Douluo: Incarnate as a devil, Xiaosan begged me to stop

Chapter 16 Champion

The scariest thing about the Hell Killing Fields is not the threat from the ten competitors in the same group in each game, but the crazy, bloodthirsty beasts lurking in the darkness outside the field, ready to attack you at any time. Give you a fatal blow at your weakest moment.

I don't know how many people have already set their sights on Bibi Qing, this cute little newcomer to the killing field. The eyes they look at him are probably similar to the way they look at a delicious fat sheep.

Here, Bibi Qing learned to be more cautious, careful and forbearing that she had not learned in Wuhun Palace.

In the first month, there were fourteen wins. In addition to the 140 people who fell at Bibi Qing's feet during the game, the number of people who fell at the feet of Bibi Qing exceeded three figures.

In the third month, 64 wins, Bibi Qing has far more than a thousand corrupted souls in his hands. Now, the number of people who dare to attack him has become fewer and fewer, but they are also getting stronger. Everyone in the Killing City has seen this. The madness of this boy.

In the first half year, he won 82 games. Compared with when he first came here, Bibi Qing's expression became colder, and even his body exuded a faint scent of blood.

Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel have already become synonymous with him.

However, when Bibi Qing's record reached the terrifying eighty-game winning streak, no one dared to sneak attack him after the game.

Now, Bibi Qing is an absolute star figure in the Killing City. Those who died in his hands were not only powerful people such as the Soul King and Soul Emperor, but also powerful beings as powerful as Contra and even Titled Douluo.

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

A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger without its claws. What's more, Bibi Qing is a terrifying killing machine.

Bibi Qing's powerful personal melee ability, without the use of soul skills, even the current Pope of Wuhun Temple can't do anything about, so how can it be handled by these ordinary people in the Killing City?

He is famous in the Killing City for his terrifying record and tyrannical personal strength. Bibi Qing, who holds a bright scepter in his hand, is nicknamed: King of Conqueror in the Killing City.

The King of Conquerors conquers everything within sight.

During this long period of a year, even though the degenerates who died in his hands were all evil and degenerate people, Bibi Qing would feel the murderous aura in him increase a little more every time he executed one person.

Fortunately, his mental power was getting stronger and stronger, and he was not affected by the growing murderous intent and bloodshed.

After a whole year of winter and summer, Bibi Qing's record has reached a terrifying 99-game winning streak. The number of players for the last game has been gathered. Everyone in the Killing City will witness the birth of a strong victor today. .

It took a full year, which was slightly different from the goal that Bibi Qing set for himself to win the championship title within six months.

Of course, it's not that Bibi Qing doesn't want to end the hundred battles as soon as possible, but because as his number of wins increases, fewer and fewer people dare to fight when he participates in the killing competition. It often takes a few days to gather ten people, and This is under the condition that Hell Killing Fields officials did not disclose in advance the specific time when he would participate.

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

In the life and death cage, no one is weak, and everyone has an extremely impressive winning streak. But at this time, there is only one voice inside and outside the court.

"The conquering king, the conquering king, the conquering king..."

The shouts almost made the Fallen lose their voices, but they had no intention of stopping.

Excitement, blood, bloodlust... almost the same emotions bloom crazily deep in the heart of every fallen person.

Ten people surrounded Bibi Qing in the center, four of them were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were full of lust.

The reputation of the Conquering King has already penetrated into their souls, but they know that if they cannot kill Bibi Qing, their journey to the killing capital will end here.

Bibi Qing's eyes were lightly closed, and when they were opened again, there was a trace of blood red in the dark pupils.

The cold, bloodthirsty murderous aura that was almost solidified spread out from him at this moment.

As time passed, Bibi Qing began to enjoy the feeling of the degenerates around him trembling under the influence of his murderous aura.

This year, Bibi Qing's soul power has improved a lot, and has reached the seventieth level. Once she leaves the killing city, she can absorb the seventh soul ring and be promoted to soul saint.

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

Anyone who comes to the capital of killing and struggles with death every day will be depraved, especially men.

Because under this tremendous pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve.

But Bibi Qing did not. After the battle, he would always go to a small room to practice silently.

When he walked out of the hut, the only place he went was the killing field of hell.

The huge pressure and the almost ascetic attitude of practice make it difficult not to make progress.

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

Ten people came from ten different directions, but they didn't disturb his mood at all.

Bibi Qing's figure flickered like a ghost, and his feet seemed to have springs. In an instant, his body had already flashed in front of a trembling opponent.

Under the fierce cheers of the entire audience, even the Conqueror King did not use his iconic black light. The next moment, the steel knife in the hands of the trembling fallen 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 kill a Contra-level existence in an instant, but this was a city of killing.

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

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

The speed of the Conqueror King reached the limit, and only a phantom was seen floating in the field, and black light flashed across everyone's throat.

Every time Wu Guang passed someone, the cheers outside the stadium became more enthusiastic. The last opponent of the Conquering King fell to the ground helplessly, and the cheers from the audience reached an unprecedented peak!

A champion is born!

When the last opponent was completely destroyed, Bibi Qing was slightly stunned on the spot and exhaled a heavy breath. Finally, it was a hundred games.

The last game ended here, but Bibi Qing did not leave, but waited quietly on the spot, seemingly enjoying the highest respect paid by all the fallen.

"Congratulations, young conqueror."

Deep and sharp voices suddenly came from all directions.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Fields suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky, and the King of Slaughter was coming.

Bibi Qing looked up at the scarlet figure full of blood in the air, feeling the malice filling the sky.

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

It was finally coming to an end, Bibi Qing only had this thought in her heart.

Next, just as Bibi Qing thought, the evil and cold scarlet aura of the King of Slaughter filled the entire place, offering all the fallen people present as sacrifices, opening the way to hell for him.

Bibi Qing didn't feel the slightest disturbance in her heart. These degenerates were just like their names, depraved and sinful. Being used as sacrifices might be their best ending.

Taking one last look at the King of Slaughter floating in mid-air, Bibi Qing had no idea about Tang San's evil thief's level 99 powerful great-grandfather. Then without any hesitation, Bibi Qing jumped down towards the crimson patch of ground.

(End of this chapter)