Lord of Shura Palace of Douluo

Soon, Tang Ling had repeated this experience for a year. In this year, Tang Ling had sixty killing fields and sixty consecutive victories.

Everyone who comes here to participate in the competition, in addition to the right to continue to survive in the Killing City, is most looking forward to a hundred victories. With the title of 100-game champion, you can become a resident of the Killing City permanently, except that you cannot leave here. Besides, he has extremely high authority here. You can even become the guest of the King of Slaughter.

Countless people died at Tang Ling's hands. Even he himself couldn't remember how many he killed. After all, there are always people who don't have eyes to sneak up on them. This is a free Bloody Mary, so why don't you want it?

And slowly, as long as he appears, it will be difficult to gather ten people in the killing field. Naturally, the plan of one game a day only takes less than a week to implement. It usually takes several days, a week or two to gather ten people. Personally, Hell Killing Fields did not reveal in advance that he would be participating.

Compared with when he first came here, the coldness in Tang Ling's expression was no longer concealed. He even exuded a bloody aura from his body. Coldness, bloodthirsty, and cruelty had long become synonymous with him.

It doesn't take strong soul power to defeat opponents. In Tang Ling's hands, several opponents with soul powers over level 80 have died. A soul master who has not been around is like a tiger that has lost its claws. What's more, Tang Ling Itself and the Shura Sword are even more terrifying like a killing machine.

Tang Ling's killing techniques were extremely simple. He sealed the throat with one sword, pierced the heart with one sword, and cut in half. He never put much effort into it and never let blood stains on himself. No matter how many people besieged him, that sword was superb. , it was like having independent thoughts in his hands, killing invisible, and Tang Ling's eyes were calm from beginning to end, not getting excited because of killing, not feeling sick because of blood, it was like he had no emotions. machine, eternally rational.

No one in the killing field wants to face him. His nickname in the killing field is: King Shura, which is the same name as the sword in his hand.

For a whole year, in the constant killing, Tang Ling's soul power had reached level 55. At this time, he was in his room, looking at the white flower in his hand. A type of top-quality fairy grass, its consumption requirements are strict, which is why Tang Ling waited until now to take it out.

His fingertips slipped, and blood spurted out from his wrist. Tang Ling clenched his fist and let the blood continue to fall on the heart of the flower. Slowly, as ten minutes passed, the originally white flower turned into blood red, and each piece The petals seemed to be soaked with blood and looked particularly charming. The heart of the flower could no longer hold so much blood, so the blood flowed down the petals and sprinkled on the ground, forming a bloody sea of ​​flowers.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room. Tang Ling didn't care about the wrist where the artery had been cut, and casually tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around the incision.

Tang Ling picked off two petals and put them in his mouth. His body began to heat up, and his skin glowed red. The murderous aura in his body suddenly burst out. Tang Ling opened his eyes, and his blood-red eyes were unusually penetrating. He forcibly controlled the murderous intention in himself. Under his intentional control, the murderous intention slowly converged under the red light.

Two hours later, the hot body became cooler, and the murderous aura in his body seemed to disappear. The scarlet eyes turned back to their original amber color, just like they looked before Tang Ling came here a year ago, without any change. But his own soul power is slowly improving.

Blood Cliff Yin, after taking it, can transform the murderous intention in the user and integrate it into one body. In other words, these murderous intentions are no longer illusory things. As long as Tang Ling wants to, it can be embodied.

When he was choosing the jelly grass, he took a fancy to it at first sight. Naturally, he entered the Killing City for it. The effect of this jelly grass in clearing the veins is also not small, but if the user's consciousness is not firm, it is very likely that Fall into killing forever and become a real killing machine.

When he walked out the door, it was time for today's killing field.

Of course, the nine people who entered the field with Tang Ling at this time could not have only five wins behind him, because Tang Ling's wins were already far ahead.

At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the Hell Killing Fields with Tang Ling were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all sullen. When the nine people were imprisoned in the field, Tang Ling was almost immediately killed. Ling gathered in the center because they knew that if they didn't kill Tang Ling, none of them would survive.

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

Tang Ling was unmoved. When the nine people were only two meters away from him, Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Kill--"

Circles of white killing intent instantly enveloped the nine people. For a moment, the nine people were surprised to find that they could not make a sound no matter what. A coldness surged from their hearts and their bodies slowed down. The people watching the battle outside were also surprised to find that the nine people were shrouded in black and white, and they could not see anything clearly.

The materialized murderous intention turned into the toughest sharp blade, like a whirlpool, constantly strangling and cutting the nine people inside. Ten seconds passed, and Tang Ling was still standing in the middle. The nine people had fallen to the ground, and there was no one on them. The intact skin and flesh were completely changed beyond recognition, the remaining limbs and arms were shattered on the ground, and the scene became quiet.

Tang Ling turned around and left the field without even looking. His sixty-one consecutive victory was over.

The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. The crystals outline a drum-tower-like form. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"King Shura has won another game, winning 61 times in a row." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be seen clearly. He could only vaguely see that the man was slender.

"Great King, should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"Yes." The woman did not deny it. In her eyes, King Shura was a very terrifying existence.

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"

"It's only a matter of time before he completes 100 games, but he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet."

The King of Slaughter said coldly, "There is no need to touch him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhundian thousands of years ago, who knows when they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly, "Martial Soul Hall has no time to take care of us now. Don't try to get close to King Shura, because he is the descendant of that Lord."

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(End of this chapter)