The Unusual Number of Douluo

"Hundred-game winning streak? It doesn't sound too difficult."

Zhao Xuan smacked his lips and looked at the black yarn girl strangely.

The black gauze woman was startled, and immediately looked at Zhao Xuan like a monster, and said coldly: "Sir, I really don't know who gave you the courage to say this."

"Did you know? For a thousand years, there have only been eight killers who have won a hundred consecutive victories here!"

Tang San was silent on the side. Hearing that he glanced at the black-shaded woman, and then slowly moved his eyes away, because he knew that for Zhao Xuan, a 100-game winning streak is indeed very simple, simple like eating and drinking water. In general, in fact, this is not a place for people like Zhao Xuan to stay.

"The killing capital, the hell killing field."

Zhao Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, then looked at a low fence not far away, his eyes flashing.

From the narration of the black yarn woman, the harvest is unimaginable, so if you want to find something related to the god of Shura, I am afraid you have to go in personally.

"Little San, where is your destination, too?"

"Ok."

Tang San nodded, then looked at the inner city in front of him. The entire inner city was surrounded by a curtain of blood. The blood qi escaping from it had formed a scene like a celestial phenomenon, and how many killings were born in it. One can imagine.

"Then let's go together."

"Guest, do you want to go in? You have to know that as long as you go in, even the great King of Slaughter will not bless you."

When the black gauze woman heard the shocked expression on their faces during the conversation, she quickly reminded.

Zhao Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then said to Tang San beside him: "Let's go."

Looking at the backs of Zhao Xuan and Tang San, the black gauze woman frowned, then her expression became cold, her red lips opened slightly and she just listened to her murmur: "Since you don't listen to advice, then take a good look at the hell. Like a world."

In the inner city of the Slaughter City, two young figures suddenly walked in at the city gate.

Compared with the lifeless outer city, the inner city of Slaughter City is undoubtedly much more "lively". Excited howls or cry of pain continue to flood into their ears, and the exciting scenes are even more money-free. In front of them.

"It's really a place of filth, the capital of sin is well-deserved." Zhao Xuan murmured, and Tang San nodded in agreement.

At the moment they entered the city, they had seen a middle-aged man suddenly attacked and killed by a small man. After cutting his throat in excitement, the small man took a glass full of "Bloody Mary" with a crystal cup. , And then ran towards a huge building in the center of the city.

"That is the killing fields of hell?"

Zhao Xuan stared at the building, and then pressed the agitated Zixiao Divine Thunder. Over the huge building in the city center, a thick cloud of terrifying blood was rolling, curious and dull, and it was too heavy for people to breathe. Zixiao Divine Thunder was also impatient for it.

As the nemesis of evil, Zixiao Divine Thunder felt something that made it uncomfortable, and Jingshi Bailian was also ready to move.

"Hey, young child, can you borrow a few glasses of Bloody Mary?"

At this moment, three majestic men walked towards Zhao Xuan and Tang San with a grinning smile. The headed man said frivolously, each of them holding a wine glass for the Bloody Mary.

In the distance, many people put down the things in their hands and looked here with great interest.

Zhao Xuan glanced at them, then slowly uttered a few words.

"Rubbish."

Even if a few people have been lingering together in the killing city for a long time, they couldn't help but be stunned at this time, and what followed was an uncontrollable rage, his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

"Rookie, do you want the master to teach you the rules of the killing capital?"

Zhao Xuan looked at several people, suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up.

The next moment, his figure suddenly flashed, and the sounds of "bang", "bang" and "bang" were heard in front of him.

Looking at it again, Zhao Xuan's figure was still on the spot, but the three majestic men were silent, not because they saw something shocking, but because the heads that carried their expressions had disappeared from their necks.

"puff!"

The blood in their bodies spouted out of the large arteries from their broken necks, like three blood fountains, very gorgeous.

And their muscles seemed to have recovered right now, holding the bloody Mary's hand loose, the wine glass fell towards the ground.

At the moment the wine glass fell, a pair of white hands reached out and grabbed the two cups like lightning, and then filled the two cups of Bloody Mary in the gushing blood spring.

Tang San handed a cup of Bloody Mary to Zhao Xuan with a calm face.

Zhao Xuan took it, and then held up the wine glass to face the people who had fallen into sluggishness watching the show. The corner of his mouth was slightly bent, and Zhao Xuan's hand holding the wine glass was a little hard.

"Welcome to us, the killing capital...this disgusting place."

Chapter 302

Rich and fresh blood flowed slowly on the dirty street, braving a gust of heat.

After being surprised, the eyes of the onlookers looking at the two people who left became indifferent again.

There is no shortage of killing and death in the killing capital, let alone the strong.

The building in the center of the city is indeed the Hell Killing Field. The entire Hell Killing Field is huge. Perhaps the entire Killing Capital was built around it. When approaching, you can clearly hear excitement roars like waves. From the inside.

"Hell Killing Field... entrance fee, a glass of Bloody Mary."

Zhao Xuan suddenly looked at Tang San beside him, and asked, "Little San, why did Uncle Tang Hao let you come here to practice?"

Looking around, Tang San slowly shook his head, taking the surrounding environment into his eyes, with a little confusion in his eyes: "I don't know."

"You said you were looking for something, then what are you looking for?"

As soon as the conversation turned, he asked Zhao Xuan curiously.

"I do not know either."

The voice fell, and the two looked at each other, and both saw the helpless look in each other's eyes.

"Huh? Where is that?"

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's spiritual sense sensed that there were a group of strange buildings in front of him. Those buildings were so strange that they could actually prevent his spiritual sense from exploring.

Suddenly, there was a touch of strangeness in my heart, it is difficult to find what I want there.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan couldn't help but walk around the periphery of the Hell Killing Field to the other side. The Hell Killing Field was too tall, completely obscuring his sight.

Although Tang San felt strange, he also followed Zhao Xuan's footsteps.

On one side, the two finally saw the building behind the killing fields of hell.

Following the relatively low buildings along the way, a hill rose from the edge of the city, and on the top of the hill, an extremely large group of palaces was built.

The dark purple moon hung high in the sky. With the dim light, from time to time, a group of bats could be seen waving their wings and flying by.