Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 296

This woman is one of the mainstays of the team of wuhundian college. She is the only woman in the golden generation of wuhundian, the demon fox hulena.

Why is she here?

This was the first thought in Hemingway's mind. He didn't see much about the original work, so he only had a general understanding of the framework. Some of the plot details are not very clear.

His eyes subconsciously fell on hulena. Maybe Hemingway's eyes were too dazzling, or maybe he was out of tune with the world. Hulena with a dagger saw him at a glance.

With her eyes facing each other, hulena was stunned at first, and Hemingway was also surprised. Hulina naturally did not recognize Hemingway, who is now playing in the noumenon. The idea in her mind was that there was still a normal person in this dirty place?

Hemingway's surprise came from the awe inspiring murderous spirit of hulena at this time. Like him, the breath of hulena was obviously different from those degenerates in the capital of killing. The murderous spirit of her was the kind that refused people and thousands of miles away. Even the charm in my eyes has disappeared.

At this time, Hemingway suddenly felt a cold in the oblique thorn rush towards him, and hulena in front of him suddenly moved, holding a short sword and jumping at himself quickly.

Hemingway saw this scene, but he was not in a hurry and moved his fingers, because the color of seeing and hearing had already presented everything clearly in his eyes.

It was amazing that hulena's sword did not stab Hemingway, but blocked the side of his previous position, just blocking a cold machete.

Hemingway was attacked by a short man in black. At this time, he was completely motionless. In the middle of the eyebrow, a drop of blood slipped slowly. Was pierced by an invisible Qi!

It felt like the man was killed by Hemingway and hulena.

As a bystander, the black girl saw the whole process. The murderous spirit of hulena locked the man holding the machete. A sword shook the other party's body, and the invisible strength in Hemingway's hand ended his life.

It turned out that Tang San had been more than ten meters away from the black gauze girl because he saw hulena stop.

The Raider fell to the ground, and hulena turned her head to Hemingway with a glow in her eyes. At this time, he was not separated and soft, but played in person. Therefore, nature is vigorous and vigorous, with cold eyes! In the eyes of the real strong, invisible exudes a spirit!

"Thank you."

Although it was not necessary, Hemingway nodded to hulena. He still knows something about the original character. Seems to be a late fall in love with Tang San's role for what reason?

Hulena looked at the black gauze girl who came to Hemingway with a smile on her face. She had to say that her appearance was very beautiful, no less than Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong. More mature and charming than they do.

"Are you new here?"

Hemingway nodded.

Hulina's eyes moved. "There's a crisis here step by step. It's better to be careful. It doesn't seem like a degenerate to see you." After saying this, she looked at Hemingway deeply, and then walked to the darkness at the other end of the street.

"If you want to live, you'd better get less close to this woman." The voice of the black veil girl sounded in Hemingway's ear. Her words obviously contained some hostility to hulena.

"Why?" Hemingway also wanted to know why hulena appeared here and more details here. After all, only a few words from the original book and other information collected are not detailed enough.

The black gauze girl said, "this woman has been in the capital of killing for nearly two months. In two months, 16 battles and 16 victories have been won in the hell killing field. All her opponents have been tortured by her. In the capital of killing, her achievements can now be ranked in the top 100."

"Sixteen wins can be ranked in the top 100?" Hemingway said curiously.

The black gauze girl looked at Hemingway as if she were looking at an idiot, "Mr. 9527, you don't look like a fool. Do you think the battle in the hell killing field is the same as the big fighting soul field in the outside world?

Here, every battle is to distinguish life and death. Even the winner is likely to be attacked after the game. It's terrible to be able to maintain a record of 16 victories. To be exact, no one here will be your friend. Everyone can kill you. Even a woman who is charming and moaning under you. "

"Taught." Hemingway smiled calmly. He had vaguely guessed that the purpose of hulina's coming here was probably the same as herself. It seems that this woman is really brave.

"Let's go. There's a hell killing ground ahead. The core of the capital of killing."

Under the leadership of the black gauze girl, Hemingway saw a special building. The building is round, more accurately a non-standard cone. The area below is the largest, and the more upward it will narrow. At a height of about 30 meters from the ground, it maintained the same diameter and extended upward to 50 meters.

The floor area of this hell killing ground is really not small. It is not much different from the ordinary big fight soul field Hemingway has been to. It is smaller than the big fight soul field in Tiandou city.

The black building gives people a very depressing feeling. The black gauze girl introduced Hemingway that the location of the hell killing ground is the center of the whole killing capital. It can be seen how important it is in the capital of killing.

"Are there no rules for fighting here?" Hemingway asked.

The black gauze girl said, "it's very simple. After you go in, sign up with your own ID card. Then wait for the game to start. During the waiting period, you are not allowed to start. There are ten people in each group who enter the killing field. No matter what method you use, as long as you can come out alive in the end. There is only one person in each group who can come out alive."

Ten save one. Indeed, it deserves to be the capital of killing.

Hemingway continued, "how can we win the so-called champion?"

The black girl looked at Hemingway in surprise, "As long as you can participate in 100 games, you will be the champion. However, the one who ranks first in hell killing field has only participated in 67 games. Every time you participate in a game, your identity card will win one more victory. You can live here for one more year and have fun in the inner city. Of course, you should ensure that you can live after having fun."

"I want to go in and have a look."

