"Then come." Qin Xuan's face was expressionless, his left hand clenched on his back, and his right hand was filled with red light. There was no phoenix, only the red Changming Sword.

After nearly half a month of running in and practicing the Guigu Breathing Technique, Qin Xuan has been able to freely retract and release the Suzaku sealed in the Changming Sword.

The leading knight did not speak any more. He looked sideways at the narrow passage around Qin Xuan to make sure that the opponent had no room to dodge. He slowly raised the knight's spear in his hand, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and the horse under him suddenly accelerated.

"Remember the person who killed you, the evil knight Cheglava."

He carried a tragic aura and went straight to Qin Xuan to kill him. The cold aura filled the air, and a solemn murderous aura rushed towards him.

Just when the tip of the spear was about to hit Qin Xuan's chest, Qin Xuan moved. He lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot and jumped up to the tip of the spear with his left foot.

Although the passage is narrow and it is difficult for a war horse to turn around, because it is closer to the gate, the height is three to four meters, and the further inward, the higher the ceiling.

Qin Xuan flew over Cheglava's head, flipped forward and waved his sword.

"How is this possible..." Che Guevara never expected that Qin Xuan would dodge his spear in this way. He wanted to regret it, but it was already too late.

He subconsciously raised his gun to block the gap.

Zheng——

Click——

The sound of swords and the sound of metal breaking sounded almost at the same time. The knight's spear and Che Guevara's helmet were split in two, revealing a hideous face of fear and bloodlessness.

A line of blood quietly emerged from the top of Che Guevara's head and extended to his chin.

Che Guevara held a two-section broken spear in his hand. His body twitched violently for a few times, then he rolled off the horse, and the horse neighed.

Qin Xuan put away the Changming Sword Wuhun and landed with his heels. The huge door was opened again. A young woman wearing a black gauze mask walked out of it.

"Did you kill him?" The young woman's voice was very nice. When she came to Qin Xuan, she seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

It’s not that I’m afraid that the young man in front of me who is about the same age as me has the strength to defeat the evil knight, nor is I afraid that Che Guevara will be killed.

But fear the wrath of the King of Slaughter.

When beating a dog, it depends on the owner.

It is unimaginable how angry the King of Slaughter would be if someone killed his people in his territory.

However, Qin Xuan's answer made her get to know the young man in front of her again.

"He wants to kill me, so of course I can kill him, but I also understand the rules of this place. A small town is a small town, and a killing city is a killing city. If I kill law enforcers in this killing city, I'm afraid I will suffer

That person's anger."

The woman in black gauze glanced at Qin Xuan in surprise and stepped forward to check.

After confirming that Che Guevara was only seriously injured and unconscious, he threw a token to Qin Xuan, "It seems that you are not a reckless man, on the contrary, you are very smart."

"Then have I passed the test now?" Qin Xuan casually took the token, glanced at the number on it, '9527', and quickly lost interest.

Turning his gaze to the inside of the gate, he saw the whole scene of the Killing City.

This is a black city. The city walls are black and the buildings are black. Except for a purple waning moon hanging five hundred meters above the city, everything is black, like a night.

"Of course." The woman in black gauze walked in front of him and stepped away, making a gesture of invitation, "Welcome to the city of killing."

Holding the sign, Qin Xuan strode into it without looking at the woman in black gauze.

Looking at Qin Xuan's retreating figure, the woman in black gauze was about to follow him when the frightened voice of a black-armored soldier rang out from the side, "Sir, Mr. Killer Messenger, Mr. Che Guevara seems to be dying, do you want to send him..."
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"He is dead, just find a place to bury him. I will report it to the great king later."

The woman in black gauze glanced at the other party impatiently, and quickly followed in the direction of Qin Xuan.

Killing and serious injury are two concepts, although they are just a difference of thought. Killing people in a small town is nothing, after all, it is a test in itself.

Even the reception staff of the Killing City. If they die, they will die. Tang San killed them in the original novel.

But killing people in the city of killing is a big deal, it is just a slap in the face of the king of killing.

If things go on like this, the Slaughter City will be turned upside down. Who else will take him as the Slaughter King seriously?

Che Guevara was seriously injured, but the injury was a bit serious, and his brain and skull were cracked. Even if he survived, it would be of little use.

In the Killing City, a place where people eat people, no one would go to great lengths to heal the wounds of a mere centurion captain.

On the contrary, it was Qin Xuan who aroused her interest.

This young man, not much older than herself, reminded her of the disciples of the Haotian Sect who had gone through hell a few years ago.

The other party does not seem to be a fallen person, but someone who came here specifically to gain the realm of the God of Death.

On one side is the Haotian Sect and on the other is the Wuhun Palace. It's really interesting... The charming face under the black gauze woman's veil showed a smile of teasing and anticipation, and she quickened her pace.

He caught up with Qin Xuan within a few steps and walked side by side, explaining the rules of the Killing City tirelessly.

From the moment she was accepted as a maid by the King of Slaughter, she knew that she would never be able to escape this kind of darkness that had lasted for decades for the rest of her life.

Rather than remaining silent as always, she hopes someone can stir up trouble in this sinful world.

She, the Killing Messenger, was the woman in black veil who had received Tang San in the future, and she had expectations for Qin Xuan.

..........

One year later.

Hell's Killing Fields.

"Bang! Bang!"

The heads of the last two opponents were thrown away, blood spurted out, and their heads were separated under Qin Xuan's Changming Sword, and they slowly fell down.

He casually threw away an unknown number of fine iron swords that had been damaged with his left hand, and held the Chang Ming Sword in his right hand and raised it high above his head.

The murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance surrounded his whole body. Qin Xuan unreservedly released the terrifying and bloody killing aura all over his body, forming a huge bloody vortex in the air.

Ninety-nine battles, ninety-nine consecutive victories, this is what Qin Xuan has achieved so far in the hell killing place.

Because he has the advanced healing elixir purchased in the mall, the injuries and toxins are almost meaningless to Qin Xuan, and almost no one can hurt him.

And because [Phoenix Fire] can isolate the miasma, the murderous aura he has accumulated over the past year is almost uninterrupted by the outside world. There is no need to spend most of his time calming down the murderous aura.

Therefore, he will participate in any game in the Hell Killing Fields that can be booked.

And because every time after finishing the hell killing game, he would cut off the heads of any creature that tried to get close to him within ten meters.

Over time, Qin Xuan gained a notorious reputation in the killing fields of hell: Black Dragon.

Rumor has it that he wears a black robe, and no one has ever seen his true face. He often wields a dragon-shaped sword in the killing fields of hell, killing all enemies, and this is how he got his evil reputation.
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