Chapter 553 554. Shame on You!

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Yang Ming stood holding the sword, the mysterious sword in his hand was strange, and the lingering killing aura turned into a killing god domain with a diameter of 1,000 meters. Under the endless bloody waves, Yang Ming was set off like a sword god who came out of the sea of ​​blood. , Majestic, not to look directly at.

Under Yang Ming's mutated killing god domain, all attributes of black and white impermanence dropped by 30%, and the only rebellious psychology in his heart was also broken through the psychological defense line under this majestic bloody wave, and he knelt down without hesitation.

For the people in the killing capital, kneeling down and begging for mercy is a very normal thing, just like drinking water and eating.

It's just that in the past, Black and White Wuchang, as the captain of the law enforcement team, has always used tyrannical strength to run rampant in the killing capital. He is the only one who makes people kneel and surrender, and he has no idea of ​​kneeling and surrendering himself.

However, there is great terror in front of life and death!

Only by being alive can one enjoy the glory and wealth, only by being alive can one enjoy the service of beauties, only by being alive can one enjoy the adoration of others.

Black and White Impermanence had lost the spine and dignity of a Titled Douluo since the moment he knelt down to the Slaughter King more than ten years ago, and now he was just planning to change his master, so he could be justified.

Black and White Impermanence is very confident. With his level 91 Title Douluo's strength, even if he joins any force in the outside world, he can become the guest of honor. He believes that with Yang Ming's eyesight, he will never waste his top combat power .

quiet.

Silence without words.

Heiheiwuchang's keen mental power can feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes falling on him. Those pair of indifferent eyes that seem to be high above the sky like gods seem to have the ability to see through people's hearts. Heiheiwuchang feels like he has been stripped naked Poor thing about clothes, all the secrets are exposed under these eyes.

Waiting is an extremely tormenting process.

Especially this process of facing the judgment of one's own life is comparable to the most evil torture in the world.

Sweat like slurry kept sliding down his forehead, cheeks, and tip of his nose, soaking black and white Wuchang's whole body in a short while.

However, Black and White Wuchang waited bitterly, just like Meng Jiangnu was waiting for the sad news that her husband was crushed to death on the Great Wall, and the word "death" fell into his ears mightily.

"What? Dead?"

Black and White Wuchang opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe Yang Ming's decision.

You know, he is a Title Douluo, even if he is only the bottom of the Title Douluo, he is not a Chinese cabbage that can be seen everywhere!

However, Yang Ming didn't give him much time to think.

A stunning sword light passed over his throat.

The head fell to the ground.

With the unwillingness before dying, Black and White Wuchang stared at Yang Ming with resentment, his mouth slightly opened, as if he was cursing Yang Ming for a bad death.

From the broken neck, the thin blood mist seemed to come alive, and poured into the mysterious sword, adding several mysterious engravings to it. The pattern seemed to be a simplified version of a black and white impermanent face, just like a face made of black and white. It was outlined with a few scribbles with a pencil, and people who are not familiar with it really can't see it.

Yang Ming's expression was grim.

Without the slightest regret, he killed this person who might become his subordinate.

Even if the Zhatian Gang lacks high-end combat effectiveness.

But Yang Ming really looked down on soft-boned people like black and white impermanence.

Looking up, his gaze seemed to be able to see through the long distance, the huge pool of blood in that luxurious building, and the man on the throne beside the pool of blood.

"Old man, King of Slaughter, I have killed the strongest dog under your command, why don't you get out of here?"

It seems that because of Yang Ming's repeated provocations, it finally hurt the Slaughter King's nerves.

A ray of blood shot up into the sky, and under the erosion of the blood, all murderers, without exception, melted into puddles of blood like candles within the nearest 500 meters from the luxurious building, merging into the blood .

The extremely sweet smell of blood spreads between heaven and earth.

Those murderers who usually do evil in the inner city of the killing capital ignored the horrible and bloody scene just now, like devout believers seeing the true god they believe in descending from the earth, with blood spurting from their pupils, and they knelt down on the ground with fanatic expressions, far away. He bowed his head to the figure running fast in the air.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..."

The shouting made the gangsters hoarse, but they didn't intend to stop at all.

Amidst the sound of worship, the King of Slaughter arrived in Yan.

It was a tall man, his whole body wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

With a pale complexion, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, and a body slowly descending from the air, it seems that there is no need to be restricted by gravity at all. This is a more advanced application of soul power that only some titled Douluo can control.

Suspended in mid-air at a height of one meter from Yang Ming, the Slaughter King stopped his descent. He deliberately looked down at Yang Ming from the air, and the low but sharp voice sounded:

"The new generation of killing gods, don't push yourself too far!"

"Our previous conflict was nothing more than a villain sowing discord, which is why I ignored your words before, but if I didn't act, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!"

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth rose slightly, and he could see through the essence of the King of Slaughter at a glance.

If he is the real Tang Chen, who can perfectly display the strength of Peerless Douluo, there is no need to talk nonsense, and he can kill himself with a single blow.

It's a pity that he is just a poor worm who is boarded now, and he can't show his great strength. Once the battle is prolonged, there is even a possibility that Tang Chen will regain control of his body, so the King of Slaughter avoids it as much as possible. dispute.

Yang Ming pointed his finger at the King of Slaughter, put on an extremely provocative posture, and said:

"What if I say that I just want to make an inch of it, and I just want to pull shit on your head?"

The Slaughter King's face darkened.

He knew that today must not be kind.

In the next moment, many mysterious blood lines appeared on his pale skin, and a sword-shaped magic line appeared on his forehead. Behind him, a pair of huge blood-red wings spread out, attacking and defending together, which can be used to attack , can be used as a two-sided shield.

Strangely, the Slaughter King didn't reveal any soul rings, as if he was very confident in his own strength.

But Yang Ming knew that the Slaughter King didn't want to, but couldn't, because it would use Tang Chen's own strength.

The voice of the Slaughter King didn't feel human at all, only endlessly cold and strange.

"Since you are shameless, you might as well die. I will leave your whole body, of course, a mummy!"