The struggle season finally entered its grandest moment.

When Su Jing walked out of the Black Crystal Palace, the Dragon Castle was already in a dangerous and frenzy that could not be subsided, and every corner became full of dangers. Behind him, the Black Crystal Palace automatically contracted and curled up into the world of shadows and nothingness. In this case, Su Luo, who had incomplete power, carefully chose to stay in his palace - Su Jing then realized why his sister had not gone out these days. The danger here was more severe than he realized.

This castle really has life. Su Jing walked through one corridor after another and staircase after another. The blood and corpses left behind the battle were everywhere. It seemed that the massacre had started last night. Just when his soft jade was in his arms, there was a murderous purgatory outside the Black Crystal Palace. He didn't even expect that so many people lived in this castle, and the structure of the castle seemed to be different from when he walked yesterday.

"It is shrinking silently." Su Jing pressed his hand on the wall and felt the pulsation of the castle for a while. After a night of blood-drinking, the weakest and least alert members of the Dragon Army had been slaughtered. The killers who were trapped in killing and fighting fever were ambushed in every corner, or walking in the darkness, and the speed of death slowed down. The bloodthirsty castle began to quietly shrink the distance of the internal space, pulling the fighters who were originally far apart to a dangerous distance to start the war again.

These guys did not care that their target was a companion of the same legion, and they were killed. Only the lucky losers still had their lives and could only drag their bodies to the only truce zone. Su Jing encountered more than a dozen assassinations along the way. After he took his sword and cut several six-star masters into pieces, no one rashly attacked him along the way.

As he expected, the dungeon guarded by Sun Wukong, a neutral strongman, is the neutral area. The dungeon with suitable space on weekdays is now crowded, and adventurers who think they are not strong enough and adventurers who are seriously injured gather here. The prisoners who are unwilling to be lonely leave the dungeon and go to Dragon Castle to join the killing feast. Xu Fugui stood in the bar and was busy, and he didn't look like he was in danger of life.

Su Jing stood there and looked for a while, and Xu Fugui saw him and screamed in surprise: "Teacher Wubing, why are you still here?"

"What's wrong?" Su Jing walked slowly and slowly. He cherished every minute and every second he was now, because it was probably his last spare time before his death.

"Hongxiuzhe decided to wait for everyone's challenge at the top of Dragon Castle. The person who could beat her was the new leader of the Dragon Army. And she publicly announced that she was going to duel with a man named Su Jing today. Everyone said that this was to use the blood of the strong to add a little festive color to the marriage of General Longcheng."

"Some people also say that this is the prelude to the comprehensive war between us and technology." The members of the Dragon Army on a table heard the conversation between the two, and the people in the bar immediately turned to Su Jing. A considerable number of people looked at him, "Are you Su Jing?"

"What's the point of this guy?"

"Go to the roof of Longbao, don't let Hongxiuzhe wait too long." The person who spoke looked angry, as if Su Jing had done something wrong. Su Jing found these people very interesting, and seemed to never rob Hongxiuzhe's opponent. His body seemed to be marked by Hongxiuzhe. Others would avoid Hongxiuzhe's selected prey from far away. The winery tried to express his disdain for him. His movements and expressions all meant, "If I hadn't given Hongxiu some face, I would have killed you here."

Su Jing patted his head and agreed: "You are right. It's too rude to let the lady wait for a long time."

He casually cut off the man's head with a sword, and the blood fountain sprinkled high, spilling the person next to him with his face and body.

The bar suddenly became quiet. Xu Fugui calmly placed the wine glass, then squatted down with his head in his arms, hiding his body behind the bar.

"This is the neutral area. The rules of the Long Army are that people are not allowed to be killed here." Someone whispered in the crowd.

"Uh. But I'm not a member of the Dragon Army, sorry." Su Jing scratched his hair and stood loosely. "Who has any objection to this? I hope you can kill me enthusiastically. Before going to fight Hongxiu, I want to accumulate a little murderous aura. So, if you don't do it first, I will do it first? If anyone wants to escape, I can leave first, and I won't kill it all."

