Proud Blood Spear

Ruolan has been refusing to take Yang Ruoyu to see the real capital of killings on the grounds that Yang Ruoyu's injury has not yet healed.

Yang Ruoyu had no choice but to practice every day.

In addition to practicing internal strength, which is what this world calls soul power, she also carefully recalled the Pozhi clan's marksmanship.

Tiance's martial arts has always been both offensive and defensive. At first hearing that there is such a marksmanship that only focuses on offense but not defense, she also felt very curious-whether the Po Zhi Clan is desperate to fight or something.

But when she thought about it carefully, she found that the Broken Clan was not desperate, but that their extreme attacks could already be used to replace everything.

Yang Ruoyu felt that she couldn't do it.

But this does not prevent her from absorbing nutrients from the Po Zhi clan's marksmanship.

The city of killing, the paradise of the fallen.

It is conceivable that everyone here is murderous without blinking an eye.Although the special rules of the Slaughtering City have greatly restricted the abilities of the soul masters, it will not be easy to win the Hell Slaughtering Field.What's more, as a child, she is definitely a vulnerable group and the primary target of attack.

Yang Ruoyu was still not used to having been riding horses all the time, so she suddenly became a lot shorter.

But her strength is not enough for her to know that when she was cultivating hard in Ruolan's small stone room, a pair of eyes were watching her intently.

"Great King, why do you care so much about that child? She won't live long here." A woman stood curiously behind the Slaughter King.

The Slaughter King didn't even look at the woman, "She's like my child."

Yes, this persistent little girl touched his long-lost memories.

Even though it was blurry, even though it would give him a headache every time he recalled it, the warmth in that memory made him unable to stop.

According to his personality, he should kill the child named Ruoyu directly, and then life will return to normal.

But this time he was reluctant.

——Thus, because of his words, the staff of Slaughter City quietly changed the name of Yang Ruoyu to "Your Majesty the Princess".

But Yang Ruoyu didn't know anything.

She has to get out.

Wanting to go home is just an excuse that suits the child.

She just wants to live a meaningful life.

Now that she has regained her life, she doesn't want to waste the extra time in this underground, disorderly place.

Once, she envied the life of a commoner, where she could spend her whole life with her lover without having to go to war.

But she has never been afraid of the battlefield.

She knew that if she didn't go and they didn't go, the people she admired would be displaced.

In this life...something should be done.

It's okay to live a normal life like she once envied; it's also okay to fight for protection like in the previous life-in short, it's not a meaningless killing here.

So, when Ruolan told her that today she would take her to the killing field of hell, she was very excited.

Ruolan covered her with a black veil and led her to the capital of killing.

"Sister Ruolan, why do you have to dress like this..." Yang Ruoyu tugged at the black gauze on her body, feeling that it was too inconvenient to move.

"This is the sign of the great king's envoy." Ruolan helped her sort it out, "Others dare not touch you."

Yang Ruoyu nodded and let Ruolan lead her into the killing capital.

"This is the outer city. People who donate their own blood live here." Ruolan led her through a city gate and onto a stone road, her tone full of disdain.

The roadsides are full of skinny people who don't look too good.

"What about the inner city?" Yang Ruoyu held Ruolan's hand a little harder.

Ruolan said, "The inner city is a truly chaotic place, a real killing capital. Ruoyu, you don't need to hide anything from you about the great king's will... If you feel uncomfortable, we will go back."

Yang Ruoyu looked up at Ruolan, nodded, "Okay."

So Ruolan walked through the outer city with Yang Ruoyu, who was not looking sideways, and came to a dark gate again.

Inside is the inner city.

After fighting for many years, Yang Ruoyu is very familiar with this smell - the smell of blood.

Ruolan paused for a while before leading her in.

Yang Ruoyu looked up, and saw a big man walking on the road with a bloody machete in one hand and a human head in the other.There are four or five skeletons hanging around his waist.

Everyone around looked at the child curiously, but no one dared to come forward.

It's just that those eyes are not friendly.

Yang Ruoyu frowned slightly.

She realizes that the people here are unbelievable...

Perhaps, it also includes Ruolan who has been taking care of her a lot.

Instead, it's the mysterious Killer Lord, perhaps the only believable person here.

He is very powerful, he is the rule of this city... and therefore, there is no need for him to use lies and deceit.

"Only those who have passed through the killing fields of hell are eligible to live in the inner city." Ruolan unconsciously embraced Yang Ruoyu by her side, "People here are proud of the heads they own."

"... so scary." Yang Ruoyu's words were half true and half false.Those who have experienced fighting on the battlefield will not be frightened by a few heads; but the disordered and brutal state here surprised her.

