(1st Update)

The Killing Capital.

Inside the tavern.

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

The person dressed as a junior put the dishes in his hands on the table one by one, with a humble and respectful look between his eyebrows.

Yang Ming picked up the wine glass, with a hint of mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, just when Xiao Er thought that Yang Ming was going to drink the wine, unexpectedly, Yang Ming's right hand shook, and the wine in the wine glass turned into water arrows and splashed towards Xiao Er's face.

"Exposed!"

Xiao Er's face changed in shock, his heels were raised, his toes touched the ground like a night cat walking, and his body quickly retreated.

"Zila!"

The wine fell into the air and landed on the vacant wooden board, and the highly toxic wine corroded directly on the ground to create pitted traces, emitting wisps of green smoke, and it was very toxic at a glance.

"Do it!"

Seeing that Xiao Er's poisoning failed, the guests who were originally sparsely seated in the tavern immediately took up the case, their faces were hideous, and all kinds of weapons in their hands were aimed at Yang Ming, who was sitting in place.

Sword light, sword shadow.

Ambush on all sides, killing machine spontaneously.

The smile on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth did not decrease, and he spat lightly in his mouth:

"HRE Celestial Sign!"

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

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A series of crashing sounds sounded, followed by the crisp cracking sound of a bone being smashed by repulsion.

One by one, the figures came and went faster, like broken sandbags flying upside down, smashing the wooden tables and chairs around them, messing all over the ground, and the blood was scattered, as beautiful as cherry blossoms falling, but the smell of blood in the air that gradually became stronger did not have the slightest sense of beauty at all.

Yang Ming has become accustomed to this, surrounded by dead corpses, he indifferently picked up a piece of roast chicken and put it in his mouth, and complained without changing his face: "It's so salty!" ”

It has been more than two months since he came to the Killing Capital, and Yang Ming was able to deter some ordinary people and low-level soul masters with his strength at first, but as his winning streak in the Hell Killing Ground grew, many middle and high-level soul masters began to sit still, or openly or secretly provoking others to start isolating Yang Ming and targeting Yang Ming.

Poisoning, assassination, astringent temptation......

Bitter meat plan, beauty plan......

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

Once even more exaggerated, a sixty-third level Soul Emperor, with more than 400 people, surrounded the hotel where Yang Ming was staying, piled up matches, poured fire oil, and lit a fire, wanting to burn Yang Ming alive in the hotel.

If you change to an ordinary soul master, in this ghost place where the soul skill is sealed, you really can't say that these people will succeed.

In that battle, Yang Ming killed rivers of blood, and the murderous aura filled the heavens and the earth.

Coming back to his senses from his memories, Yang Ming flipped his palm, and the mysterious sword appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, from the body of the corpse that had just died, a bloody breath that was difficult to see the naked eye was emanating, which was wrapped in all kinds of negative emotions before death, chagrin, resentment, and remorse......

These darkest things in the world may not directly affect people's minds, but if they are under the subtle influence of years and months, they will gradually change a person's mind, making an honest person gradually become a terrifying murderer.

Ever since he killed hundreds of people in a row that time, Yang Ming had found that every time he killed a person in the Killing Capital, the aura emitted by the other party before he died would wrap around the murderer and affect him little by little.

Even in the original book, Tang San could only rely on Xuantian Gong to suppress it, but he couldn't channel it.

Everyone knows that it is better to block than to sparse, but it is easier said than done, in the original book, Tang San was later affected by his mind, which had bad consequences.

Yang Ming was not so troublesome.

The mysterious sword in his hand was like a high-powered vacuum cleaner, and under the fine control of Yang Ming's reincarnation eye, the killing aura gathered around it was instilled into the mysterious sword's body.

It can be faintly found that the sword body outlines a trace of mysterious blood, writhing like a living loach, and if you stare at it for a long time, it will even cause negative emotions to people.

"The Hidden Secrets of the Killing Capital."

Yang Ming ate and drank to his heart's content, patted the dust that was not on his clothes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"It's really exciting."

Leaving the corpses full of the tavern alone, Yang Ming walked out of the gate in a dashing manner and walked in the direction of the Hell Killing Field.

For the strong, it is easy to win in the Hell Killing Field, but the vast majority of strong people will not be as crazy as Yang Ming, and they will come to participate in a killing feast in the Hell Killing Field every day.

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

In addition, after being injured in the killing capital, it is difficult for the injured to find a means of treatment, and once they are injured, they will become a sweet spot in the eyes of others, and many people choose to come to the Hell Killing Ground once a month, even if they are strong, they will come every few days.

The results of more than two months have been fruitful.

Yang Ming is now in the Hell Killing Field, and the number of victories has increased to more than sixty, and it is not far from a hundred victories.

It's just that with the increase in Yang Ming's victories, it is not as convenient as before to match the right enemy, because every time a new match is played, the opponent who needs to face cannot participate in the Hell Killing Match five times less than the candidate, unless everyone exceeds this number less than Yang Ming.

This also means that the opponents that Yang Ming can match are all opponents from sixty to seventy games, and there are very few such opponents in the killing capital, and this kind of player is also very life-sparing, basically if he can not participate, he will not participate, and if he has to participate, he will be affected by the end of the month.

Yang Ming has received a lot of attention along the way.

Hu Liena seemed to have known that Yang Ming would come at this time, and waited at the gate of the Hell Killing Field early in the morning, looking at Yang Ming holding the sword scabbard in his arms, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his face was calm and calm, just like a young man who had returned from a thousand sails, Hu Liena's expression was extremely complicated.

Especially seeing Yang Ming's eyes that were not stained with a killing aura, as warm as jade as usual, Hu Liena pursed her lower lip.

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 Fields once a day.

It's a pity that Hu Liena doesn't have Yang Ming's means, and now she has been deeply implanted in her body by the killing aura, 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 with silky eyes and said:

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

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