A few people began to gaze at the sight of them, but more people showed fierce lights. The murderous aura of these masters and low-key men held Su Jing's throat like iron pliers, making him laugh happily.

"What a wonderful place." Su Jing sniffed, letting the bloody smell rush into the nasal cavity and nerve center. "I have already started to like this castle."

Twenty seconds after the battle began, the most cautious person had already begun to flee. The arrogant young man had already stirred up a whirlpool in the bar, and he didn't even show mercy on the injured. The first one was the seriously injured with the weakest vitality, slaughtered by a ruthless beam of sword light. The dragon army masters rushed forward were full of energy, and the furniture, walls and floors of the bar were guarded by some conceptual force. The power of the people echoed and alluvial in the narrow room, forming a vortex of riots. The brilliant sword light lit up from time to time, and each time brought a large bunch of sprayed plasma and a fierce wail. The figures intertwined in the energy vortex flew out one by one, and few people could even see the young man's sword movement. Everything was too chaotic, but the head guarding the dungeon was indifferent.

A minute later, the most tenacious fighter also began to retreat, but was nailed to the ground by a sword, and could only twist and fight to fight. Su Jing took a step forward and wanted to toss it slowly. A black wind flashed across the side, and an iron rod was thrown off, smashing the man's head, and red and white flowed all over the ground.

"You have become much more skilled in methods. The murderous aura has gradually stabilized." Sun Wukong sat on the bar from beginning to end, and was indifferent to the massacre that happened around him. "But murderous aura and murderous aura are two different things. murderous aura is just a means, and murderous aura is the essence of killing. Only murderous aura and no murderous aura can lead to some hardship."

"When I come back, I'll fight you."

Su Jing twisted his fingers, and the glaze light soaked in blood emitted a dark red halo. He needed to cultivate his unstoppable momentum through killing. The more masters he killed, the better his mentality would be when he stood in front of the Red Sleeve Bullet.

He had a feeling that Hongxiuzhi was doing the same thing. Until now, he had only a vague guess about Hongxiuzhi's true identity. Why did she value herself so much? When he opened his eyes this morning, the clues he found finally pieced together a vague pattern, an answer that made him a little unhappy.

"It's a sin."

Su Jing mumbled like an old man, dragging his sword away from the dungeon and heading to the top of the Dragon Castle. The roads in the castle were winding and he had never been to the top. But he climbed all the stairs within his eyes with his horse. This life-like castle listened to his call, and the correct stairs and passages always appeared in front of him.

Su Jing waved a sword, and a master hiding on the ceiling jumped down silently. Before he landed, the last spark of life had been extinguished, and the body that had lost all its power fell to the ground with a thud, like a pile of soft flesh. There was another person who used some method to hide in the wall, and Su Jing walked there unconsciously. Then he inserted a sword into the wall, then pulled out the long sword, and continued to move forward. It was not until half a minute later that the gurgling blood gushed out from the cracks in the wall.

Irony. He thought. He didn't expect that in the end, in order to defeat his great enemy, he actually had to follow her philosophy and hone his murderous intent and murderous intent in killing. Su Jing coldly observed his instinctive reaction. Killing, he thought. It was a skill that could be practiced and improved. Some people would never learn to kill, some people were born to be unable to feel the value of life. Some people even felt the joy of being intoxicated by taking life. Su Jing was not any of them. He was just numbing his heart, abandoning all emotions, leaving only the transcendent murderous intent and the inertia of victory.

In the past battles, Su Jing always liked gorgeous tricks and large-scale destruction of maps. But now he has learned the skills and secrets of subtle power control from these red martial warriors. Both sides tacitly tried not to destroy the castle. He gradually began to experience the joy of this subtle explosion, and only burst out his own power in the interlaced moment, just like fireworks that ignite and extinguished in an instant. In a moment that was hard to reach, two devastating forces had once clashed and tempered in a small area of ​​the palm. Every time he drew his sword, it was a refreshing duel, and Su Jing mercifully gave all challengers the silence of death.

