Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

　　 Puff, puff, puff..., a corpse fell to the ground, and blood stained the floor of the tavern.

　　 At this time, Hemingway's face was very calm.

　　 Because the next thing he is going to enter is the killing capital, where there are no friends or partners, and some are just enemies. Kill everyone who can be a threat. To win the annual championship in the killing fields of **** is the purpose of his trip. By the way, you can also hone your murderous aura, and see if you can comprehend it by analogy and so on. Of course, the position of the **** of Shura is also his goal.

　　 After all, the **** Shura and his other martial soul, Nether White Tiger, have a very good relationship, and he wants to play with him as a whole with two gods.

　　 The waiter in the tavern did not panic because dozens of people died. He was as calm as Hemingway, and seemed to have been used to this scene a long time ago.

　　 "Do you want to enter the killing capital by killing a few people? You are not qualified." The waiter said coldly, "I can't even bear a cup of Bloody Mary, so why enter? Uh..."

　　 blasted his head with a burst of air.

　　 Hemingway didn't turn around to look, just said faintly: "Am I qualified now?"

　　 The waiter obviously couldn't give him any more answers. He didn't expect this person to shoot himself. Blood was sprayed from the neck of the headless body, and his body slammed down, gathering with the corpses before.

　　 After finishing speaking, Hemingway strode to the bar of the pub, and did not look at the other two waiters who had been stunned after the bar. Raising his hand, he slapped his palm heavily on the bar. In the loud noise, the bar counter turned into fragments and flew around, exposing the ground.

　　 The two waiters are already looking silly.

　　 "The entrance to the Slaughter City should be right here." Hemingway slammed a fist directly in the air, and screamed out with terrifying energy. Smashed heavily to the ground!

　　 Long ago, Hemingway's domineering experience had already detected the difference here. Just below this bar is empty. There is no doubt that this small town cannot be the capital of killing, and the entrance is the most reasonable explanation.

　　 He doesn't look for any organs, he has to use different methods in different places.

　　 There was a loud noise. A huge hole appeared in the ground, and the cold wind blew up from under the cave.

　　 Hemingway did not hesitate, leaped down and jumped directly into the darkness of the ground. His body was instantly surrounded by pitch black, and the whole person was submerged in it.

　　 When he fell into the darkness, Hemingway was already down-to-earth. He didn't need light. He could see everything clearly in the dark because of his domineering look. This is a long corridor extending diagonally downward, and the cold breath is constantly blowing over Hemingway's body.

　　 But it was nothing to him, and he strode forward blindly.

When Hemingway was walking 1,462 steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Welcome to the capital of killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get it. The price of everything you want is your life."

　　 Hemingway, who is always open to see and hear and domineering, has long felt that the material of this tunnel is very special, and he can't penetrate it even with his own mental power. His face changed slightly, and his expression couldn't help being cautious. But the pace under his feet did not stop.

　　In the darkness, the first thing to detect is his domineering, and then his people.

　　 After turning a turn, there was a faint light coming from ahead. Hemingway had already seen and heard domineering and saw that it was an open door. On the other side of the portal, there is a breath of life.

　　 Strode forward, Hemingway vaguely heard a noisy sound when he walked out of the tunnel. In front of him, one hundred and one people appeared. They were all dressed in black armor, and even their faces were completely covered by helmets. One hundred of them were armed with epees. There is only one person sitting on the tall war horse. His horse is also covered with thick black armor.

　　 "You violated the rules." The deep voice sounded extremely cold, and it didn't seem to be spoken from the population. It was the black knight who was sitting immediately who spoke.

　　 Hemingway did not look at him, but cast his eyes behind his back. What he saw was a black city. The thick black city wall was extremely wide, it turned out to be a city, and a purple moon actually hung in the sky above the city.

　　 The moon is very low, it seems that it is less than 500 meters away from the ground. Looking up, everything is black, like the existence of night.

　　 "What if I violated the rules?" Hemingway asked lightly.

　　 The black-armored knight's voice is still cold, without the slightest human aura, "Then you must be punished. If you defeat me, you will have the qualification to enter the killing city."

　　 "Didn't it kill you?" Hemingway asked lightly.

　　 The slender knight's spear in the black armored knight's hand slowly raised, and the black armored warriors on both sides of it backed slowly, leaving an empty field.

　　 "I'm the terrorist knight Scott." The horse suddenly accelerated, and the black knight rushed towards Hemingway with a terrible breath. The icy breath was permeated, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura rushed forward.

　　 Although the murderous aura exuding from this black armored knight was like a breeze to Hemingway, it also made him shine. The spirit power in his body was surging, and he wanted to use his armed look domineering, but Hemingway suddenly discovered that his spirit ring hadn't appeared, and it seemed that all his spirit abilities had already lost its effect at this moment.

　　 Hemingway, who had known part of the information in advance, didn't panic at all, because this had already been expected by him.

　　According to the description in a few words in the original book he has read, this killing capital has special rules. Here, any soul skills are invalid. Even a soul master can only use the most basic power.

　　 The most basic form of Wuhun. The spirit ability disappeared, but the spirit power was there. And the physical fitness will not decrease.

　　 Frankly speaking, this place is simply a perfect place for Hemingway. Because of the means of attack that he usually relies on for his livelihood. It is to flatten all opponents with a tyrannical physique. I rarely use spirit skills. Although the three-color domineering cannot be used here. But with a strong physique and six navy styles. It was enough to make him wantonly.

　　 faced the menacing enemy.

　　 Hemingway's response method is very simple, he just smashed his fist.

　　 What he greeted with his steel-hard fist was the heavy armored horror knight with the great momentum of the horse.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　The war horse screamed, and the huge charge came to an abrupt halt.

