Nine trials of Douluo's preemptive sea god

Plop, plop, plop... corpses fell to the ground one after another, blood staining the floor of the tavern.

At this time, Hemingway's expression was very calm.

Because what he was about to enter next was the capital of killing, where there were no friends or partners, only enemies.Kill anyone who can pose a threat.Winning the annual champion of Hell Slaughtering Fields was the purpose of his trip.By the way, you can also hone your own murderous spirit, and see if you can comprehend by analogy and so on.Of course, the position of Shura God is also his goal.

After all, Shura God and his other spirit, the Nether White Tiger, are very compatible, and he also wants to play with the whole one person and two gods.

The waiter in the tavern didn't panic because dozens of people died, he was as calm as Hemingway, and seemed to be used to this scene.

"Do you want to enter the Killing City just by killing a few people? You're not qualified yet." The waiter said coldly, "You can't even afford a glass of Bloody Mary, why should you enter? Uh..."

A burst of energy blew his head off.

Hemingway didn't turn around to look, but said indifferently, "Am I qualified now?"

The waiter obviously couldn't give him any more answers. He never thought that this person would attack him. Blood spurted from the neck of the headless body, and the body fell down with a bang, gathering together with the previous corpses.

After finishing speaking, Hemingway strode to the bar of the tavern without looking at the other two waiters who were stunned behind the bar.He raised his hand and slapped the bar heavily.Amidst the loud bang, the bar counter was shattered into pieces and flew in all directions, exposing the ground.

The two waiters looked dumbfounded.

"The entrance to the City of Slaughter should be right here." Hemingway threw a punch in the air, roaring out with terrifying vigor.Hit the ground heavily!

Long before, Hemingway's knowledgeable domineering had already detected the difference here.Right under this bar, it's empty.There is no doubt that this small town cannot be the killing capital, and the entrance is the most reasonable explanation.

He will not go to any agency, and in different places, he must use different methods.

With a bang.A huge hole appeared in the ground, and the cold wind blew up from under the cave.

Without hesitation, Hemingway jumped down and directly into the darkness of the ground.His body was instantly surrounded by pitch blackness, and his whole body was submerged in it.

Into the darkness, only a few meters down, Hemingway is already down-to-earth, without the need for light, he can clearly see everything in the dark with his knowledgeable domineering.This is a long corridor, extending obliquely downwards, and the cold breath constantly blows over Hemingway's body.

But to him, it was nothing at all, and he strode forward without seeing anything.

When Hemingway walked 460 steps forward, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Welcome to the capital of killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get what you want. Everything, the price is your life."

Hemingway, who is always open to knowledge and domineering, has long felt that the material of this tunnel is very special, and even his own spiritual power cannot penetrate it.His face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look a little more cautious.But the pace under his feet did not stop.

In the darkness, it was his knowledge and arrogance that first came forward, and then his people.

Turning a corner, there was a faint light coming from ahead, and Hemingway had already seen through his knowledge and domineering, that it was an open door.On the other side of the portal, there is a breath of life.

Striding forward, Hemingway vaguely heard a noisy voice when he walked out of the corridor.In front of him, one hundred and one people appeared.All are dressed in black armor, even their faces are completely covered by helmets, and 100 of them hold heavy swords.There is only one person sitting on a tall war horse.His horse is also covered in thick black armor.

"You broke the rules." The deep voice sounded extremely cold, and it didn't seem like it came from the mouth.The one who spoke was the black armored knight who was sitting right away.

Hemingway didn't look at him, but looked behind him.What he saw was a black city.The thick black city wall is extremely wide, it is really a city, and above the city, there is actually a purple moon hanging.

The moon is very low, it seems to be less than 500 meters away from the ground, and looking up, everything is black, like the existence of night.

"What if you violate the rules?" Hemingway asked lightly.

The black-armored knight's voice was still cold, without any human breath, "Then you must accept punishment. Defeat me, and you will have the qualification to enter the killing capital."

"Didn't it kill you?" Hemingway asked lightly.

The slender knight spear in the hands of the black-armored knight slowly raised up, and the black-armored warriors on both sides immediately retreated slowly, flowing out of an open field.

"I'm Scott the Horror Knight." The horse sped up suddenly, and the black-armored knight charged towards Hemingway with a tragic aura.An icy breath filled the air, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura rushed forward.

Although the murderous aura emanating from this black-armored knight was like a breeze to Hemingway, it also made his eyes shine.The soul power surged in his body, and Hemingway wanted to activate the armed domineering, but Hemingway suddenly found that his soul ring did not appear, and it seemed that all the soul skills had lost their effect at this moment.

Hemingway, who had known part of the information in advance, did not panic at all, because this had already been expected by him.

According to the description in the original book he had read, this city of killing had special rules, and any soul skills here would be invalid.Even a soul master can only use the most basic power.

The most basic form of Wuhun.The soul skills disappeared, but the soul power remained.And physical fitness will not be reduced.

Frankly speaking, this place is simply the perfect place for Hemingway.Because of the means of attack he usually relies on for his livelihood.It is to flatten all opponents with a tyrannical physique.Originally, he seldom used soul skills.Although the three-color domineering cannot be used here.But with a strong physique and the Navy Six Styles.It was enough to make him wanton.

Facing the menacing enemy.

Hemingway's method of coping was very simple, he just swung his fist and smashed it.

What he greeted with his fists as hard as steel was the heavy armored terrifying knight with the huge momentum of the horse.

boom! ! !

The war horse screamed, and the huge momentum stopped abruptly.