The black gauze girl said, "the qualification of watching the war is to contribute a bloody mary. It can be your own or someone else's. as long as you don't feel tired, you can watch it all the time after you go in. The game is going on continuously. As long as someone signs up and gathers ten people, you can start a game."

Hemingway frowned slightly. He wondered why the killing City paid so much attention to blood. At this time, several people were walking into the killing ground from the outside. Sure enough, as the black gauze girl said, everyone had a cup of scarlet blood in their hands.

Hemingway already had an idea. Stride to the last of those who are ready to enter. It was a bald man with a naked upper body and a * * tattooed on his chest. Just because of several crisscross terrorist scars, the * * * case looks not only not beautiful, but full of ferocity.

"Give me your bloody mary." Blocking the way of the bald man, Hemingway stretched out his right hand to the other party. The bald man was stunned and looked at the black gauze girl around Hemingway with fierce eyes.

Some eager voices of the black gauze girl sounded, "Mr. 9527, if you take the initiative to provoke, the protection of new people will not work."

This sentence not only reminded Hemingway, but also reminded the bald head. In the ferocious laughter, I don't know where the bald head changed into a serrated machete, and cut down on Hemingway head-on. He didn't seem to move fast, but he had a feeling of being at the top of the mountain. That's a strong fluctuation of soul power.

At least level 50.

This is Hemingway's judgment to his opponent. But his outstretched hand did not retract. Turn the right palm up and make a momentum of supporting the sky. In the palm, an invisible energy pulls the other party's machete power to one side.

At the same time, the left foot quickly took a step forward to shorten the distance between himself and his bald head. Can not use soul skills, melee skills the best place to display, and coincidentally, Hemingway's strongest is melee ability!

The bald man only felt that the serrated machete in his hand slipped aside as if it were out of control, and was just caught by Hemingway's raised right hand.

Hemingway pulled hard forward. Sink your shoulders and hit your opponent's chest directly. The powerful physical strength made his speed as fast as lightning. In addition, he entered the white blade empty handed and grabbed the opponent's weapon, which made the opponent have a flaw for a moment, and the action like clouds and flowing water immediately gained the upper hand.

But the bald man reacted very quickly. For the first time, he released the machete in his hand, and the cup in his other hand hit Hemingway's face door directly. At the same time, he flew back and put his hands on his chest.

Half turned, Hemingway forcibly removed his forward momentum, shook his left hand, and had inserted the cup into his hand. His wrist trembled strangely, but there was not a drop of blood spilled from it.

"Thank you."

Hemingway didn't say much when he got the Bloody Mary. He turned and walked inside.

Although the bald man was not hit, he was startled by Hemingway's power at that moment. His face was full of ferocity, but strangely, he didn't want to take back his bloody mary. Turn around and leave without stopping.

"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself." As Hemingway walked forward, he seemed to turn the wrist of the hand holding the serrated machete at will. The tip of his finger shook skillfully several times, and the machete had flown out quietly.

Such a huge weapon turned into a shadow silently.

At this time, the bald man had turned to the other side of the street, and he couldn't see each other from Hemingway's position. However, the serrated machete seemed to have eyes and drew a beautiful arc. Only a scream sounded in the dark. After that, there was no sound.

"Let's go." Hemingway said indifferently to the dull black veil girl.

"You..." this is the second time that the black gauze girl saw Hemingway do it. Compared with the first time, this time it shocked her more. She knew the bald man. He had been in hell's killing ground for seven times. In other words, he was the only survivor killed out of 70 people.

It seems that the young man above is not much better than his opponent. He can kill each other, but it's as simple as crushing an ant.

The interior of hell's killing ground is more primitive than it looks outside. Without any isolation, the periphery is a circle of stands extending upward. Below is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters. At this time, there were not many people watching the war, and the venue of Nuo University was less than 20%.

In the field, a scream was constantly ringing. There were ten people and seven bodies. Only the last three people are fighting for survival.

At the entrance, the cup of Bloody Mary held by Tang San was poured into a huge container.

"Please sign me up. I'm going to take part in the next game." Hemingway said to the black girl.

At this time, the black gauze girl no longer thought that the young man in front of her was an idiot. Hemingway's strength made her involuntarily produce a trace of fear. He nodded without hesitation and went with the ID card handed by Hemingway. For the capital of killing, Hemingway's only feeling is nausea.

Therefore, he didn't want to delay even one more day in this broken place. Win the championship after 100 victories, challenge hell road again, and you can leave here.

He has decided to fight from today, from now on.

From a distance, he felt a bunch of attention to himself, turned his head and saw that the person looking at him was hulena.

The killing journey began on this day.

In this dark world, in this world full of blood and corruption. People must not only win one victory after another, but also go out alive.

Three days after entering the capital of killing, Hemingway killed more than three figures. And he took part in only two games.

It took Hemingway three days to understand that what is really terrible in this place is not the enemy in the killing field of hell. It's the constant sneak attack you have to face when you're weakest after the game. No wonder hulena only played 16 games in two months.

A month later, Hemingway's victory in hell's killing ground has increased to nine. Now fewer and fewer people dare to attack him. But it's getting stronger and stronger.

With the promotion of winning games, he learned another rule. That is, in each new game, the opponent you face can't participate in hell killing field five times less than yourself. Unless everyone has more than this number than themselves.