Chapter 24 One year later

"Then come." Qin Xuan's face was expressionless, his left hand was clenched on his back, and red light surged in his right hand. There was no phoenix, only a red sword.

After nearly half a month of running in and practicing the Guigu Breathing Technique, Qin Xuan has been able to freely retract and release the Suzaku sealed in the Changming Sword.

The leading knight did not speak any more. He looked sideways at the narrow passage around Qin Xuan to make sure that the opponent had no room to dodge. He slowly raised the knight's spear in his hand, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and the horse suddenly accelerated.

"Remember your killer, evil knight Cheglava."

He went straight to Qin Xuan with a tragic aura to kill him. The cold aura filled the air, and a solemn murderous aura rushed towards him.

Just when the tip of the spear was about to hit Qin Xuan's chest, Qin Xuan moved. He lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot and jumped onto the tip of the spear with his left foot.

Although the passage is narrow and it is difficult for the war horse to turn around, because it is closer to the gate, the height is three to four meters, and the further inward, the higher the ceiling.

Qin Xuan flew over Cheglava's head, doing a forward somersault and swinging his sword.

"How is this possible?" Cheglava never expected that Qin Xuan would dodge his spear in this way. He wanted to regret it, but it was already too late.

He subconsciously raised his gun and blocked it.

Zheng——

Click——

The sound of swords and the sound of metal breaking sounded almost simultaneously. The knight's spear and Che Guevara's helmet were split in two, revealing a hideous face full of fear and bloodlessness.

A line of blood quietly emerged from the top of Che Guevara's head and extended to his chin.

Che Guevara held a two-section broken spear in his hand. His body twitched violently for a few times, and then he rolled off his horse, his horse neighing.

Qin Xuan put away the Changming Sword Wuhun, landed on his heels, and the huge door was opened again. A young woman wearing a black veil came out.

"Did you kill him?" The young woman's voice was very nice. When she came to Qin Xuan, she seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

It was not that he was afraid that the young man in front of him who was about the same age as him had the strength to defeat the evil knight, nor was he afraid that Che Guevara would be killed.

But fear the wrath of the King of Slaughter.

Beating a dog depends on the owner.

It is unimaginable how furious the King of Slaughter would be if someone killed his people in his territory.

However, Qin Xuan's answer made her get to know the young man in front of her again.

"He wants to kill me, so of course I can kill him, but I also understand the rules of this place. A small town is a small town, and a killing city is a killing city. If you kill the law enforcers in this killing city, I'm afraid you will suffer That wrath.”

The woman in black gauze glanced at Qin Xuan in surprise and stepped forward to check.

After confirming that Che Guevara was only seriously injured and unconscious, he threw a token to Qin Xuan, "It seems that you are not a reckless man, on the contrary, you are very smart."

"Then have I passed the test now?" Qin Xuan casually took the token, glanced at the number on it, '9527', and quickly lost interest.

Look to the inside of the door. He saw the entire city of killing.

This is a black city. The walls are black and the buildings are black. Except for a purple waning moon hanging five hundred meters above the city. Everything is black, like the darkness of night.

"Of course." The woman in black gauze walked in front of him and stepped away, making a gesture of invitation, "Welcome to the city of killing."

Holding the sign, Qin Xuan strode into it without looking at the woman in black gauze.

Looking at Qin Xuan's retreating figure, the woman in black gauze was about to follow him when the frightened voice of a black-armored soldier rang out from the side, "Sir, Mr. Killer Messenger, Mr. Che Guevara seems to be dying, do you want to send him away?"

"He is already dead. Just find a place to bury him. I will report it to the great king later."

The woman in black gauze glanced at the other party impatiently, and quickly followed in the direction of Qin Xuan.

Killing and serious injury are two different concepts, although they are just one thought apart. Killing people in a small town is nothing, after all, it is a test in itself.

Even the reception staff of the Killing City. If you die, you will die. Tang San killed him in the original work.

But killing people in the Killing City is a big deal. It is a slap in the face of the King of Killing.

If things go on like this, the Slaughter City will be turned upside down. Who else will take him as the Slaughter King in their eyes?

Che Guevara was seriously injured, but the injury was a bit serious, and his skull was cracked. Even if he survived, it would be of little use.

In the Killing City, a place where people cannibalize people, no one would go to great lengths to heal the wounds of a mere centurion captain.

On the contrary, it was Qin Xuan who aroused her interest.

This young man, not much older than herself, reminded her of the Haotian Sect disciples who had gone through hell a few years ago.

The opponent seems not to be a fallen person, but to obtain the God of Killing Domain. Came here specifically to practice.

There was Haotian Sect on one side and Wuhun Palace on the other. It was really interesting. A smile of teasing and anticipation appeared on the charming face under the black gauze woman's veil, and she quickened her pace.

He caught up with Qin Xuan within a few steps and walked side by side, explaining the rules of the Killing City tirelessly.

From the moment she was accepted as a maid by the King of Slaughter, she knew that she would never be able to escape this dark life that had lasted for decades for the rest of her life.

Rather than remaining silent as always, she hopes someone can stir up trouble in this sinful world.

She, the Killing Messenger, the woman in black veil who received Tang San in the future in the original book, has high expectations for Qin Xuan.

one year later.

The killing fields of hell.

"Bang! Bang!"

The heads of the last two opponents were thrown away, and blood spurted out. Their heads were separated under Qin Xuan's Changming Sword, and they slowly fell down.

He casually threw away an unknown number of fine iron swords that had been damaged with his left hand, and held the Chang Ming Sword in his right hand and raised it high above his head.

The murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance surrounded his body. Qin Xuan unreservedly released the terrifying and bloody killing aura all over his body, forming a huge bloody vortex in the air.

Ninety-nine battles, ninety-nine consecutive victories, this is what Qin Xuan has achieved so far in the killing place of hell.

Because he had the high-level healing elixir purchased in the mall, the injuries and toxins were almost meaningless to Qin Xuan, and almost no one could hurt him.

And because [Phoenix Fire] can isolate the miasma, the murderous aura he has accumulated over the past year is almost uninterrupted by the outside world. There is no need to spend most of your time calming down the murderous aura.

Therefore, he will participate in any competition in the Hell Killing Fields that can be booked.

And because every time after finishing the hell killing game, he would chop off the heads of any creature that tried to get close to him within ten meters.

Over time, Qin Xuan gained a notorious reputation in the killing fields of hell: Black Dragon.

Rumor has it that he was wearing a black robe, and no one had ever seen his true face. He also wielded the dragon-shaped sword energy in the hell killing field and killed all enemies, hence his vicious reputation.

ps: second update