The city of killing——

Time passes day by day, and the drama of fighting for survival in the killing fields of hell continues to unfold.

After being intimidated every day, in just one month, Yang Pojun had increased his wins to seventy-five!

With seventy-five consecutive wins, Yang Pojun has already reached the first place in the Hell Killing Fields winning streak rankings!

However, a new problem has arisen...

The player closest to his victory currently only has 70 consecutive wins!

Among these players who have won seventy consecutive games, the oldest one is said to have been living freely in the Killing City for twenty years.

Twenty years ago, after he achieved an impressive seventy-game winning streak, he "disbanded and returned to his fields" and settled down to enjoy a chaotic life in the killing city.

Seventy consecutive wins means that with his accumulated wins, he can continue to enjoy the inner city unscrupulously for seventy years without having to contribute Bloody Marys or participate in the killing fields of hell!

Well, for a desperate thug outside, the only purpose of hiding in the killing city is to survive, and once he entered here, he never thought about leaving again.

Seventy years is enough for them, and they may even not survive that time.

After all, the Killing City is different from the outside world. Here, life is in danger at any time. Therefore, instead of rushing to win a hundred victories, it is better to have fun in time and live happily day by day.

Although they no longer participate in the Hell Killing Fields, with their past majesty, no one would easily dare to attack them, but that will not be the case when they are about to die.

between--

Okay, so here comes the question...

If we really follow the rules of the Hell Killing Fields, the difference in winning streak between the contestants must not be less than five games.

Then, next, Yang Pojun will face a very embarrassing situation, that is, even if he registers, the game will end without any problems because he cannot rank the enemies of the same rank.

Although there are tens of thousands of people in the inner city of the Killing City, as long as they wait patiently, they will always wait until the day they gather people, but Yang Pojun does not have the leisure to continue waiting...

So, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought that they no longer had to bear the threat of this murderous god, Yang Pojun did something unexpected again!

One day!

In a tavern in the inner city of the Killing City——

Under the purple moonlight, in the hall filled with obscene laughter and laughter, all kinds of thugs were sitting around the strip tables.

Almost everyone was holding a bright red Bloody Mary, and the crowd was so loud that the ceiling almost fell down.

At this moment, not only was a chaotic erotic scene going on in the hall, but also bloody and violent scenes were going on.

And almost everyone was not surprised, and while drinking Bloody Mary, they were vigilant and acted like a melon-eater!

If it didn’t fall, would it still be called a killing city?

Without bloodshed, would it still be called a city of sin?

Some people were cheering loudly, some were making noise, some were yelling, and some were sneering!

at this time!

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the door of the tavern was suddenly kicked open.

??Everyone inside was startled by the sudden sound and suddenly became quiet!

Especially the knight who was in great interest inside was trembling with fright. The little brother was stunned at that time. He turned around and was about to curse. However, when he saw the person coming, his expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth and twitched his face.

He swallowed it again!

Outside the door, I saw the guy who was dubbed the God of Death. After kicking the door open, he strode in boldly.

"Well... the news is true and reliable, this guy is really here..." After glancing at the scene inside, Yang Pojun glanced at the guy sitting in the back who was being a sperm knight with a face full of flesh.

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That's right, Yang Pojun's purpose this time was to find one of the thugs who was behind him and had won seventy games in a row.

There is no other way. In order to achieve the goal of 100 wins as soon as possible, I can only make this move...

When he walked in the door, he saw everyone staring at him, but Yang Pojun didn't care!

"stand up!"

Yang Pojun glanced at the person closest to him with a serious look, and said in a rather casual tone.

With this glare, he deliberately used his strong mental power. As if his strong mental power had substance, he stabbed the person hard. The person suddenly felt a sudden chill in his body, and his teeth chattered involuntarily.

Lift your butt.

After sitting down, Yang Pojun looked at the silent crowd, waved his hands casually, and said calmly: "You continue!"

After he opened his mouth, no one dared to speak or even move for a long time!

As we all know, the God of Death 1990 not only possesses a magical soul bone, but also has a soul guide that can accommodate all things. Therefore, most of his daily schedule is between two points and one line, either going to the killing fields of hell, or in his own

When practicing in a residence, you will never move around at will unless you eat the food stored in the soul guide.

But today...

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt strange in their hearts. They just felt that this murderous god must have come with some ulterior purpose, so it was inevitable that this person would feel a little uneasy.

"Haha, you are such a rare visitor. I have heard about the name of the God of Death for a long time. When I saw it today, it turned out that a hero is born from a young age..."

The knight, who didn't know that Yang Pojun was targeting him, broke the neck of the woman below him, shook his good brother without changing his expression, and then pulled up his pants!

"As expected of a player with seventy consecutive wins, even my good brothers are so different..." Looking at the caterpillar-like knights of his good brothers, Yang Pojun grinned: "Chu Xiang?"

"You also know me?" The knight named Chu Xiang's face froze, and then he looked at Yang Pojun thoughtfully: "Are you here to find me?"

Yang Pojun smiled and blinked: "You guessed it right!"

Those guys who were originally worried about their own safety breathed a sigh of relief when they heard what Yang Pojun said, and then everyone showed expressions of sympathy on their faces.

Well, the killing god's victory has reached its peak, and he is looking for his next opponent...

"You're not here to kill me, are you?" Chu Xiang glanced at Yang Pojun warily, and Chu Xiang subconsciously took a step back.

"No..." After shaking his head, before Chu Xiang could relax, Yang Pojun continued: "I'm here to invite you to the killing fields of hell!"

What the hell is the difference between this and trying to kill me?

His face twitched, and Chu Xiang's face became gloomier.

"According to the rules of the Killing City, I have won seventy games in a row. Before I run out of wins, even the King of Killing has no right to let me appear. I haven't lived enough, so I won't go.

From the killing fields of hell!”

"In other words, you don't plan to play any more games within fifty years?"

"Of course! Humph, don't even think about threatening me. I know I'm no match for you, but even if you kill me now, I won't agree to appear on the stage. Besides, it's useless for you to kill me now. Killing people outside.

It doesn’t count as a victory!” Chu Xiang stared, not afraid of others’ ridicule, and refused extremely decisively.

"Really not possible?" Yang Pojun asked again.

"Of course not!" Chu Xiang was very determined. He had gone through many hardships to achieve seventy consecutive victories. His purpose was nothing more than to enjoy it for the rest of his life!

Appearing now?

Isn't that asking for death?

With his victory, there is a 100% chance that he will encounter this god of death!

"But... what if there is any special reason?" Yang Pojun frowned: "You don't plan to appear either?"

"No matter what happens, I won't appear on the stage. Just give up!" Chu Xiang insisted unanimously.
Chapter completed!