He stepped onto the top of Dragon Castle, behind him was a peaceful road. Blood-stained boots stopped in front of the door for a moment, and then he pushed open the door.

The sunlight flashed his eyes for a moment. Su Jing was shocked at first, thinking that the Hongxiuzhe would take advantage of this opportunity. But he was worried. When he looked closely, he only saw an empty square at the top of the castle. The gloomy sky in the iron realm was rarely penetrated by the sun, and it fell on the gray-white stone ground. Five people were lying in a pool of blood, while the Hongxiuzhe stood in the center of the square like a sword, waiting silently for Su Jing's arrival.

"Why do you like to kill so much?" Su Jing dragged his sword into his place of death. On the wall next to the square, there was a man who was not as beautiful as a human. Long Chengxue played the role of a bystander without saying a word. He always occupied the most eye-catching position and also became gloomy at this moment, because there was only Hongxiu in Su Jing's eyes.

"Because we are never short of manpower. The red force is the most powerful of all the groups, but all we want is the most powerful master." Hongxiu took a step forward, and her soft black hair flew in the wind, like a proud flag. "In terms of style of conduct, we are more Chaos Schizophrenic than Chaos Schizophrenic. However, there is one biggest difference between us and Chaos Schizophrenic, that is, we fight each other to become stronger, and they provoke battles just for meaningless disputes and wars."

"You are a group of madmen." Su Jing expressed his thoughts to the truth.

"Hehe." Hongxiu under the mask made her smile for the first time. The sound of her laughing made Su Jing feel inexplicably familiar. "This is the most correct sentence you said after I met you. That's right. We are indeed crazy. Even I think so."

Long Chengxue, who was sitting in the distance, supported her chin with one hand and began to hum a song softly. Su Jing felt that if he took this scene with a camera at this moment, the copyright fee he sold could buy the entire continent.

This group of madmen is the most powerful and terrifying group in the multiverse? He feels a small sense of disillusionment and a strong sense of unreality.

"I have something to say before we start the fight." Su Jing raised a finger, "I hope you can give me a little time."

"Speaking."

Hongxiu put his hands behind his back, and his eyes under the mask were as plain as water. The fierce murderous intent was no longer the Frost Sword and Snow Sword, but a smooth bullet, which would only burst out with power at the moment it was released.

"I thought about it for a long time, who are you? This question is like an itch that cannot be scratched on my back, and it has been tormenting me. Some of your behaviors and postures make me feel familiar, but I can never match you with anyone in my memory. And your martial arts cultivation is so brilliant, I think this may be the "leakless" realm I have heard of, and I can't even collect a fallen dead cell, and I can't tell your genes."

Su Jing paused for a few seconds.

"But, a little prank from my yesterday gave me a key tip. When I was in a deadlock, taking the initiative was the best choice. I successfully angered you and exposed you a small flaw. From this flaw, I began to realize that I was in a blind spot." Su Jing sighed, "I haven't thought about this aspect before, but... should I say it's too incredible? Or do I subconsciously feel that 'I've encountered a joke once and won't encounter it a second time'? After determining the general direction, the remaining reasoning is very simple."

The red sleeved man raised his head and looked at him quietly.

"I finally realized that your posture is the body that another person should have. Even before I came to this world, I had portrayed the posture that she should have. Your posture, your expression, is the future where an identity that has long been gone continues to develop in another possibility."

Su Jing stretched out his hand and pointed at the mask that Hongxiu used.

"Pick it off, Aluo. Or, Aluo in another parallel universe. There is only one person in the world who will be unprepared for my breath."

Hongxiu hesitated for a moment and took off the mask. The face under the mask was exquisite and beautiful, with sharp eyebrows and charming eyes. The lines of her lips were so graceful that Su Jing had the urge to kiss. However, her expression was not the Su Luo who always smiled, nor the Su Luo who could kiss Su Jing's neck with a red face, but the cold and cold sword that was soaked in blood.
Chapter completed!