Douluo: The Demon Swordsman of Tianshui Academy

The moment the soul ring on Meng Qiu's body rose, the fallen ones who had been murderous before suddenly became frightened and stopped and turned around to flee.

However, Mengqiu did not let go of their idea.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cruel arc, and a faint voice rang out in this city of sin.

"The killing game has begun."

Frost and snow flew into the air without any cold, breaking into various shapes.

Long swords fell from the sky like raindrops, blood splattered, washing away the sin.

The other Fallen in the City of Slaughter were horrified when they saw this natural disaster-like scene and fled in all directions.

Meng Qiu walked slowly on the black stone road. With every step he took, several lives disappeared.

Almost all the people in the City of Slaughter are evildoers, so Meng Qiu has no psychological burden when killing them.

In the center of the City of Slaughter, inside a huge ancient castle.

"Wang, Scott is dead."

The woman in black veil who had left at the city gate earlier half-knelt on the ground, lowered her head respectfully and reported.

On the skeleton throne opposite her, the King of Slaughter was wearing a blood-red cloak, holding a goblet filled with sticky Bloody Mary.

After hearing the words of the woman in black veil, the King of Slaughter's nonchalant expression changed slightly, becoming more serious.

"Oh, which killer god has returned?"

Scott was a Soul Sage who was endowed with the ability to use soul skills in the City of Slaughter. Those who were suppressed by the Forbidden Magic Field could never be his opponents.

The King of Killing would naturally think that it was the work of some God of Killing who was able to kill Scott.

"The king is not a killing god, but a newcomer."

The words of the woman in black veil made the King of Slaughter's face change and his momentum increased greatly.

The woman in black veil felt as if she was facing a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses; even breathing became difficult.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" The King of Killing's low voice came.

The woman in black veil quickly told everything she had seen.

Listening to her story, the King of Slaughter's expression became more serious.

The fact that he could easily kill the Soul Saint who had been given authority by him in the City of Slaughter without obtaining the Domain of the God of Killing had almost broken the King of Slaughter's cognition.

Then, a hurried voice was heard.

A black-armored knight rushed into the hall and said, "King, someone is killing people in the inner city. He is not affected by the rules of the City of Slaughter at all!"

"There have been heavy casualties in the inner city right now!"

As the news came, the King of Killing could no longer sit still.

The people in the Killing City are the key to the normal operation of the Killing City.

The daily fighting is not a big deal, but if there is a large-scale death, it may very likely lead to the collapse of the entire Killing City.

As the master of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter would never allow such a thing to happen.

No matter who that guy is, he has to meet him!
With a wave of his scarlet robe, the King of Slaughter disappeared from the throne, leaving behind only a glass of sticky Bloody Mary, reflecting the black palace ceiling.

At this time, the inner city of the killing city

The black stone road was littered with corpses, and blood filled every crack and groove in the floor.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger, as if it could condense into substance.

In the middle of the road, Mengqiu was still walking slowly.

Frosty and snowless fractals continued to fall, continuing to reap the lives of the fallen.

The gate leading from the inner city to the outer city has been frozen by ice.

The vicious and depraved people were hiding everywhere, trembling and swallowing their saliva.

"Is it finally here?"

Feeling something, Mengqiu stopped, and Shuanghan Wuxue returned to his side, hanging quietly in the air.

He looked towards the road ahead. A red light flashed, black bats flew around, and gradually turned into a human figure.

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter is coming!"

When the fallen people in hiding saw this figure, they shouted excitedly as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Although this kid is very unreasonable, in the hearts of the fallen, the King of Killing is a god-like existence.

No matter how powerful Meng Qiu is, they believe that they will not be a match for the King of Killing.

"King, kill this guy quickly!" A Fallen walked out of the house where he was hiding, pointing at Meng Qiu with murderous intent on his face.

The next moment, his body shrivelled up instantly and all life was gone.

The King of Slaughter frowned slightly and waved his hand: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

He then looked at Meng Qiu again. After seeing the snowflake-shaped mark on his forehead and the divinity contained in it, the King of Slaughter's pupils suddenly shrank and the murderous intent in his body diminished a lot.

Looking at Meng Qiu, the King of Slaughter's tone was somewhat polite:
"What brings this powerful man to the City of Slaughter?"

The King of Killing Chunchun is a person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

After feeling the divinity in Meng Qiu, he had no intention of offending this person.

Meng Qiu smiled slightly: "Nothing, I just want to ask the King of Slaughter to help me."

help?

The King of Killing looked at the scene of corpses all around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

What kind of good person would go on a killing spree in someone else's territory when he was looking for help? !

This is clearly a show of ruining the party!
If it were an ordinary person, the King of Killing would have taken action long ago.

However, considering the divinity of Meng Qiu and the inexplicable fatal feeling towards him, the King of Killing decisively gave in.

A smile formed on his face, which was as pale as a vampire's. "Please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

"Then please help me open the road to hell, Your Excellency the King of Slaughter."

"This……"

When the King of Killing heard Meng Qiu's words, he hesitated.

He was the last person to open the road to Hell.

After all, every god of killing is a threat to the City of Slaughter.

Seeing the Slaughter King's hesitant attitude, Meng Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Frost and Snowless Sword in his hand surged:
"Why, it seems that the King of Slaughter is unwilling to help me?"

The King of Slaughter was quite annoyed by Meng Qiu's blatant threat in front of so many Fallen.

But he still suppressed his anger and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Sir, I think the one on Hell Road should be of no use to you, right?"

"And it's really against the rules to open the road to hell like this."

"It's against the rules?" Meng Qiu sneered.

"Aren't the rules of this Slaughter City decided by you, the Slaughter King?"

"Forget it. Since the King of Slaughter doesn't want to help me, I have to do it myself."

After saying this, Meng Qiu raised his left hand, and the seventh soul ring on his body flickered.

The body of the Frost and Snowless Sword instantly grew larger, and its aura became even more fierce.

In the city of slaughter, snowflakes are falling.

The frost spread outward with Meng Qiu standing at the center, freezing everything.

The entire Killing City seemed to have turned into a city of ice and snow.

The King of Slaughter felt the fall of the Fallen and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Stop, I agree!"

(End of this chapter)