Ruolan lowered her head worriedly, "Are you still going?"

"Yes." Yang Ruoyu pursed her lips and lowered her head, "I want to go home."

Ruolan sighed, "The killing field of hell is in the middle of the inner city, let me show you first."

Yang Ruoyu did not object.Know thyself, ever-victorious.

So Ruolan led her to the entrance.

"A glass of Bloody Mary..." the man guarding the entrance said mechanically, before he realized something was wrong, "Ah, Your Majesty! Please forgive my rudeness!"

Yang Ruoyu looked up at Ruolan in surprise, but she didn't want Ruolan to push her lightly.

"Uh, it's okay..." Yang Ruoyu replied mechanically, looking up at Ruolan in surprise.

Ruolan sighed, "The great king said that you are his child."

"I..." Yang Ruoyu was stunned, "But I'm not..."

"The great king said yes, you are his child here." Ruolan said with certainty.

Yang Ruoyu thought for a while and asked, "You mean, I'm like his child, that's why he takes care of me like this?"

Ruolan just rubbed the top of her head this time and didn't speak.

After the two of them entered from the entrance, they walked to the top of the auditorium.

This game has just begun.

Ten people are standing in the arena.

Among them was the big man who carried the head just now.

There was a fresh head hanging around his waist, and it was still dripping blood.

"Start—" Yang Ruoyu heard this in a daze, but she was not sure.People around her were too excited to scream, making her unclear what was going on on the field.

But those ten people did all move.

Yang Ruoyu could tell that they didn't have any tricks, but they were very fierce. They fought each other, and they were rarely killed by one blow. The blood was all over the ground.

Blood splattered, and the people around were even more excited, even she felt a little excited.

——This is not right!

The abnormal excitement made Yang Ruoyu alert, and she tried to calm herself down, but with little success.

It's a pity that she is still young, although the Pozhi clan has a lot of research in pharmaceuticals, and the disciples of the clan have dabbled in pharmaceuticals, but she has not had time to learn, otherwise she might be able to understand what is going on with this inexplicable excitement.

"Did you feel it? Don't stay in the killing field of hell." Ruolan's voice suddenly reached her ears, and a cold soul power also flowed down the hand she held with Ruolan, helping her calm down the abnormal situation. excited.

Yang Ruoyu nodded, "Sister Ruolan, let's go sign up and finish the fight soon, so we can spend less time here."

Ruolan froze for a moment, then replied, "Okay, let's sign up."

When the two arrived at the registration office, several people had already registered and were queuing up.

Those people were a little surprised to see the two in black veils—and greedy.

Yang Ruoyu lifted off the black veil wrapped around her body, revealing the commoner clothes on her body, "I want to sign up." Ruolan on the side handed over a number plate.

The person in charge of the registration looked up in surprise, "Your Majesty..."

"I said, I want to sign up." Yang Ruoyu repeated.

"Okay, okay." The man took the number plate from Ruolan's hand, registered it quickly, and handed the number plate to Yang Ruoyu respectfully.

Yang Ruoyu took it, and there was only one number on it.

Ruolai took the number plate from her hand, "I'll keep it for you."

"Okay." Yang Ruoyu nodded, sizing up her opponent for a while.

There are already seven people here, plus she makes eight, and there will be two more.

They probably all heard the "Princess crowned" just now, and now they all looked at Yang Ruoyu in surprise, but no one came up to talk to him.

The envoys of the King of Slaughter represent the authority of the King of Slaughter, and they are not stupid enough to lose their lives now.

However, since she signed up to participate in the Hell Killing Fields... then it doesn't matter if she is a princess or not, if she goes in, she is not allowed to be manipulated by them.

The eyes of the seven people met and an agreement was reached.

Yang Ruoyu tilted her head, and found a spear from the soul tool that the Slaughter King gave her.

Of course it is not as convenient as Soul Devourer, but using Soul Devourer will consume a lot of her internal energy—that is, soul power.This is too bad for her, she might as well choose a spear made by a blacksmith.Although the item in the hands of the Slaughter King was not a divine weapon, it was extremely sophisticated among ordinary people.

After waiting for a while, the remaining two got together, and a door opened.

"Wait, there are only nine people here?" A woman asked later in surprise.

Yang Ruoyu raised his hand and pointed the tip of the gun at the woman's nose, "The tenth is me."

The woman opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Yang Ruoyu had already put away her gun, and walked into the center of the field first.

In her mind was what she had just seen on the road.

Men and women are entangled together, killing anytime and anywhere.

This is a world without rules, a world of killing...

Everyone here deserves to die countless times in the outside world.

Then, when she kills someone... there is no need to hesitate at all.

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