Douluo: Love at First Sight Qian Renxue

Chapter 147 In the killing field, the king of killing also compromises
Compared with when he just came here, Lin Qingxuan's expression was more gloomy and cold, and he even clearly felt a faint bloody aura emanating from his body. Cold, bloodthirsty, and cruel had already become synonymous with him. .

This feeling is very good, Lin Qingxuan is quite disgusted in the deepest part of his heart, but unfortunately he has to persevere for the sake of strength, I don't know when, he has become the kind of person he hated the most.

Sometimes, all opponents can be defeated without strong soul power. In the hands of Lin Qingxuan, several opponents with soul power over level [-] have died, because they did not understand martial arts, which became the most critical reason for their loss of life.

At this time, the nine people who entered the arena together with Lin Qingxuan, of course, could not be only five games away from him.

Now Tang San's victories are already far ahead, three of the nine people in the Prison Slaughtering Field are already trembling all over, and the remaining six are also full of viciousness.

Lin Qingxuan's eyes were red with blood. Several years of life as an emperor gave him a kind of domineering that ordinary people don't have.

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Lin Qingxuan's body almost instantly. He didn't know when it started. He seemed to enjoy the trembling feeling of these fallen people around him. Unknowingly, he found that he was superior and could control others at will. The imperial familiarity of life and death.

When the nine people were imprisoned in the venue, they surrounded Lin Qingxuan almost immediately, because they knew that if they didn't work together to kill Lin Qingxuan, none of them would be able to get out alive.

They thought carefully, how could Lin Qingxuan not know, opened his eyes, took back all the momentum in an instant, and said innocently to the nine people.

"You are the strongest opponents I have encountered. I admit that I am not the enemy of the nine of you, but before I die, I can definitely pull six to seven people behind me. As for who will survive in the end Those two fishermen who make a profit, that's something you should consider."

: "The nine people who were originally fighting against the enemy were disintegrated by Lin Qingxuan's few words in an instant. On the surface, they are still allies, but they have begun to have some disagreements in their hearts."

There is a saying that is very good, only when you are constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, can you understand the true meaning of actual combat.

But when they come to the city of killing and struggle to death every day, 90.00% of the [-]% of the people will fall accordingly, and the remaining [-]% of them will eventually become robots who only know how to kill.

Roaring and hissing, nine voices attacked Lin Qingxuan almost simultaneously.

Nine people rushed from nine different directions, but they didn't disturb Lin Qingxuan's mood in the slightest.

His body flickered like an illusion, and he kept dodging under his feet while not forgetting to attack. In an instant, his body was in front of an opponent who was trembling before.

The next moment, the long sword in that person's hand cut off his own neck, turned around, kicked sideways, and then the next opponent.

The vine whip in his hand was flying around the neck of one person, moving his head more quickly than a sharp blade, instantly losing two opponents.

The remaining seven figures paused immediately, and Lin Qingxuan suddenly smiled, very happily.

"I thought I could only kill seven, but I didn't expect God to help me. Now there are only seven of you, which happens to be my current limit. Are you ready? Are you ready to report to the underworld in what way? .”

Lin Qingxuan's words broke the defenses of seven people in an instant. In fact, there were many flaws in his words, but now he still has something to study. Deterrence made the remaining few lose their fighting spirit.

The body spun around rapidly, and while speaking, the movements of the hands were not idle at all, and the long whip flew and killed another person.

With the left hand drawn out, a short sword is held in the hand. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that one inch is long, one inch is strong, one inch is short, and one inch is dangerous.

The long whip flies and is used to attack.The short sword is used for defense, and once attacked and received, the opponent has no chance.

If it weren't for the extreme danger today, Lin Qingxuan would never have shown his special skills.

Although he dismisses others in words, in fact he is still extremely vigilant in his heart. This is to despise the opponent tactically and to value the opponent strategically.

Although the whole process sounds a bit long, it actually took a very short time. After finishing the last person, Lin Qingxuan did not leave in a hurry, but made up one by one to make sure that everyone was completely dead!
What he did was not because of his cruelty, but because of his experience. Some people will use special exercises to enter a state of suspended animation, so that if you don't pay attention, they will do it all over again.

And the most direct way is to let his head move. Lin Qingxuan didn't think that in this world, there could be someone like Monkey King who lost his head and could grow another one.

No matter who it is, as long as they are strong enough, they will have a corresponding nickname.

From this scene onwards, Lin Qingxuan's name was given an extra nickname - Butcher!
Lin Qingxuan actually didn't like this name, because he thought it was too rustic and not worthy of his identity at all.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair. The blue and purple crystals were inlaid on the chair. These crystals outlined a drum-like shape. Except for this chair, everything here was dark red.

"The butcher won another game." The cold female voice sounded in the darkness, without any emotion in the voice.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his face could not be seen clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? It's been a long time since there has been a real strong man in the capital of killing."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"Yes, he is!"

"At least technically, he is.

The butcher seemed to be born for the Slaughter City, his soul power is very strong, and his various skills are equally terrifying, even if the Title Douluo is in the Slaughter City, it is impossible to kill him without soul skills.

I can be sure that there are at least one or two soul bones on King Shura's body. "

"Then what do you think, can he complete a hundred games and then challenge Hell Road?"

"It will be a matter of time before a hundred games are completed, and the hell road is very likely to pass!"

The Slaughter King said coldly: "Don't touch him, don't try to touch him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger?

Although we had an agreement with Wuhundian thousands of years ago, who knows when they will tear up the agreement, and now Wuhundian has changed its name to Wuhun Empire. "

"There are some things you don't understand. Others may not know his true identity, but unfortunately he can't hide it from me. If you want to say who has the strongest backer in this world, it must be him."

"I don't want to offend the people behind him, and as he said, as long as he wants to leave, we can't keep him."

(End of this chapter)