Chapter 510： The calculation of the King of Slaughter! (two) (1/2)
Wang, find a chance to kill this white **** of death by yourself, right? ”
The beautiful girl whispered, ”Otherwise, if this goes on, the Shura King and the Hell Messenger will be fine. If we add a white death god, they will really cross the road to hell... Or we will arrange the Shura King and the Hell Messenger Give the white death god, let them kill each other?”
Just finished speaking, I only heard a cold snort from the Slaughter King.
The gorgeous girl groaned as if she had been hit, and fell directly to the ground.
”The two can't touch them! Do you want the killing capital to be bloodbathed by the two gods of death? Our arrangement of the shadowless assassin has already broken the rules of the **** killing field. If we deliberately arrange the King Shura and the messenger of hell, it will be too obvious !”
The cold voice of the Slaughter King came slowly.
”But you are the rules of the killing capital...any rules, you can change...”
The gorgeous girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and whispered.
The King of Slaughter shook his head slowly: ”No, let them win the defeat! At that time, they can't bear the insanity caused by too much killing! In the hundredth game, they will go crazy directly. Yes. Even if they are not crazy, it is impossible to pass the current **** road!”
”Since the last murder **** was born, the road to **** has been strengthened many times! The possibility of passing has been infinitely zero!”
”This is God's will!”
Hearing this, the gorgeous girl was stunned, suddenly feeling a little curious in her heart.
The road to **** is the biggest secret of the killing city.
Except the King of Slaughter, no one knows where this place is, and no one knows the horror of the road to hell.
At this time, when I heard the great king, say that... the gorgeous girls were a little bit expectant. These three people can pass a hundred victories, win the championship of the killing field and then enter the road to hell...
Time passed slowly.
It's another day of competition.
It was already the 82nd game, and a few months later, Wang Feng slowly walked out of the **** killing field.
It sounds interesting. Since the 72nd game that day, the number of people who came to besieged him has not decreased.
It's more.
Each game has a scale of at least 50 people, and they are not afraid of death.
As if to kill Wang Feng.
This strange behavior probably made Wang Feng guess something.
Seeing the many thugs pouring out of the street, Wang Feng shook his head, and it only took a few minutes to solve these people's lives.
A pool of blood rolled on the ground, and Wang Feng suddenly looked to the other side.
I saw Tang San also standing in the distance, half bracing on the side of the street, all around him were corpses, and it was probably dozens of them.
Tang San didn't suffer any harm, but his eyes were red at the moment, killing intent lingered all over, and his nose was breathing heavily.
He stumbled and walked out.
”People have killed too many, and the killing intent has penetrated into the spirit.”
Wang Feng frowned slightly.
Not only him, it seems that Tang San and Hu Liena will be besieged.
And every time a lot of people besieged and killed.
I know they are so strong, but the number has not decreased. The consequence of this is that the more they kill, the tighter their spirits will collapse!
Once one day can't hold on, the whole person is likely to be controlled by the killing intent and become a vague killing machine!
‘There should be deliberate control. ’
Wang Feng's heart was slightly cold.