Douluo's opening copy Haotian Douluo

The capital of killing, the killing field of hell.

Two days ago, Meng Yiran took the lead in winning a hundred consecutive victories, becoming the first to win a hundred games after Haotian Douluo.Of course, Ye Buqun's help was indispensable, because she also wore a clown mask and was called the "Clown Queen".

Now it’s Ye Buqun’s 1st game.

The audience was almost full, and there were endless shouts and shouts. It seemed that the Hell Killing Fields had never been so lively as it is now.

"Drink!"

The level 85 Contra shouted softly, and a red light suddenly bloomed in his palms.

These red lights were caused by the murderous intent and soul power that he had condensed within himself. As his murderous intent and soul power blossomed, the blood-like red light in his hand turned into a blood whip and was whipped towards his opponent.

Seeing this, Ye Buqun dodged to avoid it, and the blood whip condensed with soul power and murderous intent came fiercely. With a loud "boom", the blood whip drew out a huge ravine, almost dividing the venue into two.

"Clown King, it seems that you are just living up to your reputation. Weren't you very powerful just now? Why don't you dare to confront me head-on?"

This Contra got angry and said these unreasonable words.

Regardless of any fighting competition, there is no rule that says you cannot avoid the opponent's frontal attack. What he said was obviously unreasonable.

However, Ye Buqun was not angry because of his words. Instead, he said, "You mean I only need to block your attack head-on for you to be convinced?"

Contra said: "Humph, let's talk about it later if you can block it!"

In the audience, Meng Yiran, who was watching the battle, said loudly: "Master, don't be fooled by him! Just defeat this guy!"

"Don't worry." Ye Buqun responded.

"Boy, you must do what you say, otherwise no one will think highly of you even if you become the God of Death. Take the move!"

Contra once again deliberately used words to provoke him, and dazzling blood condensed in his right palm again. The blood turned into a blood whip and came towards Ye Buqun again.

This time, Ye Buqun really didn't dodge. His expression remained unchanged as he watched the whip that was enough to split the earth into two pieces.

This blood whip is like a poisonous python or the devil's tail.

At this time, Ye Buqun formed a sword with his fingers, facing the oncoming blood whip, he slashed forward.

The sword energy cut through the air and collided with the blood whip, making a harsh sound. The blood whip could not withstand the force of the sword energy and was split into two pieces.

"Yes, damn it!"

Contra cursed fiercely, but felt a little panicked in his heart.

Then, Ye Buqun's fingers still turned into swords, roaring towards him, and instantly split the Contra into two pieces.

A hundred victories, finally completed.

For others, such a thing is difficult or a miracle, but for him, it can be described as easy.

At this time, a strong murderous aura lingered around Ye Buqun's body, like a cloud of blood mist. However, under his control, this strong murderous aura was quickly withdrawn.

It is indeed rare to see someone who has just acquired a strong killing intent be able to control it freely.

Winning [-] games here means that he no longer has to compete. The happiest person is not Ye Buqun, but the players who will participate in the competition in the future.

No one wants to compete with such a strong monster-like guy. He doesn't have to compete, and the others are naturally relieved.

The probability of surviving each game is [-]%, but if you encounter this guy, it is infinitely close to [-]%. Fortunately, it has returned to [-]% now.

"Master, we won!" Meng Yiran rushed to the stage, hugged Ye Buqun and said.

"Congratulations to you, Clown King! And Clown Queen!" The devil-like voice came from all directions, causing the scene to fall into a brief silence.

In the dim sky, a dark red figure descended from the sky.Only when the figure landed on the ground did everyone see an extremely tall man with a pale face, eyes like a pair of blood holes, and wearing a huge blood-red cloak.

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

"..."

With the arrival of this person, the arena that had fallen into a brief silence began to boil again. Almost all the degenerates and sinners shouted loudly, seeming to express their crazy admiration.

He is the being who stands at the top of power in the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter.

Not only that, but judging from his movements and aura, Ye Buqun judged that this guy was definitely a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse.

The King of Slaughter issued his devilish refrain again: "I'm so happy today. In these short two or three days, two strong men with a hundred consecutive wins have actually emerged. This has not happened in the past hundred years. , I didn’t expect that two young people actually did it. Their strength makes you excited, makes you admire, and makes you tremble, doesn’t it, my lovely people?!”

"Yes, the King of Slaughter!"

"Yes, our great king!"

When the King of Slaughter said this, there were countless responses from below.

Ye Buqun could see clearly that the King of Slaughter seemed to exude an aura that could make those criminals worship him crazily and irrationally from the bottom of their hearts.

Except for Ye Buqun, not only others, but also Meng Yiran was a little restless, but her restlessness was quickly suppressed by Ye Buqun's soul.

"Very good!" The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice, and with a thought, he rose to a low altitude of seven or eight meters above the ground, and hung there with his arms folded, "Clown King, Clown Queen, speaking of which, I have to thank you two. It allowed me to see a wonderful game that I have not seen in the past hundred years. Since you two are so young, I have decided to make an exception and promote you to the God of Killing. From today on, you can come and go here at will, and you are also the distinguished guests of our killing city. "

"Okay! King of Slaughter!"

"Our great Wang Yingming!"

As soon as this resolution came out, the audience in the audience became excited again and responded loudly.

But as soon as he said this, Ye Buqun frowned: "King of Slaughter, have you forgotten something?"

A Slaughter Messenger standing not far from the Slaughter King stepped forward and yelled: "Hey, what are you talking about? How dare you talk to the Slaughter King like this?!"

Ye Buqun's words really didn't sound like what a citizen said to a king. Even though he had just been named the God of Killing, the King of Killing was still the ruler here.

The King of Slaughter didn't seem to care too much. He raised his arms and hands to tell the Slaughter Messenger to shut up, and then said to Ye Buqun: "Although your strength is extraordinary, the horror of the road to hell is probably far away." Beyond your imagination. You only have one life, I hope you can cherish it——"