The most terrifying thing about the Hell's Killing Fields is not the threat of the ten competitors in the same group in each match, but the bloodthirsty beast that lurks in the darkness outside the field, ready to deliver a fatal blow in your weakest moments.

I don't know how many people have already stared at Bibi Qing, the little Mengxin in the killing field, and the eyes that look at him are probably similar to looking at a delicious fat sheep.

Here, Bibi Qing learned to be more cautious, more cautious, and more forbearant that he had not comprehended in the Martial Spirit Palace.

In the first month, 14 wins, excluding the 140 people who fell at Bibi Qing's feet in the game, the number of people who fell outside the field exceeded three digits.

In the third month, sixty-four victories, Bibi Qing's hands of the fallen souls far exceeded a thousand, and now the people who dared to sneak attack him were getting fewer and fewer, but they were also getting stronger and stronger, and everyone in the killing capital had seen the madness of this boy.

In the first half a year, eighty-two victories, compared with when he first came here, Bibi Qing's expression had an extra layer of coldness, and even a faint layer of bloody aura was released on his body.

Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long been synonymous with him.

However, when Bibi Qing's record reached a terrifying 80-game winning streak, no one dared to sneak up after his match.

Now, Bibi Qing is an absolute star figure in the Killing Capital, and those who die in his hands are not only strong people such as the Soul King and Soul Emperor, but also powerful beings as strong as Soul Douluo and even Title Douluo.

I'm afraid that even that Titled Douluo didn't expect that one day he would die at the hands of a hairy boy.

A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger that has lost its minions, not to mention, Bibi Qing is a terrifying killing machine.

Bibi Qing's powerful personal melee ability, without using soul skills, even the current Martial Spirit Hall Pope can't do anything, how can these ordinary people in the Killing City deal with it?

Known for his terrifying record and strong personal prowess, he is known in the Killing Capital, where Bibi Qing wields the Brilliant Scepter and is nicknamed the King of Conquest.

The king of conquest conquers everything in sight.

For a long time in the past year, although the degenerates who died at his hands were already evil and degenerate, every time he executed someone, Bibi Qing would feel the murderous aura in his body surge a little.

Fortunately, his spiritual power was growing stronger and stronger, and he was not affected by the growing murderous aura and blood.

A whole year has passed, Bibi Qing's record has come to a terrifying ninety-nine consecutive wins, the number of people in the last game has been gathered, and everyone in the killing capital will witness the birth of a hundred victories today.

It took a full year, which is a slight departure from the goal that Bibi Qing has set for himself to win the title in half a year.

Of course, it's not that Bibi Qing doesn't want to end the hundred battles quickly, but because when he wins more and more, there are fewer and fewer people who dare to fight when he participates in the killing competition, and it often takes a few days to gather ten people, and this is also when the Hell Killing Fields officials do not disclose the specific time he will participate in in advance.

At this time, Bibi Qing entered, and in front of him were ten strong men full of blood.

In the cage of life and death, no one is weak, and everyone has an extremely bright winning streak, but at this time, there is only one voice inside and outside the field.

"Conquer the king, conquer the king, conquer the king......"

The screams almost hoarseled the Fallen, but they had no intention of stopping.

Excited, bloody, murderous... Almost the same emotions bloom wildly in the depths of every degenerate.

Ten people surrounded Bibi Qing in the center, four of them were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all very inward-looking.

The prestige of the conquering king has long been ingrained in their souls, but they know that if they can't kill Bibi Qing, their journey to the killing capital will end here.

Bibi Qing's eyes closed slightly, and when he opened them again, there was a touch of blood red in his dark pupils.

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura that almost condensed into substance spread out from him in this instant.

After a long time, Bibi Qing somewhat enjoyed the feeling of trembling under the influence of his murderous aura.

This year, Bibi Qing's soul power has improved not weakly, and he has reached the level of seventy, and when he leaves the Killing Capital, he can absorb the seventh soul ring and be promoted to the Soul Saint.

But Bibi Qing believes that now, even if his soul power does not improve at all, he can completely defeat three or four of himself a year ago at the same time.

Anyone who comes to the killing capital and struggles on the line of death every day will fall with it, especially men.

Because under this tremendous pressure, everyone needs to be relieved in a way.

But Bibi Qing didn't, and after the battle, he would always go to a hut to practice silently.

Stepping out of the hut, the only place he went was the Hell's Killing Fields.

With tremendous pressure and an almost ascetic attitude, it's hard not to make progress.

The murderous aura in the spot condensed to the extreme, and Bibi Qing moved.

Ten people, coming from ten different directions, did not disturb his mind in the slightest.

Bibi Qing's figure flickered illusory like a ghost, his feet seemed to have a spring, and in an instant, his body had flashed in front of an opponent who had been trembling before.

Under the fierce cheers of the audience, even the King of Conquest did not use that iconic black light, and the next moment, the steel knife in the hand of the trembling depraved man was already embedded in his neck.

There were ten people in the field, three Contras, two Soul Saints, and five Soul Emperors, such a powerful lineup was enough to wipe out a Contra-level existence in an instant, but this was the killing capital.

Soul power is important, but without soul skills, soul power cannot have an absolute effect.

Bibi Qing raised the divine weapon in his left hand that looked like a knife, not a knife, a sword, not a sword, and suddenly erupted in deafening cheers outside the field.

The speed of the conquering king reached its limit, and only a phantom floated in the field, and black light flashed across everyone's throat.

Every time Wuguang passed by someone, the cheers outside the arena became more enthusiastic, and the opponent of the last conquering king on the spot fell to his knees weakly, and the cheers of the audience reached an unprecedented peak!

Champion, born!

When the last opponent was completely wiped out, Bibi Qing was slightly stunned in place, exhaling a heavy breath, finally, a hundred games.

This was the end of the final match, but Bibi Qing did not leave, but waited quietly in place, as if enjoying all the Fallen to pay his highest respect.

"Congratulations, young King of Conquest."

Low, shrill voices suddenly came from all directions.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Ground suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky, and the King of Killing had descended.

Bibi Qing looked up at the scarlet figure in mid-air that was full of blood, feeling the monstrous malice that filled the sky.

In the face of the greatest evil in the world, his expression still maintains that eternal indifference.

It's finally coming to an end, and Bibi Qing only has this one thought in his heart.

Then, just as Bibi Qing thought, the evil and cold scarlet aura of the King of Slaughter permeated the audience, making sacrifices to all the fallen in the field, opening the way to hell for him.

Bibi Qing did not have the slightest wave in his heart, these degenerate people are just like their name, depraved and sinful, and being sacrificed may be the best ending for them.

One last glance at the King of Slaughter floating in mid-air, Bibi Qing didn't have any thoughts about Tang San's thieving ninety-nine-level powerful great-ancestor for the time being, and then without hesitation, he jumped down at the crimson underground.