Only Zhu Zhuqing went up to fight one game today, and the more times he won in the Hell Killing Field, the more difficult it was to play, and every time he played a new game, the difference in the number of times the players participated in the Hell Killing Match could not exceed five times, unless there was really no one.

Tang San usually only plays every other day or even two days now, and after a game, he has to take some time to review and analyze to improve himself, and he also has to rest and rest, and then play the next game.

Soon it was time for Zhu Zhuqing to play, and this time Zhu Zhuqing didn't play as smoothly as yesterday, and he was injured.

Tang Qingxi didn't care about this, seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was finished, they would continue to watch the showdown in the hell killing field, so she left by herself.

After that, Tang Qingxi's activities in the Killing Capital were not very frequent, and he would only occasionally go out for a walk and cultivate his own knife.

Occasionally, I took a look at Ning Rongrong's situation and saw that they were getting more and more adaptable, so I was much more relieved.

In the past few days, Tang Qingxi sent a message through the subordinates of the King of Slaughter to see the King of Killing.

This trip to the killing capital is basically to do their own thing.

I don't know what Tang Qingxi took the initiative to find out what he was going to do, but the King of Killing still sent someone to pick up Tang Qingxi.

"What's the matter with contacting this seat?" In that room, the King of Slaughter was still sitting on a giant chair, looking very oppressive.

Tang Qingxi sat down on the side with an indifferent expression, and said directly: "I didn't come to the Killing Capital not only for those children, you should also pay attention to my words and deeds in the Killing Capital. I have a knife in my hand, but I haven't completely opened it, and I need blood to nourish it. It's not fun to kill around the killing capital all day, and it's a bit of a drain on you. Right? ”

"Yes, but this seat didn't stop you, what are you going to do with this seat?" The King of Slaughter naturally knew what Tang Qingxi had done, and even secretly observed Tang Qingxi's long knife.

A very good knife, it will be terrible when it is completely formed.

Although he was indeed snatching blood from himself, Tang Qingxi himself was a god of killing, and the Killing Capital and the Martial Spirit Hall were also in partnership, thinking that there would be an end to this killing, and the King of Killing didn't care.

"That's the case, I feel quite inconvenient myself, so I want to come over and discuss. The pool of blood in the Killing Capital, can you put my knife down? Tang Qingxi said very unceremoniously.

Hearing this, the momentum on the King of Killing was obviously a lot colder, and he didn't care about Tang Qingxi's behavior in the Killing Capital, this person actually had to keep an eye on his own blood pool.

"It can't be."

"There's no need to refuse, I'll finish the blade in the Killing City after all, all I need is so much blood anyway, and I just want to go directly into the blood pool to save a little bit of trouble quickly, and I won't absorb too much blood." Tang Qingxi continued to fight.

"What is the situation with the blood pool, I think you should know." The King of Slaughter looked at Tang Qingxi coldly.

Except for entering the Killing City and a cup of Bloody Mary, Tang Qingxi would not touch it again at all after that, and the same was true for the people she brought, who obviously knew the secret of Bloody Mary very well.

"Directly use the blood pool for cultivation, and you are not afraid of what will happen to your knife?"

"If something goes wrong with this, I think I'm unlucky. There's something wrong with that blood in the human body, too, isn't it? "Tang Qingxi really has a lot of ideas about that blood pool, not just to cultivate his own Killing God Sword.

"It's impossible, so let's stop thinking about it. It's good that I don't stop you from killing indiscriminately in the city. "The King of Slaughter doesn't let go at all.

"Okay." Tang Qingxi shrugged helplessly and didn't insist any longer.

But the man sat still and did not get up.

The King of Slaughter glanced at Tang Qingxi strangely, and the door opened silently, but Tang Qingxi still didn't move.

Tang Qingxi lazily folded his arms to support his chin: "I'm here, I'll sit down and leave again, why don't you see some tea and snacks for hospitality every time you come?" ”

Lord of the Kills: "......"

What has Blood Shura experienced outside the Killing Capital in the past few years, and how did he become so skinless and faceless?

The King of Slaughter didn't say anything, but it didn't take long for a cold-faced maid to come with the tea and snacks that Tang Qingxi wanted, and she didn't even know if it was intentional or what, and she also brought a glass of Bloody Mary.

Tang Qingxi's expression remained unchanged, he drank tea and ate snacks by himself, and looked at the King of Killing openly, not hiding his curiosity about him at all.

The maid's expression was a little unkind, but it was a pity that there was no part for her to interject here.

And no one spoke between the King of Killing and Tang Qingxi, and the atmosphere was very dull.

Tang Qingxi silently finished the snack, and then got up and left neatly.

The King of Slaughter watched Tang Qingxi's voice disappear, frowning slightly, not quite understanding what Tang Qingxi was planning.

After that, Tang Qingxi's life was still the same rhythm as before, most of the time he stayed in the yard, studying knife techniques, after all, he had practiced less over the years, and he had to practice more to use it more smoothly.

From time to time, go out and find trouble with some random people to cultivate your own knife.

It's just that as the days go by, I always feel that the people on the nearby streets are getting more and more deserted.

Indirectly, it also made Ning Rongrong and them a lot less troublesome to travel.

Every once in a while, Tang Qingxi would always find some excuse and come to the King of Killing.

Although she doesn't know why, she has a certain restraint effect on the power left by the Rakshasa God on this continent.

Of course, it is only on others, and she herself will not risk trying to let the power of the Rakshasa God erode again, and it is unknown what effect it will have on herself.

So she leaned in front of the King of Slaughter from time to time, which should be able to eliminate some of the influence of the Rakshasa God, and I hope that the King of Killing can understand her good intentions.

has become the king of killing, and the test of the Shura God has come to the first few steps, but it should be a more critical stage after all.

If we can help him remove the influence of the Rakshasa God, maybe he can also complete the test of the King of Slaughter.

Tang Qingxi didn't ask the King of Killing to be grateful at that time, this kind of strength, and not as big a constraint as Tang Hao, he didn't ask this person to use it for himself.

But it should be able to add some blockage to the Rakshasa God, which is also a good thing.

Half a year had passed in a blink of an eye, and Tang San's Hell Killing Fields had already exceeded fifty, and he didn't know when the King of Killing would arrange for him.

And Li Wenrui's Hell Killing Ground participated less, but it also finished ninety-nine games, and waited for the last one.

Zhu Zhuqing's number of matches is also close to fifty, and now her frequency of participating in the Hell Killing Fields is also decreasing, and she is more about honing herself.

Ning Rongrong and Oscar also successfully won a victory in the Hell Killing Field.

And at this time, the King of Killing took the initiative to invite Tang Qingxi to see him for the second time.