People are in Douluo, opening up the world

Chapter 210
The people hiding in the hell arena whispered and sighed one by one, their faces were ashen, their hearts were covered with a thick haze, and they felt deep despair and powerlessness. They might not live long.

Those who are out of control are like a torrent of steel, pushing everything horizontally, even if the crusaders try their best to stop it, it will not help. The defense line is constantly being breached, the balance of victory is tilted, and the war is about to end.

The Yizhihua team entered the battlefield, and the three of them shot with all their strength, beheading the out-of-control people one after another. The ground was stained red, blood flowed into rivers, and piles of corpses piled up like mountains.

They were killed until their minds were numb, their faces were covered with blood, and their arms kept waving, like a programmed mechanical program, repeating the same working process over and over again.

Chen Xichuan's white robe completely changed its color, it was bright red like fire, he drew his sword expressionlessly, retracted his sword, and drew his sword again, his eyes were indifferent, without any mercy.

He can't remember how many out-of-control people he has killed. He only knows that he has swung countless swords, and every time the sword falls, the out-of-control people will die, and there is no possibility of survival.

Luo Xingchen smashed out the magic wand, and the head of an out-of-control person exploded like a watermelon on the spot. With all his strength, his killing intent condensed into substance. Any out-of-control person who came close to his attack range would be killed immediately. He blasted violently.

For a militant like him, killing is nothing more than normal, and there will be no psychological burden. What's more, what he killed is not a real person, but a group of fallen people who look like zombies.

Those who are out of control, death is not a pity!

Ye Chen killed until his eyes were red, his Wuhun Wanhun sickle was covered with blood, and there were hundreds of corpses lying under his feet, all of them were enemies he killed. This number is still increasing, and there is no stopping trend.

He is usually gentle and refined, but at this moment his personality has changed drastically, his whole body is filled with a chilling evil spirit, and his sharp eyes are sharper than a sword.

Everyone was fighting hard. In order to fight for a way out, they didn't hold anything back. They released all kinds of soul skills and bombarded those who lost control, and their bodies were blown up into the sky.

Some people from the Crusaders camp began to fall, their soul power was exhausted, and they were swallowed by a group of out-of-control people, leaving only a scream that resounded through the sky, and then there was no movement, and finally only a bone remained.

"Fuck you, it's not over yet. How can you kill so many out-of-control people?"

A gray-haired old man with a gloomy face, then blasted several out-of-control people who were pounced on him, and the pieces of meat flew around. The scene was extremely cruel.

He is a member of the Crusaders camp, Soul Emperor realm, and belongs to the strongest in the camp. He has lived in the Slaughter City for nearly ten years, and he can be called a local.

He had seen out-of-control people parading the streets before and attacking pedestrians on the road, but it was the first time he had seen the scale of the parade this time.

Out-of-control people are different from soul masters, they don't have to worry about the consumption of soul power, and they don't have to worry about the decline in physical fitness caused by long-term battles. They hunt and kill their prey instinctively, no different from zombies.

To kill them, the only way is to chop off their heads or destroy their bodies, otherwise no matter how badly they are injured, they will still be able to live tenaciously.

Facing so many out-of-control people, once the soul master used up his soul power, he would almost certainly die!

The white-haired old man was holding back his anger. This battle was too suffocating. The difference in numbers between the two sides was too great. There was no need to fight. Sooner or later, their side would lose.

"I hope there will be a turnaround, otherwise I will have to hand over my life here."

He sighed melancholy, took a short rest, and charged into the battlefield again. He shot quickly and ruthlessly, and killed several out-of-control people in an instant.

Stone King Kong was in the army of out-of-control people. He was like a rampaging mad cow. His burly body knocked out the out-of-control people. His broad palm grabbed the heads of the two out-of-control people and lifted them up. Crush it with brute force.

His strikes were extremely ruthless, and none of the out-of-control people who died in his hands could keep the whole body, and the others who watched were terrified and fearful.

"Trash, die for me."

He swung his fists, punched out, a gust of wind was blown up, two blood-colored tigers rushed out, their bloody mouths opened wide, and the tigers roared in the forest. All the out-of-control people along the way were crushed into flesh, leaving two lines of blood.

In addition to him, there is also a crusader who is killing all directions in another direction.

This is a slender man with long blond hair and a shawl. He is holding a broad knife with flesh and blood on it. It is not easy to provoke at first sight.

He is also a strong man in the crusader camp, and every time he makes a move, the soul emperor's cultivation is fully revealed, with an astonishing aura, sweeping across with a broad knife, the wide knife's aura is like a galaxy, and a gully is carved out of the ground.

In the pitch-black night sky, the crimson moon has never changed from ancient times, and it is always hanging. The moonlight is pouring down, and the hell arena is covered with a layer of red veil, and the smell of blood is stronger than ever.

Ma Tianlong came non-stop from the inner city. When he saw countless out-of-control people, he froze in place, his eyes widened.

"What's going on here, where did the out-of-control come from?"

His voice trembled, even though he had never seen such a scene before.

"There are so many out-of-control people hiding in the capital of killing. It's really strange why no one finds out on weekdays."

Ma Tianlong was puzzled. For the sake of safety and to avoid being targeted, he hid on the top of a tall building, looked towards the Hell Arena, and observed the situation inside.

Looking far away, he saw the crusaders who were fighting fiercely with the out-of-control people, and also saw the Zhihua team. Everyone was trying their best to resist, but it was of little effect, and the encirclement was further closed.

"The plan has gone bankrupt, and I can't leave the killing capital." His face collapsed and his eyes dimmed.

In the current situation, who can turn the tide?Unless the King of Slaughter personally took action, or all the law enforcers were dispatched, the Crusaders and Yizhihua's team would definitely suffer.

Ma Tianlong was depressed and sighed again and again.

The news that the Hell Arena was besieged by out-of-control people spread like wildfire, and quickly spread throughout the outer city. Some people who were not afraid of death rushed to join in the fun and hid outside to watch.

Although they didn't participate in this war, they watched it tremblingly as spectators. It was too bloody and violent. There were so many out-of-control people that ordinary people couldn't compete.

"The people inside seem to be hopeless, everyone should disperse quickly, don't be targeted by the out-of-control person, I will take a step first."

"Remember to lock the door when you go home, otherwise the out-of-control people will attack other places after encircling the Hell Arena."

"Let's go, let's go, it's dangerous to stay in this place for a second longer, and it's not like this to join in the fun, my life is important."

Some people were worried about danger and left after staying for a while, but there were still a few people who were not afraid of death and stayed.

(End of this chapter)