A heavy knight's gun with a length of four meters shot out of the air.Fly out far away.The terrifying knight Scott is no longer on the horse, and like his knight gun, his whole body has been blown away.But the war horse stopped on Hemingway's fist.

The huge momentum ended here. Under the action of the powerful force, the war horse turned sideways and twitched violently.Its neck was completely broken in the collision of two powerful forces.

How abnormal Hemingway's physical fitness is now, even he himself does not have a basic concept.I only know that it is very strong!Although he didn't use all his strength for this punch, he even withdrew his strength.But even so, the explosive power that this flimsy punch can produce is extremely terrifying!

The terrifying knight Scott slowly got up from the ground. The armor on his right hand, which was holding the knight's gun, had been completely cracked and scattered, even the armor on the entire right arm was the same.At the same time, the muscles and bones of his right arm also collapsed.

Hemingway frowned. According to his original calculation of the opponent, this punch should be able to end the opponent's life.But the power of this terrifying knight is stronger than he judged.Only his life was left behind.

Walking forward step by step, Hemingway looked up at the purple moon.He secretly said in his heart: The city of killing that cannot use soul skills.I am coming.

"Stop, stop." Scott yelled a little harshly.

Hemingway looked at him coldly, at this moment, Scott's helmet had fallen off.A ferocious middle-aged face was revealed.He looked at Hemingway with horror already in his eyes.Obviously, he couldn't think of why this young man's strength would be so terrifying.Isn't he a soul master?

"If you stop me again, I don't mind killing all of you." Hemingway said coldly.

"No, I'm not stopping you. You have passed my test. You are qualified to enter the killing capital." The terrifying knight said with some difficulty.What he didn't understand the most was that when ordinary soul masters came here, they would be shocked by the inability to use their soul skills, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to be affected at all.

A black sign was handed to Hemingway, and Hemingway took it casually.A skull is engraved on the sign, and there is a number 9527 below it.

"This is the proof that you are in the capital of killing. Please enter the city, and someone will greet you at the gate."

Holding the sign, Hemingway strode forward without looking at the terrifying knight again.

Watching Hemingway's receding back, Scott pulled out the saber at his waist with his backhand, swung it down violently, and cut off his completely shattered right arm.Scarlet blood spilled on the black ground.The smell of blood filled the air.

The pitch-black city gate gave people an extremely depressing feeling. On the huge city gate, hung the words "Slaughter Capital".In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Hemingway could show his ID card, a woman with a black veil had already come out. "Welcome to the capital of killing."

The woman's voice was pleasant, and she walked away from Hemingway and made a gesture of please.

Although this underground city surprised Hemingway, especially the limitations of soul skills, he followed the woman into the city gate with the mentality that what he had come would be safe.

Perhaps because of the identity card in his hand, no one stopped him.Walking into the city, what Hemingway saw was a blue-purple world.The lights hanging on both sides of the street emit only these two kinds of light.To his surprise, there were not many people here, and no one paid attention to him as an outsider.At first glance, it seems to be no different from an ordinary city, except that everything looks so dark.

"I am your guide. You can ask me anything you don't understand. Within twelve hours, I will answer all your questions. After twelve hours, this is where you live. You also I will officially become a member of the Killing City." Hemingway nodded and said, "What kind of place is the Killing City?"

The black-veiled girl said: "A piece of paradise. A fallen paradise."

Hemingway frowned, "It's that simple?" The black-veiled girl nodded.

Hemingway said: "Then how did the capital of killing come into being?"

The answer given by the black yarn girl this time satisfied Hemingway, "The capital of killing has been formed for thousands of years. According to legend, it is the land left by a powerful soul master after breaking through level [-]. Here, all soul master skills People can only rely on instinct and their own strength to survive. Soul power can be used as a source of strength."

Hemingway looked at the girl in black veil, "Then what are the rules here?"

The black veil girl said calmly: "The rule here is that there are no rules. As a member of the Slaughter City, you can do anything here. Even if a Titled Douluo from the outside world comes here, he will be destroyed because of the disappearance of his soul skills." And become weaker. And we are under the rule of the King of Slaughter, there is no need to fear them at all. In the capital of Slaughter, as long as you have enough ability, you can do whatever you want. But I must remind you. Because there are no rules here, and you can be in mortal danger at any time. In a sense, this is a paradise for sin."

"Evil Paradise?"

"Yes. Because many people come here, they have to choose to enter because they cannot survive in the outside world. After coming here, they don't need to worry about being hunted down. Every person in the killing capital Members will be protected by the Killing Capital."

Hemingway didn't care about the idea of ​​protection. Since he was able to come here by means of violence, it meant that any strong man could do it.Without soul skills and soul power, Title Douluo is still the strongest among the strongest here.

Are the criminals really safe here?

"Mr. 9527. I understand what you're thinking." The black-veiled girl said suddenly.

Hemingway froze for a moment, "You know what I'm thinking?"

"You must be thinking, how does the city of killing protect its people, isn't it?" Hemingway's heart moved, "How do you know?"

The black veil girl said: "Because everyone who has just arrived in the killing capital will have such an idea. But soon, they will give up this idea. Entering the killing capital needs to be tested and tested by killing. Although you You entered with a special method, but your overall murderous aura is enough. And you defeated Lord Horror Knight. That’s why you were allowed to join. However, there is one thing I must remind you. It is easy to enter the city of killing, but it is difficult to get out Almost impossible."

"Only in, not out?" Hemingway looked at the black-veiled girl noncommittally.He didn't think he couldn't break out.