Chapter 340 Looking Back

I have been in the Killing City for more than two months.

As my ability to use space system has become more mature, Ning Rongrong has achieved 70 consecutive victories.

Not all 100-man battles have enough participants. As the reputation of the White Queen becomes more and more famous, fewer and fewer people want to come and kill.

In such a long time, Ning Rongrong has only participated in the 100-man challenge six times, which is equivalent to 60 consecutive victories.

Ning Rongrong has also participated in the regular season of the Hell Killing Field, a single-game 10-man melee, ten times.

The two add up to 70 consecutive victories.

Ning Rongrong recently discovered that she seemed to be targeted.

However, the other party did not make a move, and the gang just looked at it from a distance. You can't just destroy the other party humanely because you look at them!

It is too inconsistent with her way of doing things.

Besides, she also hopes to use the killing field to glimpse the ultimate realm.

Ning Rongrong woke up from her training and exhaled a breath of turbid air:

"The Ren and Du meridians, the whole body's great circulation is complete."

"The peak of the innate."

After practicing and competing day and night, plus refining the mind, she finally reached a realm that she had not reached in her previous life, but had seen.

The terrifying peak of the innate master.

"Sure enough, the martial soul still restricts me too much."

Rather than saying that the martial soul is suppressed by the Slaughter City, it is better to say that the Slaughter City suppresses the Dragon God's scattered rules.

It is said that in the Douluo series, the martial soul of the soul master comes from the power after the death of the Dragon God. As for whether it is true or not, Ning Rongrong is not sure.

"Forget it, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Ning Rongrong sighed lightly, "Grandmaster peak, then the next step is to fully restore Kuang San's power."

"Only in this way can the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect occupy a place in the unknown future."

The current situation of intertwined forces on the mainland.

The Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena may be involved behind the Wuhun Hall, and the King of Slaughter Tang Chen on the Haotian Sect may also involve the Shura God behind it.

Only the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect does not have the corresponding foundation, the worst, or the worst estimate.

The Haotian Sect may be able to pull in the Sea God Island.

Don't forget, this is the Love Continent, Tang Chen and Poseidon have an affair.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu, the dog, may betray the Wuhun Hall organization. After all, this is the inheritance of the Wuhun Hall.

Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena...

In a sense, the Wuhun Hall is bewitched.

Balance is ultimately due to insufficient strength and the need for external forces, but always walking on the tightrope like this will also cause trouble. If you often walk by the river, you will get your shoes wet.

Ning Rongrong did not plan to sign up for the competition today, and wanted to go out for a walk.

The inner city of the Killing City is a city between order and disorder.

You can buy things at the official exclusive store with confidence, but the premise must be that it is official, that is, the store opened by the Killing City, and the goods inside are absolutely genuine.

Arriving at the store with the exclusive logo of the City of Slaughter, Ning Rongrong placed two glasses of Bloody Mary on the table next to her.

"Hello, please give me a cake, a bigger one."

Ning Rongrong gestured in front of her.

"Okay, please wait for a moment, Queen of White." The City of Slaughter respects strength, but as long as you become an official, you will be 100% safe. Few people dare to kill such people. This is a slap in the face of the King of Slaughter.

Not long after, the shop owner placed a basketball-sized cake in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Thank you, your cake is still more delicious."

Ning Rongrong nodded, stretched out her hand to pick up the cake, and turned to leave.

In fact, when she was carrying the cake away.

Ning Rongrong noticed that there were at least a dozen prying eyes around her, but in the eyes of greed and desire, no soul master dared to attack.

This was Ning Rongrong's killing in the name of Queen of White.

It's not that no one has considered poisoning food, but a certain young lady never orders takeout.

There is no way to poison someone. As for poisoning a store in the Slaughter City, it is impossible unless you want to be found by the law enforcement team.

The order of the King of Slaughter is the real order of the Slaughter City. As for the non-existence of order, it is only relative.

Just like the guide who led Ning Rongrong, even if she was alone in the Slaughter City, no one dared to attack her.

This is the confidence of having a big boss behind her.

"Hey, I don't know when the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect will have a big boss to support her."

The requirements are not high, just any god inheritance!

For example, give Ning Fengzhi a nine-color god man... Uh, something seems wrong.

Ning Rongrong stretched out her hand to cover her face, and a maternal glow of a certain Ning surnamed sect master appeared on her face...

The picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Ning Rongrong did not go back to her residence, but walked towards the suburbs, holding a cake bag in her hand, humming an unknown song with a peaceful face, and Ning Rongrong walked towards the grove.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. It seems that she has been targeted again.

"Come out! Aren't you tired after following me for so long?"

"Pa, Pa"

The sound of applause came from the corner, accompanied by footsteps.

This man was burly, his left eye was closed, and there was a prominent scar on his eyelid. The most important thing was his streamlined muscles. He was not as explosive as the opponents he had seen before, but from Ning Rongrong's aesthetic point of view, he was quite symmetrical.

The man had a head of black hair that was slightly messy and fell to his waist.

Uchiha Madara?

Ning Rongrong suddenly thought of the name. Although he looked very similar, it should not be him.

"What do you want from me?" Ning Rongrong did not make a move.

"Kill you." The young man immediately attacked Ning Rongrong, and several darts locked Ning Rongrong's position from different directions.

"Remember my code name, this blind soul is digging out!"

"Hobby, digging out people's hearts!"

Ning Rongrong: "..."

What a weird XP, there are really few normal people like me in the Killing City!

Sure enough, they are all evil demons.

"It's really strange." Ning Rongrong lightly jumped to avoid all the darts coming to her, and looked at the man with loose hair,

"Soul Douluo has a good status in the Killing City, what makes you willing to deal with me alone?"

In the past two months, Ning Rongrong has participated in many competitions.

But the highest level of soul master who enters the killing field is the strength of the soul emperor.

Soul Saint and above, it seems to be a sweet bun, usually do not participate in the competition and have a certain degree of freedom.

"Sure enough, is Tang Chen deliberately retaining the power of Soul Saint?"

Now that I think about it, it is indeed possible. The gap between Soul Emperor and Soul Saint is not that big of a difference here.

But if he goes outside, or gets the approval of the King of Slaughter, he can burst out with all his strength, which is also a good fighting force.

"In other words, have the top leaders of the City of Slaughter already set their sights on me?"

"I just don't know what they are thinking."

"Right now, the martial soul is possessed." The man yelled back.

"Eighth Soul Skill--"

"Swish--"

Before he could turn back and grab the man, the martial soul completely covered his body, and the soul power that had not yet condensed on his body suddenly dissipated.

"You, you, I..." The man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and looked down at his chest with difficulty.

A half-cut of a Western sword came out from his chest and pierced his heart directly.

"No, impossible!"

How could her speed be so fast.

"Explode"

Without giving the man too much time to react, Ning Rongrong directly injected her true energy into the other's heart.

Soul power and true energy conflict.

Instantly, the man who looked like Uchiha Madara vomited blood three times and fell to the ground.

"What a pity! I was standing behind you."

Using her true qi to evaporate the blood of the Western sword, Ning Rongrong spread her perception.

Sure enough, it was the King of Slaughter's people.

The prying eyes have disappeared, left, right?

Ning Rongrong put away the weapon, then devoured the man whose cells were not completely dead, and looked back at the tallest building in the City of Slaughter, the Palace of the King of Slaughter.

"The next game may be a tough battle."