Ying Su was different from usual this time, he used part of the power of Confucianism and Taoism, otherwise he would not be able to kill all nine people with one sword.

Looking at the nine headless corpses, Ying Su shook his head, it seems that his physical fitness is still too weak, otherwise to deal with such a group of small miscellaneous fish, where can he use his hole card - Confucianism and Taoism cultivation and use part of it.

Shaking his head, Ying Su left the ring and returned to his tent, where he continued to meditate.

……

It's been almost a year again, and Ying Su has completed 99 matches in the Hell Killing Fields, and he is only one away from completing a hundred games, and then after walking the Hell Road, he can get out.

As the number of matches increased, Ying Su found that the black veil masked woman came to him more and more often.

The last time, she said clearly, you must join the killing capital, join the command of the killing king, there have been eight killing gods in the past thousand years, the killing king does not want a ninth killing god to appear, his choice is only surrender or death.

He refused.

On this day, Yingsu, as usual, used the storage soul guide to take away the tent. Then, head to the Hell's Killing Fields.

As his white-clothed sword god became more and more famous, no one dared to try to sneak up on him in the dark now.

Just as he was slowly walking towards the hell killing field, he suddenly found that a group of black-clothed people appeared on the originally dead street, and the black-clothed people surrounded him in all directions, and the originally empty street suddenly became full of solemn atmosphere.

"Tsk! Tut! Tut! There must be hundreds of you, right? Are they all members of the law enforcement team? They all came to deal with me alone, and the King of Slaughter was so bold. "Ying Su can see that the weakest of them also has the strength of the Death Knight Amundsen when he first entered the Killing Capital, and even stronger.

"White-clothed Sword God, I admit that you are powerful. But, in front of the Great Killing King, everything about you seems so ridiculous. Out of the black-clothed crowd came a man with a terrifying mask, the man was very tall, but his voice was eerie, and he was holding a black spear in his hand.

"Faceless Slayer, you've joined the Killing King? Didn't I remember that you had already won more than eighty games? As you get closer to victory, why did you choose to do so? Ying Su said with some puzzlement when he saw the masked man.

The man in front of him, not long after he entered the Killing Capital, had heard of his title - the Faceless Killer.

It is said that he was hunted down and forced to hide in the killing capital, and the reason why he has been wearing a mask is because his face was ruined by the enemy, which is also the origin of his title of faceless killer.

However, generally no one dares to blatantly call it that. Because he is the one with the most victories in the Killing Fields of Hell, with sixty-three victories. Later, he even reached 83 victories, only 17 games away from 100, but I don't know why there was no news.

It is rumored that he seems to be unable to bear the murderous aura and exploded and died, but he didn't expect to appear here now.

"I ...... Why should I go out? My enemy is invincible to me, and going out is nothing more than sending me to death, and only following the great King of Slaughter is the right choice. The faceless killer seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, and the spear in his hand was a little unstable, but after relieving, his eyes became extremely cold when he looked at Ying Su, and his words turned back to gloomy and terrifying.

"You yourself dare not look directly into your own heart, and you are not worthy to talk to me." Ying Su turned his head away, no longer looking at the Faceless Slayer, the legendary existence of the once Hell Killing Fields.

"You ......" The Faceless Killer was a little angry, and the spear in his hand was a little unsteady.

"Brother quit, don't be angry, he only has two results. One, join us as you do, and two, die. A man in black next to the Faceless Killer stopped him and said with a smile.

"That's right, I want to see what happens to this white-clothed sword god." The Faceless Killer grinned, put away the spear in his hand, and retreated to the back.

At this time, the encirclement of the man in black had formed, and a silent man in black stood at the front, with the faceless killer and the man in black who had persuaded him before standing on either side of him.

"White-clothed Sword God, your name is like thunder in my ears, I've heard it many times, I have to say that you are as good as the two previous killing gods, or even better than them.

Your game speed is too fast, but in just over a year, you have achieved ninety-nine victories, and I can't see the murderous spirit in your eyes, the feeling that I can't suppress. White-clothed Sword God, you are a natural God of Killing, born to kill, you ......" The leader of them looked at Ying Su and began to praise and said.

"I just killed some damned people!" Ying Su unceremoniously interrupted the words of the leading man in black, and had no intention of saving face for him. He just killed some people who can't be called human, and this guy in front of him actually said that he was a natural killing god, which is extremely ridiculous.

"Who doesn't deserve to die in this killing capital? How can someone who has been in the mud be spotless. What's more, the blood on your white-clothed sword god's hands is probably no less than any of us, right? The man in black in the lead said with a sneer, and the men in black around him also echoed.

"......" Ying Su was silent when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say, no matter what, he did open a killing ring, and there was a tendency to fall deeper and deeper, all relying on a Confucian and Taoist cultivation to suppress it, otherwise it is estimated that it will not be much different from these people.

"My name is Ye Fan, level 91 Title Douluo, Martial Soul: Nether Tiger, please teach the white-clothed sword god." The leader in black, who is Ye Fan, took off his black clothes, revealing a clean and neat blue suit, and the clothes were spotless, which was somewhat out of place with the atmosphere of this killing capital.

"Wang ...... Faceless Killer, Level 83 Contra, Martial Soul Sky Breaking Spear, please teach the white-clothed sword god. "The Faceless Slayer originally planned to say his name like Ye Fan and have a real soul master battle with this white-clothed sword god, instead of being the same as before...... of the battle.

But when it came to his name, he hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't say it, just said his title - Faceless Killer.

"Xu Zhi, level 84 Contra Douluo, Martial Soul: Three-headed evil dragon, please teach the white-clothed sword god." Another person next to Ye Fan also stood up and threw away the masked cloth directly, and there was no joy or anger in his words, and there was no change in expression on his face.

The black-clothed people around the "......" also took off their masked cloths as if they had received some kind of instruction, and reported their strength.

One by one, soul rings appeared in front of Ying Su, as if they were demonstrating.