　　 A four-meter-long heavy knight gun burst into the air. Flew far away. The terrorist knight Scott is no longer on the horse, and like his knight's gun, the whole person has been lifted off. But the war horse stopped on Hemingway's fist.

　　 The huge momentum stopped here. Under the action of the powerful force, the horse turned sideways and twitched violently. Its neck has been completely broken in the collision of two vigorous forces.

　　 How abnormal Hemingway's physical fitness is now, even he himself doesn't have a basic concept. I only know that it is very strong! Although he didn't use his full force with this punch, he even took back his strength. But even so, the explosive power that this light and fluttering punch can produce is extremely terrifying!

　　 The terrorist knight Scott slowly got up from the ground. The armor on his right hand that was holding the knight's gun before had all shattered and scattered, and even the armor on the entire right arm was the same. Also cracked at the same time were the muscles and bones of his right arm.

　　 Hemingway frowned. According to his original calculations against the opponent, this punch should be able to end the opponent's life. But the power of this horror knight was stronger than he judged. Only his life was left.

　　 Walking forward step by step, Hemingway looked up at the purple moon. Secretly said in his heart: City of Slaughter that can't use spirit abilities. I am coming.

　　 "Stand, stop." Scott yelled a bit sternly.

　　 Hemingway looked at him coldly. At this time, Scott's helmet had fallen. A ferocious middle-aged face was revealed. There was already more horror in his eyes when he looked at Hemingway. Obviously, he couldn't think of why this young man's power would be so terrifying. Isn't he a soul master?

　　 "Block me again, I don't mind killing all of you." Hemingway said coldly.

　　 "No, it's not blocking you. You have passed my test. You are eligible to enter the killing capital." The terrorist knight said a little hard. What he didn't understand was that ordinary spirit masters who came here would be shocked because their spirit abilities could not be used, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to be affected at all.

　　 A black sign was handed to Hemingway, and Hemingway took it casually. A skull is engraved on the sign, and there is a number 9527 underneath.

　　 "This is the proof that you are in the Slaughter City. Please enter the city, and someone will guide you at the city gate."

　　 Holding the sign, Hemingway strode forward, not looking at the horror knight again.

　　 Looking at Hemingway's fading back, Scott pulled out the saber around his waist with his backhand, swung it down fiercely, and cut off his right arm, which had been completely shattered. Scarlet blood was scattered on the black ground. The smell of blood permeated.

　　 The dark city gate gives people a very depressive feeling. On the huge city gate, the four characters of Killing City hang high. In front of the door, two rows of black armored warriors stood quietly. Before Hemingway showed the identity card in his hand, a woman with a black veil had already walked out of it. "Welcome to the killing capital."

　　 The woman's voice is very nice, she walked away in front of Hemingway and made a please gesture.

　　Although this underground city surprised Hemingway, especially the limitations of his spirit skills, he followed the woman into the city gate with the mentality of being at ease.

　　 Perhaps because of the identity card in his hand, no one stopped him. Walking into the city, what Hemingway saw was a blue-purple world. The lighting lamps hanging on both sides of the street only release these two kinds of light. To his surprise, there are not many people here, and no one pays attention to him as an outsider. Except that everything seemed so gloomy, at first glance, it seemed to be no different from an ordinary city.

"I am your explainer. You can ask me if you don't understand anything. Within twelve hours, I will answer all questions for you. After twelve hours, this is where you live. You too Will officially become a member of the Killing City." Hemingway nodded and said: "What kind of place is the Killing City?"

　　 The black gauze girl said: "A piece of paradise. A fallen paradise."

　　 Hemingway frowned, "It's that simple?" The black gauze girl nodded.

　　 Hemingway said, "How did the killing capital come into being?"

The answer given by the black gauze girl this time is quite satisfactory to Hemingway, "The city of killing has been formed for a thousand years. According to legend, it is the place left by a powerful soul master after breaking through the hundredth level. Here, all soul master skills People can only survive by instinct and their own power. Soul power can be used as a source of power."

　　 Hemingway looked at the black yarn girl, "Then what are the rules here?"

The black yarn girl calmly said: "The rules here are that there are no rules. As a member of the killing capital, you can do anything here. Even if the titled Douluo from the outside world comes here, it will disappear because of the spirit ability. We become weaker. And under the rule of the Slaughter King, we don’t need to fear them at all. In the Slaughter Capital, as long as you have enough ability, you can do whatever you want. But I have to remind you. Right. Because there are no rules here, you may face fatal danger at any time. In a sense, this is a paradise of sin."

　　 "A paradise of sin?"

"Yes. Because a lot of people come here, precisely because they can't survive in the outside world, they have to choose to enter ~www.NovelMTL.com~ after they come here, they don't need to worry about being pursued and killed anymore. A member of the Slaughter City will be protected by the Slaughter City."

　　 Hemingway didn't care about the argument of protection. Since he can come here by violent means, it means that any strong person can do it. Without spirit ability and spirit power, Title Douluo is still the strong one among the strong here.

　　 Are the criminals here really safe?

　　 "Mr. 9527. I understand what you are thinking." The black yarn girl said suddenly.

　　 Hemingway was taken aback, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

　　 "You must be thinking, how does the City of Killing protect its own people, don't you?" Hemingway moved in his heart, "How do you know?"

The black yarn girl said: "Because everyone who has just arrived in the killing capital will have this idea. But soon, they will dispel this idea. To enter the killing capital, you need to withstand the test and the test of killing. Although you You entered by a special method, but your overall murderous aura is enough. You have defeated the Lord Terror Knight. That’s why you were allowed to join. However, I must remind you. It’s easy to enter the killing capital, but if you want to go out, It's almost impossible."

　　 "Only in, not out?" Hemingway looked at the black yarn girl noncommittal. He didn't think he couldn't get out.

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