Douluo's simulated martial spirit

The words that these eight people were sentenced were irritating.

Roaring, howling, and cursing, eight voices came from eight directions around Xing almost at the same time.

These eight people rushed towards Xing at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"Hahaha, come on, let's get you on your way," Xing yelled, then rushed towards the Contra directly in front of him.

"Don't even think about it." Several roars suddenly came from behind Xing.

But Xing Geng ignored the roar behind him and rushed straight ahead.

Suddenly, Xing was punched hard on the back, and Xing flew forward quickly.

"Hahaha, thank you, thank you," Xing sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air and shouted loudly.

The Contra in front of Xing Zheng did not expect that Xing would approach him quickly in this way, but after all, he was someone who had been in this hell killing field for so many times.

He instantly gathered strength, waiting for Xing Fei to come over and give him a fatal blow.

However, Xing Zai changed his direction forcefully in mid-air and landed on the side of this Contra.

The moment he landed, Xing rolled forward to the Contra's feet, and then broke his legs with a punch.

When he fell, a dagger appeared in Xing's hand and stabbed directly into his neck.

"Bye bye" Xing said in his ear.

He didn't expect that Xing would kill him in such an embarrassing way. In his understanding, strong people have the dignity that belongs to the strong.

But what he encountered was Xing. For Xing, dignity is worthless in the face of life and death. As long as it can kill people, any method is a good method.

After successfully killing one person, Xing escaped from their encirclement.

After escaping from the encirclement, Xing Yi changed his usual style and started to wander around the field.

"It seems that the boss doesn't have much confidence." Ma Hongjun looked at Xing Dao walking around in the field.

"Believe in him, he will not let us down," Qian Renxue said.

Huo Wu was speechless. She had been speechless for a long time. In the past two years, Huo Wu had spoken only a handful of times, but Qian Renxue still saw a trace of worry in her eyes.

"Hahaha, Demon Lord, you are scared, you are actually scared, hahaha, how about your courage, how about your courage, don't you like to fight head-on the most?" They laughed wildly when they saw Xing walking around in the field.

Xing ignored their verbal attacks. For Xing Lai, as long as he could win, he didn't have to give up face or anything else, because only living is the most honorable thing.

They kept mocking Xing and trying to provoke Xing with their words.

In an instant, Xing suddenly rushed towards the remaining Contra in the field.

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you." The others had already understood Xing's intention, so they were secretly protecting the only Contra.

But just when Xing was about to rush to the Contra, he suddenly moved sideways and appeared next to the Titled Douluo closest to him.

"Actually, my target is you." Xing's voice sounded in his ears like a ghost demanding life.

Then a gleaming dagger stuck into his back, and while he was in pain, cut his neck with a palm, breaking his trachea.

"" The titled Douluo covered his neck in pain, and then slowly stopped breathing.

After a successful blow, Xing quickly left the battle, and then continued to dodge and fight around, waiting for the next opportunity.

In this way, after more than ten rounds, Xing successfully eliminated another Contra. Together with the original Contra and a Titled Douluo, Xing had already killed three people.

But after killing three people, wounds of varying degrees appeared on Xing's body, and the blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Happy hahaha" Xing laughed.

"If you want to be happy, then you come, hahaha, don't you dare." The remaining five people continued to mock Xing

Xing ignored them, found an opportunity, and rushed forward again, but this time it had no effect. Instead, he was caught by them, and various attacks fell on Xing.

"Ahem, I didn't expect that you guys have become smarter," Xing spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth.

"Work harder, he's dying," someone shouted.

Xing stood up slowly, and then the scarlet murderous aura on his body began to surge, and then Xing suddenly disappeared from the scene.

"No, defense" everyone shouted.

"Pfft" came the sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.

"Impossible, isn't he already seriously injured? Impossible," one of the titled Douluo shouted loudly.

In fact, Xing's current state is very subtle.

In a battle, Xing found that murderous intent could actually stimulate him to go berserk, but this rampage was not comprehensive, because the killing city was suppressed by soul skills, so Xing could use murderous intent to inspire a little berserk, which was already very good.

"Everything is possible" Xing's voice appeared in the ears of this titled Douluo

After a few more rounds, Xing finally killed everyone, and he was also a little exhausted. This state was forcibly stimulating the rampage, so it was very taxing on the body. Even Xing could not maintain it for a few minutes.

"Win," Ma Hongjun said after Xing killed everyone.

"He has never let us down," Qian Renxue said calmly.

"Demon Lord, Demon Lord!" There were shouts from the audience

Xing doesn't care about these cries for mercy at all. They are cheering so loudly now, but once Xing shows signs of decline, they will attack him in groups.

"Ninety-three games, I won," Xing came to the audience and said to Qian Renxue and the others.

"Congratulations," Qian Renxue said.

"I guess not many people will be willing to compete with me in the next competition, so I'm going to take a break. You guys can do it during this time," Xing said calmly.

"it is good"

Then Xing walked into a room in the Lin Prison Killing Ground. This was the room they specially arranged for Xing.

"The remaining games should be very difficult," Xing muttered to himself in the room.

"But no matter what, I must complete the hundred games, and no one can stop me." At this point, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Xing's eyes.

In the capital of killing, in a dark and spacious room.

An extraordinarily huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple two-color crystals, these crystals outline a drum tower-like shape, except for this chair, everything here is dark red.

"The Mozun won another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

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