures came and went even faster, flying upside down like broken sandbags, smashing the surrounding wooden tables and chairs to pieces, making a mess all over the ground, blood dripping, as beautiful as cherry blossoms falling, but the air in the air The smell of blood gradually became stronger, but there was no sense of beauty at all.

Yang Ming is already used to this. Surrounded by dead bodies, he calmly picked up a piece of roast chicken and put it in his mouth, and even complained without changing his expression: "It's so salty!"

It has been more than two months since he came to the Slaughtering City. At the beginning, Yang Ming was able to deter some ordinary people and low-level soul masters by virtue of his strength. The young, middle and senior soul masters couldn't sit still anymore, and they either explicitly or secretly urged others to isolate and target Yang Ming.

Poisoning, assassination, seduction...

Bitter tricks, beauty tricks...

Today's scene is just a small scene for Yang Ming.

Once it was even more exaggerated. A sixty-three-level soul emperor, with more than 400 people, surrounded the hotel where Yang Ming lived, piled up matches, poured kerosene, and lit the fire, trying to kill Yang Ming alive. burned to death in the hotel.

If it were an ordinary soul master, in this ghost place where the soul skills were sealed, it's really not certain that these people would succeed.

In that battle, Yang Ming killed blood rivers all over the ground, and the murderous aura filled the world.

After recovering from the memory, Yang Ming turned his palm over, and the mysterious sword appeared in his hand.

All of a sudden, from the corpse that just died, a bloody aura that is invisible to the naked eye is wafting out, and it is wrapped in all kinds of negative emotions before dying, such as annoyance, resentment, regret...

These darkest things in the world may not directly affect people's minds, but if they are subtly influenced over the years, they will gradually change a person's mind, turning an honest person into a terrifying murderer gradually.

Ever since he killed hundreds of people in a row, Yang Ming discovered that every time he killed a person in the city of killing, the aura emitted by the other person before his death would entangle the murderer and affect him little by little.

Even in the original book, Tang San could only rely on Xuantian Kungfu to suppress, but not to guide.

Everyone knows the truth that blocking is worse than sparse, but knowing it is easier than doing it. In the original book, Tang San was still affected by his mind, which produced bad consequences.

Yang Ming is not so troublesome.

The mysterious sword in his hand is like a high-power vacuum cleaner. Under the fine control of Yang Ming's reincarnation eyes, it infuses the killing atmosphere gathered around it into the mysterious sword.

One can faintly notice that traces of mysterious bloodlines are outlined on the blade of the sword, twisting like a living loach. If one stares at it for a long time, it will even arouse people's negative emotions.

"The secret hidden in the killing capital."

Yang Ming ate and drank enough, patted the dust that was not on his clothes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"It's really exciting."

Leaving the tavern full of corpses alone, Yang Ming stepped out of the gate and walked towards the killing field of hell.

For the strong, it is easy to win consecutively in the killing field of hell, but most of the strong are not as crazy as Yang Ming, and they will come to participate in the killing feast in the killing field of hell every day.

Because in the killing capital, it is easy to win consecutively, but it is very difficult to face all kinds of sneak attacks when you are weakest after victory.

In addition, after being injured in the killing capital, it is difficult for the injured to find a means of treatment. Once injured, it will become a favorite in the eyes of others. Many people choose to come to the killing field of hell once a month. It is a strong one, and it comes once every few days.

The results of more than two months are fruitful.

Yang Ming is now in the Hell Slaughtering Fields, and the number of victories has increased to more than 60, which is not far from the 100 victories.

However, with the increase of Yang Ming's victories, it is not as convenient to match suitable enemies as before, because in each new game, the number of times the opponents need to face to participate in the Hell Slaughtering Fields cannot be compared with the number of contestants. Five times less, unless everyone is less than Yang Ming and exceeds this number.

This also means that the opponents that Yang Ming can match are all opponents who have played 60 to 70 matches. This kind of opponent is very rare in the killing capital, and this kind of player is also very life-saving. Basically, they can not participate. If you don't participate, if you insist on participating, you will wait until the end of your own month.

Along the way, Yang Ming received a lot of vague attention.

Hu Liena seemed to have known that Yang Ming would come at this time. She had been waiting at the gate of the Hell Slaughtering Field early in the morning. Seeing Yang Ming holding the scabbard in his arms, his clothes clean and tidy, and his expression calm and calm, like a boy who had returned from a thousand sails, Hu Liena's expression was extraordinarily complicated. .

Especially when she saw that Yang Ming's eyes, which were not stained with killing breath, were as gentle as jade as usual, Hu Liena pursed her lower lip tightly.

Before Yang Ming came to the Killing Capital, Hu Liena participated in the Hell Killing Fields once every five days on average.

But after Yang Ming came, in order to prove that she was not inferior to him, Hu Liena also maintained the frequency of participating in the hell killing field once a day.

It's a pity that Hu Liena doesn't have Yang Ming's means, and now the killing breath has been deeply implanted in her body. Even if her mind is as tough as hers, she can't suppress the boiling blood in her body.

Hu Liena looked at Yang Ming winkingly, and said:

"Yang Ming, I'll wait for you after you finish the game."