Today is the hundredth killing battle belonging to Yu Xiaogang.

What he saw in front of him was the nineteenth corpse that had fallen under the severed sword in his hand.

Yu Xiaogang put his sword into his arms expressionlessly for the last time.

In his eyes, there was a blinding red blood-colored light, which flashed away.

At this moment, there were no cheers, and there was no longer any greed and enjoyment.

The people of the Killing Capital on the stands, now looking at Yu Xiaogang's gaze, all left were deep fear and awe.

More than three months. In this way, he continued to kill one day at a time, until he completed a hundred and reached the conditions to open the road to hell.

The short time, the frequency of the competition, and the unsuspenseful one-sided slaughter of the battle are simply unheard of.

Later, as soon as the opponents on the field saw him, everyone immediately stood on end and trembled.

This is the real killing machine.

An existence that makes everyone in the Killing City feel extremely terrifying, like a demonic existence.

As a result, "Demon of Killing" became the title given to Yu Xiaogang by the people of the Killing Capital.

This man who always wears a mysterious silver mask has created such a shocking miracle in this killing capital that is completely unable to use soul power to fight......

Just after the last person fell in front of Yu Xiaogang, in less than two breaths, a thick blood-colored mist filled the sky above the killing field.

As soon as the people in the stands saw this, they immediately erupted in bursts of deafening cheers.

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

Yu Xiaogang still stood motionless with his hands in his hands, but the eyes under the mask suddenly drooped lightly.

In the next moment, the blood mist spread abruptly without warning, enveloping it down.

Everyone on the field immediately became stunned, and after a moment of eerie silence, a soft sound erupted.

Then, as if it were an introduction, muffled sounds began to erupt one after another.

At this moment, except for Yu Xiaogang in the field, who was protected by the sword qi of the Broken Life Sword, everyone turned into a cloud of blood mist and melted into the sky above their heads in a few breaths.

The blood mist above became thicker and darker, reflecting the entire venue in a scarlet and terrifying light.

Just after the last person turned into a blood mist and disappeared into his seat, the blood mist in the sky above seemed to be finally saturated, and began to tumble and boil, and a strong bloody qi suddenly emitted out.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, holding back the desire to vomit. Heart Dao, this sacrifice before the opening of the road to hell should be completed, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, the blood mist instantly condensed into four red blood beads, which soon dripped on the four inconspicuous stone pillars around the venue.

Blood enveloped the entire stone pillar, and then flowed down the pillar to the ground.

The blood flow formed four strange lines, and eventually, all the blood gathered at the core of the field and fused together.

In an instant, Yu Xiaogang's feet suddenly hung in the air, and a huge black hole and unknown suction pulled him into the unknown darkness.

And Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but glance back at his surroundings before letting that force take him to the hell road.

Still silent and empty.

Why doesn't the legendary Lord of Slaughter appear today?

This made him puzzled and at the same time, he felt a little uneasy for no reason.

……

On the periphery of the exit of the Killing Capital, a white-haired old man and a fair mature woman, like stone statues, stood motionless for a long time.

Their eyes were all on a prescription position.

And there, there is only a winding path with no end in sight.

Not far away on this road, I saw dense forests, and I couldn't see the sun, as if it led straight to the abyss and hell.

The two figures on this side of the road seemed to be Sword Douluo Chenxin and Liu Erlong in the Heaven Dou Auction Hall that day.

No one knows how long they have been here.

At this moment, Liu Erlong's half-closed eyes finally moved, only to see her red lips open lightly, and her voice was full of loneliness and melancholy.

"Dusty senior, that person, he ...... Will he really be able to get out of there unharmed? ”

Hearing this, the deep ravine between Chenxin's forehead increased a little, and after a while, he sighed lightly,

"To tell you the truth, I'm more worried than the person you're looking for, but it's that ancient sword! If I feel good, the edge of this sword is wide open. If this person can't control the power in the ancient sword, he is afraid that he will be demonized by this sword and lose his mind. At that time, there will be another extremely tricky evil soul master on this continent! ”

After the two came out of the Tiandou Auction Hall, they invariably began to look for the traces of Yu Xiaogang. One is to find people, and the other is to find swords.

Originally, because of the same goal, the two have been safe and sound, and they have been pursuing it all the way. But today, hearing the words that Chenxin suddenly confided, Liu Erlong's face was suddenly filled with anger! She immediately turned her head and scolded angrily,

"Senior! You know this sword is so dangerous, why do you take it out and let others try it?! I, Liu Erlong, salute your predecessors, I thought that you were as rumored by the outside world, and you were a righteous and upright hermit. Now, I never thought that you would do such a thing to harm others? ”

Liu Erlong's words did not make any emotions and waves appear on Chenxin's face.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Erlong, and responded,

"Doll, if it weren't for this kid stealing the sword in front of me, why would this be the case? My original intention was to find someone who was willing to confess the Lord, and then take him as a disciple and bring him back to teach.

In this way, I will not let my sword be dusted, but I will also be able to cultivate a great sword who will inherit my mantle.

But this kid is good, he draws his sword and leaves without saying a word, which shows his bad conduct! The deity didn't go in directly to kill him and take the sword away, he was already giving him a chance. ”

"You ......"

Liu Erlong bit his lip and stomped his foot fiercely, but he had nothing to argue.

She held back for a long time, and only said one sentence categorically,

"If he is the man I am looking for, Yu Xiaogang, he will definitely not be the kind of person you say!"

Dusty lowered his eyes, noncommittal.

He and the posterior girl have wasted too much saliva, and there is no need to explain too much.

Now, he doesn't care about anything else, but only one thing: when the sword-wielder appears, if there is any abnormality in the person's mind, he will be killed!

The morality and principles of walking in the world for most of his life with his dusty heart will never tolerate such a catastrophe because of the loss of his own sword.

He raised his hand and brushed his sleeves, regained his expressionless face, looked straight ahead, and murmured in his heart,

"Boy, I'll just wait here, and see if you'll be reborn or degenerate from this land of sin and blood. Life or death depends on your own creation......"