(2nd Update)

Yang Ming stood with his sword in his hand, the mysterious sword in his hand was evil, and the lingering killing aura turned into a thousand-meter-diameter killing god realm, under the endless blood-colored wave, Yang Ming was like a sword god killed from the sea of blood, majestic and majestic, and could not be looked at directly.

Under Yang Ming's mutated God Killing Domain, the full attributes of black and white impermanence dropped by three percent, and the only resistance in his heart was also broken through the psychological defense line under this majestic blood-colored wave, and he knelt down without hesitation.

For the people of the Killing Capital, it is a very normal thing to kneel and surrender and beg for mercy without dying, as ordinary as drinking water and eating.

It's just that in the past, as the captain of the law enforcement team, Black and White Impermanence has always been a rampant killing capital with brutal strength, and he is the only one who makes people kneel and surrender, and he has no idea of kneeling and surrendering.

However, there is a great terror in the face of life and death!

Only by living can we enjoy the glory and wealth, only by living, can we enjoy the service of beauty, and only by living, can we enjoy the adoration of others.

Black and white impermanence had already lost the backbone and dignity of Title Douluo since the moment he knelt down to the King of Killing more than ten years ago, and now he was just planning to change his master, and he could be even more confident.

Black and white impermanence is very confident, with his strength of level 91 Title Douluo, even if he defects to a force in the outside world, he can become a guest of honor, he believes that with Yang Ming's eyes, he will definitely not waste such a top combat power as himself.

Quiet.

Silent silence.

Black and white impermanence is keen, and he can feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes falling on him, the pair of eyes that seem to be as cold as a god above the sky, as if he has the ability to see through people's hearts, black and white impermanence feels like a poor worm stripped naked, and all secrets are exposed under these eyes.

Waiting is a very painful process.

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

Sweat like a slurry continued to slide down the forehead, cheeks, and tip of the nose, and in a short time, the black and white impermanence of the whole body was soaked.

However, the black and white impermanence waited bitterly, just like Meng Jiangnu waited for the bad news that her husband was crushed to death in the Great Wall, and the word "death" fell into his ears mightily.

"What? Die? ”

Black and white impermanence's eyes widened, and it seemed that it was incredulous to believe Yang Ming's decision.

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

It's just that Yang Ming didn't give him much time to think.

A stunning sword light passed through his throat.

The head falls to the ground.

With the unwillingness before death, black and white impermanence stared at Yang Ming viciously, his mouth slightly open, as if he was cursing Yang Ming for not dying well.

From the broken neck, a thin mist of blood seemed to come to life, pouring into the mysterious sword, adding several mysterious marks to it, and the pattern seemed to be a simplified version of the black and white impermanence of the face, as if it had been scribbled with a pencil with a few strokes, and it was really impossible for those who were not familiar with it to see it.

Yang Ming's face was cold.

There is no regret in the slightest, killing this one who may become his subordinate.

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

But people with soft bones like black and white impermanence, Yang Ming really can't look down on them.

Looking up, his gaze seemed to be able to pass through the distance, seeing the huge pool of blood in the luxurious building, and the man on the throne on the edge of the pool.

"Old horseman, the king of killing, the strongest dog under your command has been killed by me, and you still won't let me get out?"

It seemed that it was because of Yang Ming's successive provocations that he finally pricked the nerves of the King of Killing.

A heavenly blood light rose into the sky, and under the erosion of the blood light, within the nearest five hundred meters from the luxurious building, all the murderers, without exception, dissolved into a pool of blood like a candle melting, and merged into the sky-rushing blood light.

The smell of blood, which was sweet to the extreme, spread between heaven and earth.

The murderers in the inner city of the Killing Capital, who usually did all kinds of evil, ignored the terrifying and bloody scene just now, just like a devout believer who saw the true god he believed in descending to earth, his pupils spurted blood, and one by one he knelt on the ground with a fanatical expression, and worshiped the swift figure in the air from a distance.

"King of Killing, King of Killing, King of Killing......"

The shouts made the thugs hoarse, but they had no intention of stopping.

In the midst of a wave of worship, the King of Slaughter, Yu Yan, arrived.

It was a tall man, wrapped in a large scarlet cloak.

With a pale face, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, and a body slowly descending from the air, it seemed that there was no need to be limited by gravity at all, which was a higher-level soul power application that only a part of Titled Douluo could control.

Suspended in mid-air one meter above Yang Ming, the King of Killing stopped descending, deliberately looking down at Yang Ming from the air, and the low but sharp voice sounded:

"A new generation of killing gods, you don't have to take an inch!"

"Our previous conflict was just a villain sowing discord, which is why I ignored your words before, but if I don't make a move, it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you!"

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth rose slightly, and at a glance, he penetrated the essence of the King of Killing's external strength and middle strength.

If he was the real Tang Chen, who could perfectly exert the strength of the peerless Douluo, where did he need nonsense, he could kill himself with a single hammer.

It's a pity that he is just a pitiful worm who is being housed now, and his powerful strength can't be exerted, once the battle drags on for a long time, there is even the possibility of being regained control of his body by Tang Chen, so the King of Killing avoids disputes as much as possible.

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

"What if I just want to get an inch, or to pull a shi on your head?"

The King of Slaughter's face sank.

He knew that he couldn't be good today.

In the next moment, a lot of mysterious blood lines appeared on his pale skin, and a sword-shaped magic pattern appeared on his forehead, and behind him, a pair of huge blood-red wings were opened, both offensive and defensive, which could be used for attack and as two shields.

Strangely, the King of Slaughter did not reveal any of his soul rings, and seemed to be very confident in his own strength.

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

The voice of the Killing King did not have the slightest human feeling, only endless coldness and evil.

"Since you don't have a shame, then you just die, I will leave you a whole corpse, of course, a dry corpse!"