Before the others could react, Yang Pojun had already stepped forward, stepped on the man's chest, and then bent down.

?There was a burst of punches and kicks, and he kept shouting: "Ouch, you are so bold... Ouch, you hit my hands again, you hit my feet again..."

In front of everyone, a dignified thug who killed without batting an eye was beaten so violently by Yang Pojun. The poor guy yelled and cursed a few times at first, but then he couldn't stand it anymore and shouted for help.?

?

He also counted on his companions, those who stood on the same side, to help him.

But these guys, when Yang Pojun didn't show off his power, they all trembled in fear. Now? Who dares to step forward and offend a guy who is really murderous?

Even if someone wants to go over and start a fight, but then they think about it: If I touch the arm of the God of Death, I am afraid that he will bite me and say that I "hit" him. Wouldn't that be bad?

As a result, within a short time, the lucky man was beaten to half-life by Yang Pojun, but no one around him dared to speak.

Yang Pojun had finished fighting. When he stood up, he felt happy all over his body. The bad mood that had been depressed for many days had been vented a lot. He took a long breath, and then looked at Chu Xiang, who was pale on his side.

He said harshly: "Have you thought about it? Should we go to the arena or go to the outer city?"

Chu Xiang gasped for a long time before recovering from his confusion, and shouted with a mixture of grief and anger: "You... you are breaking the rules of the killing city. I am going to report you to the killing king..."

Snapped!

His answer was a slap in the face.

"Rules?" Yang Pojun raised his hand and said with a faint smile: "Are there any rules in the killing city?"

Yang Pojun opened his clothes slightly and revealed a sign inside: "Look carefully, seventy-five! Do you know what this number means? It means that I have killed nearly a thousand people!"

Yang Pojun curled his lips, pointed his fingers, and smiled: "There are still twenty-five games before one hundred victories. A conservative estimate is that I still need to kill two hundred and twenty-five people. Of course, I don't mind killing a few more."

Well, although I'm not bloodthirsty, I don't reject it either. If you guys don't show up, how long will it take for me to wait until I can achieve the achievement of 100 games?"

Yang Pojun sighed regretfully, and then looked at Chu Xiang with pity: "I've always been very reasonable. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Either kneel down and lick my shoes clean, or stay here with me."

Duel, and then I will break your legs and throw them to the outer city, or prepare to go to the ring, choose one of the three, fair and reasonable, no bully!"

After saying that, Yang Pojun opened his palm and then clenched it: "You should understand that in a one-on-one fight, your winning rate is close to zero. If you go to the killing field of hell and fight nine against one, maybe you still have a chance to survive...

…”

Then, he looked back at the guy on the ground coldly: "And you, don't think that I will let you go if the victory is low. You just hit my hand with your face a total of sixty-four times, including verbal attacks.

, you owe me a total of sixty-five duels, rounded up to seventy times, if you don’t want to have your legs broken and go to the outer city to survive, then be obedient and win the battle..."

Looking at the whole audience, Yang Pojun's face returned to that gentle and respectful smile: "Everyone, I have always convinced people with reason. You have all seen it. They were the ones who violated me first. I

But with passive defense, it’s true that good people can be bullied by others, and good horses can be ridden by others!”

The whole place was silent.

Good guy...

Sixty-five, rounded up?

To convince people with reason?

Passive defense?

Good people being bullied?

Brother, can you still have some face?

Forget it about finding fault, isn't your excuse too lame?

Almost everyone in the hall felt a chill running down their spines...

Because their wins have exceeded 60...

In other words, next, it is very likely that the next person lying on the ground will be you!

However, although they all understand the purpose of the killing god today, they also understand that even if they go together, the final outcome will be just one person fighting for the sword and the other fighting for the flesh!

Especially after this murderous god broke out, everyone was frightened, and everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

Because they understand, it can be said that if the God of Death is determined to start killing... I am afraid that this place will turn into a sea of ​​blood in an instant!

Looking at everyone's fearful eyes, Yang Pojun casually snapped his fingers, and two guys with fleshy faces rushed in immediately. Yang Pojun pointed at the thin man on the ground: "Send him back."

Family, you two keep an eye on me and don't let him escape. This guy owes me seventy duels. If you let him escape, you should know the consequences!"

The two rough-faced guys shuddered subconsciously and looked at each other with pity in their eyes.

Poor guy... he must have used some part of his body to attack the God of Death first... Well... we accidentally 'stepped' on the God of Death just now...

Seventy duels?

I'm afraid that even with the blessing of the goddess, this guy won't survive.

Seeing the thin man being dragged out like a dead dog, Yang Pojun turned to look at Chu Xiang with a smile!

"How about it? Have you thought about it? My patience is limited..."

Yang Pojun's smiling words fell into Chu Xiang's ears. The expression on the guy's face immediately seemed as if he had been severely chopped with a knife. His face instantly turned blue, then red, and finally white.

"That... Lord Killer, I have something to say..."

"Oh...who? Who is talking?" When he heard someone speaking, Yang Pojun's eyes suddenly lit up...

In the crowd, seeing Yang Pojun's excited expression, a scar-faced man quickly took a step back and put on a smile. Then this guy seemed to suddenly become more agile than a rabbit. He sprinted to the corner and used his face to

He pressed against the wall and raised his hands!

Swallowing, he turned his head and looked at Yang Pojun in a flattering manner: "Actually, Sir, you don't have to do this. Although the Hell Killing Fields stipulates that everyone on the stage must not win more than five games, this rule does not apply.

It’s not the same level. If you can’t participate in the competition because the number of wins is too high, then who has the possibility to make it to the 100th?”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When someone reminded me, everyone present reacted at the same time, and their eyes also glowed with inexplicable brilliance.

"...Yes, yes, yes, there is such a saying!?"

"...That's right, that's right, I've heard of it too.??"

"Yes, yes, it does happen!"

Almost instantly, everyone became enthusiastic. No one was willing to die... Everyone could see that this murderer was just worried that he would not be able to participate in the competition smoothly in the future, so he came to cause trouble. If he could

If you continue to play, you don't have to worry about him causing trouble for you.

Moreover, this God of Death is so ruthless when it comes to killing people!

The scarred face standing in the corner shivering seemed to feel that he was not safe enough.??

He simply gritted his teeth and smiled flatteringly at Yang Pojun: "The God of Death is now very famous in the Hell Killing Fields. As soon as you appear, even those who originally wanted to participate will temporarily avoid you. Therefore, I suggest that you finally

It’s best to disguise yourself before going to the Hell Killing Fields, that will definitely improve the progress of the game!”

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist... The others also nodded in agreement with Scarface's statement.

Yang Pojun looked at everyone in confusion: "You didn't lie to me?"

"No, absolutely not!" On the other side, Chu Xiang also reacted and immediately said decisively: "It seemed that Sean wanted to tell you this just now, but you interrupted him..."

Yang Pojun: "…………"

"Are you sure?" Yang Pojun looked at Chu Xiang suspiciously, holding his chin and thinking about the plot in the original work.

"Really, it's absolutely true..." Chu Xiang's face twitched, and Chu Xiang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Hmm... It seems that what they said is quite reasonable. In the original work, Tang San and Hu Liena both achieved a hundred consecutive wins. If the rules are followed, wouldn't it mean that there are nearly twenty people who have won more than 20 games in a row?

Ninety-five?

"Okay, I will trust you once. I will let you go this time. If you dare to lie to me, you will wait to eat pig food in the outer city in the next life..." If you like Douluo's Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, please collect it: (www
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