Suddenly!

A smile overflowed from the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, a faint smile, but there was a feeling of suffocation.

He remembered what Venerable Shenglong had said to him, perhaps he already understood what Venerable Shenglong meant, why he came to this Abyss Slave Fighting Field, and what the meaning of coming here was.

"Three knives, he is also from here, but he is different from ordinary fighting slaves, he almost slaughtered here. ”

This is what the Venerable Shenglong told him, although he was talking about the three swords, he was actually talking about him.

The Abyss Slave Fighting Field, this is a killing field where humanity has been lost, since it is, why should he restrain it, here, killing people must be killed, and why do you care how much.

It doesn't matter if it's one, dozens or hundreds, even if it's all slaughtered here, what's the matter?

At this moment, the look in Ye Ling's eyes changed, if it was a bottomless pool of water just now, now it is a deep silence, a gaze that can make people's bodies tremble.

In fact, there is a demon hidden in everyone's heart, but most of the time it is buried, and they dare not reveal it, and a hidden may be a lifetime.

Ye Ling, his demonic nature may be heavier and more terrifying than ordinary people, but Ye Ling is hidden too deeply, so that Ye Ling's cultivation and character have been affected somewhat, and Venerable Shenglong has seen this point of Ye Ling.

The Abyss Fighting Slave Arena is not just to squeeze Ye Ling's potential and lay the foundation for future cultivation, it is still to cultivate the mind, what is cultivated is not a calm heart, but a demon heart, and it is necessary for Ye Ling to release everything.

It's just that he didn't know that Ye Ling was actually a demon, a demon who had cultivated a Demon Sutra.

Closing his eyes and raising his eyes, Ye Ling's eyes had already overflowed with a trace of blood red, glowing with a trace of hideousness, and on the high wall, some people who paid attention to Ye Ling were shocked, as if they were frightened.

The current Ye Ling, compared with Ye Ling a moment ago, seems to be a different person, this pair of eyes is too terrifying, indifferent, dead and silent, making people's hearts seem to follow to death.

"This one fights slave ......"

"It's terrible, especially this pair of eyes, full of blood, as if he has killed a lot of people. ”

......

On the high wall, people were talking one by one, looking at Ye Ling, their faces showed a solemn look, and the next moment they turned into excitement, and a bunch of fresh food fell towards Ye Ling.

"Kill, tear them apart!"

Countless people shouted, like a wave, drowning Ye Ling, Ye Ling closed his eyes slightly, and then looked at the surrounding Dou Nu, a group of Dou Nu all trembled, and involuntarily stayed away from Ye Ling.

"Whew!"

The scabbard of the short knife fell, and drops of blood fell down the blade, and Ye Ling looked at the surrounding Dou Nu.

"What do you want to do?"

"You are very strong, we can give you a place, you don't have to fight with us. ”

"If you really want to do it, we are not soft persimmons, and if we attack them in groups, you will not feel good. ”

......

A group of Dou Slaves said that if they didn't fight, they were already cowardly, not just because Ye Ling killed a Dou Nu who was powerful in their eyes, but the breath on Ye Ling's body, a breath of despair.

"Come along. ”

Looking at the group of fighting slaves, Ye Ling just said three words, which made the group of fighting slaves tremble.

"Do you want to die?" shouted a fighting slave, and the next moment, a short blade pierced directly through his heart, his voice stopped abruptly, and with fear in his eyes, he was killed instantly.

"You ......"

The short blade was drawn from this person's heart, a piece of blood gushed out, Ye Ling held the short blade in his hand, and looked at the other fighting slaves again.

"Kill me, you can live ten people, if you don't kill me, none of you will survive, so come and kill me. ”

Ye Ling said, his voice was cold, making people tremble, a group of fighting slaves were shocked, on the high wall, all the people were crazy, shouting madly, like a wave, sweeping the arena.

"Kill!" "Kill!"

A group of fighting slaves glanced at each other, and then at Ye Ling, all of them stared, revealing a killing light.

"You instinctively live, but you want to force us, and since you want to die, we will fulfill you. ”

"Do you think that if you kill one person, you can be invincible, there is no aura here, we are all mortals, you can fight one against three, enemy five, but can you fight against all of us with one person?"

"Kill him!"

A group of fighting slaves, with murderous intent in their eyes at the same time, really killed Ye Ling together.

Ye Ling's strength is definitely superior to any of them, Ye Ling is right, if he really kills them one by one, all of them will die at his hands, and if they want to live, they can only kill him.

The rules of the slave arena can sometimes be broken, and when the audience on the high wall is excited, everything is possible, and they do not pin their hopes on the so-called rules.

A group of fighting slaves, all elites who were killed from various slave arenas, came together to kill Ye Ling, Ye Ling's face did not have a trace of fear, only cold, and there was a trace of blood beating in his eyes.

Holding a knife, Ye Ling really rushed towards a group of fighting slaves, one person, more than eighty fighting slaves, a seemingly disparity in strength, impossible to defeat the battle began, at this moment, the atmosphere of the slave arena reached the extreme.

"Whew!"

The cold light flickered, and the knife cut the throat of a fighting slave, pulling out a piece of blood, and this fighting slave had died.

In just an instant, a group of fighting slaves rushed up, fists, legs, palms, and even heads, everything on the body that could be used to attack was attacking towards Ye Ling, and they wanted to directly crush Ye Ling.

"Roar!"

Ye Ling's eyes were full of blood, and he roared, like a beast in a desperate situation, and swept with a broken blade.

"Brush!"

A piece of blood, more than a dozen fighting slaves, in an instant, half killed, half seriously injured, Ye Ling's body was covered with wounds, blood overflowed, but he was still not dead, there was even a smile in his eyes, a smile that made people tremble, so that the surrounding fighting slaves were suffocated.

Stepping on the ground, Ye Ling jumped up, like an eagle, swooped down, brought up a puddle of blood, and killed a person in an instant, and several surrounding fighting slaves were startled and killed Ye Ling together.

Ye Ling did not retreat but advanced, resisting the attacks of several fighting slaves, and the short blade moved again, bringing up a few pieces of blood.

Crazy battles, lifeless battles, fighting for their lives, fighting slaves one by one, but Ye Ling still did not die, dragging a body of blood, his eyes were full of blood, and he was killing like crazy.

"Maniac!"

"Maniac!"

......

I don't know who was the first to shout, but in the entire slave fighting field, all the people were shouting this one name.

The madman refers to Ye Ling, in a short period of time, with the power of one person, slaughtering more than 30 fighting slaves, which is a crazy act, but he did it, and the fighting slaves in the arena trembled.

(End of chapter)