The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 42 Don't Come Again, Promise Me

Everyone present thought that they had a high chance of surviving, especially after seeing Wang Xiaoming.

It's just that they thought the wrong way. Seeing such a young Wang Xiaoming, they habitually thought that Wang Xiaoming was very weak. This kind of habitual thinking would eventually harm them.

When the battle started, Wang Xiaoming was the first to bear the brunt, reading the card and transforming.

"Henshin!"

Several phantoms overlapped with Wang Xiaoming, and it was the first time that the emperor's cavalry officially appeared in the killing capital.

The others were taken aback. Looking at Wang Xiaoming's armor, they first thought it was possessed by a martial soul, and then realized that it was Wang Xiaoming's martial soul.

A hammer appeared in the hand of a person next to Wang Xiaoming, and it suddenly hit Wang Xiaoming, and the powerful force made a sonic boom.

Wang Xiaoming raised his right arm, turned his wrist, and grabbed the man's wrist around the hammer. The soul power circulated, and the force suddenly increased. The hammer just swung to one side, and was scattered by Wang Xiaoming's terrifying force.

Before it was over, Wang Xiaoming stood upright with his index and middle fingers, and flicked at the man's armpit. His soul power turned into ice needles and pierced his heart. The man hadn't reacted yet. After Wang Xiaoming left the man for three seconds, the man fell unwillingly.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming killed one person so quickly, instead of uniting, everyone turned their attention to other people, leaving Wang Xiaoming aside.

After seeing how powerful Wang Xiaoming was just now, he obviously didn't want to provoke Wang Xiaoming, and turned to attack other people to make himself live longer.

But they made a wrong calculation. They thought that Wang Xiaoming would watch them fight and reap the benefits, but he didn't.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the card box sword, wiped it, then drew the card and put it into the driver for reading.

"AttackRide Slash!"

The sword light flashed, flames bloomed in the place swept by the sword, the sound of explosions continued, and the battle ended with screams.

They are soul masters. Although they can enter the Slaughter City and have some abilities, their bodies have already been defeated due to the poisonous fog and pedantry of the Slaughter City. In addition, Wang Xiaoming is not affected by the Slaughter City, so it is logical to win the game.

Everyone in the auditorium looked blank, completely unaware of what happened.

"Did he release his soul skills just now?" A person in the audience tremblingly asked, his body was very thin.

"Yes, soul skills, only soul skills can solve the battle so quickly." Another person catered.

"How is it possible to use soul skills?"

"The inside story must be the inside story, it's not fair!"

"Not fair! Not fair! Not fair..."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the auditorium, chuckled, and left.

After coming out, the girl in black gauze hurriedly came to Wang Xiaoming and asked, "Can you use soul skills?"

Apparently, the black-veiled girl had also watched the game.

Wang Xiaoming didn't deny it, and didn't nod immediately. He just kept silent and said nothing.

The black-veiled girl's face was a little nervous, and Wang Xiaoming comforted him: "It's okay, the king of the killing capital has his own judgment."

To be on the safe side, Wang Xiaoming handed the black-veiled girl a note, telling her that as soon as the King of the Slaughter Capital comes, you can give him this, and it will naturally be resolved at that time.

The girl in black gauze took the note in confusion, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

"Next game." Wang Xiaoming turned around to handle the next game. The girl in black yarn quickly grabbed Wang Xiaoming and said, "You need to rest."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the blood on his body and said with a smile: "That's not my blood, the person who can really hurt me..."

Wang Xiaoming paused, shook his head, "Not yet born."

The girl in black gauze had no choice but to ask Wang Xiaoming to sign up.

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Time flies like running water, even the capital of killing can hardly get rid of the flow of time.

In the Slaughter City, those who die of old age enjoy happiness and peace, those who die of illness have a place to belong, and those who die in battle have honor. However, those who are killed by demons can only lament their own fate, and can only go to the god of death to tell.

This is a new "rumor" that has spread in the killing capital.

In the killing field of hell, a man in dark red clothes was holding a glass of Bloody Mary, sitting on the ground leisurely, completely ignoring the fighting of the people around him.

Finally, when there was only one survivor around, he moved. He shook the wine glass and flicked his two fingers, endowing the splashed blood with extremely high kinetic energy.

In an instant, the blood pierced the survivor's body like a stabbing sword, piercing through the chest.

The victory of this battle is self-evident, and there was a lot of cheers from the audience. The man seemed to be used to it. He drank the Bloody Mary in his hand, and then came to the survivor, leaned over and cut off a few pieces of flesh, The bright red blood flowing out filled the finished wine glass.

"The quality is not good." The man curled his lips and left the hell killing field.

"You were a year ago and now, I like the present better, Wang Xiaoming." The black-veiled girl appeared beside the man.

That person was exactly the Wang Xiaoming that the black-veiled girl was talking about.

Before Wang Xiaoming fought in the Killing City for a month, his clothes were stained with black blood, so the girl in black gauze gave Wang Xiaoming a dark red dress, which was more suitable for Wang Xiaoming than before.

The murderous aura on Wang Xiaoming's body has reached an extremely high level, just one glance can scare the soul master and below to death.

The same is true for evil spirits. In countless massacres, evil spirits can attach to various parts of Wang Xiaoming's body, enhancing power and defense, but it will slightly affect the mind.

During this year, the Slaughter King also approached the black-veiled girl, but after the black-veiled girl confessed, nothing happened.

During this period, someone desperately questioned the King of Slaughter, and the King of Slaughter killed that person with a wave of his hand, and then said: "In the capital of Slaughter, no one can disobey my rules."

And in Wang Xiaoming's constant battles, Wang Xiaoming's reputation as a demon has gradually grown, just because the people who competed with Wang Xiaoming were so aggrieved that they almost never resisted.That's why the "rumor" that it will start came out.

Within a year, Wang Xiaoming inevitably fell in love with the taste of Bloody Mary, which could calm his mind, but Wang Xiaoming knew that this thing should not be drunk, but once he became addicted, it was difficult to quit.

"It's almost a hundred games?" Wang Xiaoming shook the one-legged cup in his hand, and the bright red liquid in the cup gradually became cloudy.

"It's been 99 games." The girl in black gauze said with a suppressed voice.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaoming noticed the abnormality of the girl in black gauze.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're going to die, I'm more sorry." The black-veiled girl was not very good at talking.

"Regret? For me?" Wang Xiaoming handed the Bloody Mary to the mouth of the black-veiled girl.

"I just feel sorry for the passing of a genius." The black-veiled girl wiped the blood from her mouth.

Wang Xiaoming casually threw away the cup in his hand, it shattered to the ground with a cracking sound, and then bit down on the black gauze girl.

The girl in black gauze did not resist violently, but let Wang Xiaoming absorb it.

"Huh?" Wang Xiaoming let go of the black gauze girl, who had a delicate face.

The girl in black veil lifted her veil, and put her index finger against her alluring red lips, "I will remember you, but I can't guarantee that I will always remember you."

"Then you have to promise me one thing." Wang Xiaoming was not angry.

"What's the matter?" the black-veiled girl tilted her head and asked.

"Wait for me to come to you." Wang Xiaoming put one hand against the wall, a girl in black gauze.

The girl in black gauze nodded heavily, her eyes were full of ambiguity, but she also hid pain, "Don't come again, promise me."

(End of this chapter)