Lost town, an ordinary tavern located in the center.

There are ancient tables and chairs displayed around, and the ceiling and floor are all black, as if dyed ink, giving people a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

There are many guests in the tavern, but it is very quiet. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and most of these bloody smells come from the unknown red liquid in the wine glass.

The people here are crazy about loving this blood-red wine. Whenever they drink a sip, they will show an intoxication on their faces. This excited expression of insufferableness is even more ecstatic than sleeping with a woman!

Everyone was drinking quietly, no one was talking, whether it was the waiter of the tavern or the guests of the tavern. The huge tavern was silent, and in this dim environment lacking light, it seemed a bit terrifying.

"Dingdeng! Dingdeng!"

A deep footstep sounded, and an unexpected visitor suddenly walked into the tavern broke the silence in the tavern.

This is a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with flowing black hair, deep eyes, and a slender and strong body wearing a black outfit, full of heroic spirit.

And that soft and overly handsome face is extremely eye-catching, and can be called a beautiful face in the prosperous era, like a banished immortal descending from the sky.

At this moment, everyone in the tavern was attracted by the black-haired boy. When they noticed the handsome boy, everyone raised their mouths slightly and outlined a sarcastic curve.

Even the waiter in the tavern glanced at the black-haired boy with some contempt, looking like he ignored him, and did not warmly greet the guest who had just arrived.

"Well... I've been walking for a day and I'm almost exhausted!"

The black-haired boy looked like a playboy. He didn't care about the hostile gazes around him. Instead, he walked to an empty table, pulled out the bench and sat down, looked at the waiter who was fiddling with the wine utensils, and said, "Waiter, if you have any delicious food and drinks, come up with me, I have money in my pocket!"

This kind of aristocratic style made the sarcastic look in the eyes of people around him become more and more intense. Everyone stared at the black-haired boy with a bad expression, but he seemed to know nothing and didn't realize it.

"snort."

The waiter snorted coldly, glanced at the boy indifferently, put down the wine glass that had just been wiped clean in his hand, and asked impatiently: "What do you want to drink?"

The black-haired boy smiled faintly, his slender and powerful fingers gently hit the dusty wine table, staring at the waiter's eyes without blinking, and said calmly: "Give me a cup of bloody Mary!"

Hearing this sentence, the waiter's face changed slightly, and his eyes gradually became cold when he looked at the boy. This guy was a little wise and was not an ordinary playboy.

But when the guests around him heard the black-haired boy's words, they sneered.

"Hahahaha, where did the young guy come from? I still want to drink the bloody Mary?!"

"I really don't know how rich you are. Let's go back to your warm and tender jade and lick the woman's breasts!"

"Tsk tsk, I guess it was the playboy who came out of some golden silk cage, which is ridiculous!"

Faced with the dirty words full of contempt, the black-haired boy smiled freely and was not angry.

He smiled and continued to say to the waiter: "By the way, I will make some side dishes to serve me. Let me think about it, so I will dig out the hearts of everyone in the house and give me some wine and food."

The words suddenly became cold, and the murderous intent filled the pub suddenly became silent.

The black-haired boy hugged his arms, crossed his legs, and glanced indifferently at the people around him staring at him. This obvious sarcastic words immediately made everyone's face look extremely ugly. Straws of terrible murderous aura spread out quickly, as if a murderous storm was about to form a murderous storm in the tavern.

This black-haired boy is naturally Fang Xuan who has just walked into the town.

According to the memory in my mind, the entrance to the City of Killing was in a tavern in the middle of the town. So he quickly locked in the seemingly ordinary tavern and confirmed that he had come to the right place. This bloody tavern was the entrance to the City of Killing that he had always wanted to be ordinary.

In this tavern, both the guests and the waiter are external members of the City of Killing, and they can be said to be external disciples. They all yearn for entering the City of Killing, but they have never been able to pass the test of the City of Killing, so they have always been wandering outside and cannot enter the City of Killing.

This is a group of losers!

Just garbage!

Fang Xuan coldly glanced at the group of frogs in the well who thought he had experienced the world's biggest. His dark eyes had no emotional fluctuations. These guys with average strength were only at the level of the Soul Sect, which made him unable to get a little interested.

"The arrogant boy looks down on us, so let me show you what cruelty means!"

A middle-aged man roared, holding a simple knife in his hand, and rushed towards Fang Xuan like a tiger.

This man looks like he is in his forties, with bronze skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, very rough appearance, and his body muscles are extremely strong, and he looks like a big black cow!

"Sword drawing technique!"

Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he stroked the hilt of the knife around his waist with his right hand, and the long sword suddenly unsheathed.

This knife is not a demon sword Hongyu, but an ordinary iron knife. He just bought it at a blacksmith shop he passed by. The city of killing is very dangerous. He wanted to use the artifact-level demon sword as a secret trump card, but the two famous swords, the Shadowless Knife and the Water Breaker, were lost, so he bought an ordinary iron knife and used it first.

Besides, how can you use a slaying knife to kill a chicken?

Just the person in the room in front of him was not qualified to use the demon sword!

"Wow!"

A dragon-roar sounded, and the man's eyes shook, and a dazzling sword light lit up, and the strong light made him unable to open his eyes.

Before he could react, he felt a chill in his neck, his head had already flew out, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood pouring out of his neck.

"This kid...is so strong!"

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped and looked shocked. It was obvious that the young man who seemed to be a playboy would have this terrible strength.

They originally thought Fang Xuan was a little white-faced person who was powerless, but they didn't expect that this guy would hide it deeply. Many people showed a solemn look and never dared to underestimate Fang Xuan anymore.

"I understand, this guy is the test given to us by the City of Killing. As long as we kill him, we can enter the City of Killing. Brothers, kill!"

At this time, someone shouted, "The name of the City of Killing is like a devilish temptation, which makes these people in the tavern show a fanatical expression and flock to them."

Those who can come to this place are all summoned by the City of Killing. They are obviously not worried or afraid of things. Under the City of Killing, their eyes are red and they become extremely crazy, and they are rushing towards Fang Xuan as crazy as if they are rushing.

Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black!

Five black halos rose from the slender body, Fang Xuan's head was covered in black hair and windlessly. A powerful aura burst out. The whole tavern began to shake violently, as if he could not bear this powerful aura and was about to collapse.

"kill!"

Fang Xuan roared wildly, and his whole body was bathed in the spirit of killing swords, turning into a peerless war god, with a fierce fighting spirit, murderous aura soaring into the sky, and terrifying murderous intent burst out.

Two blood-colored lightning shot out of his eyes, and the long sword suddenly swung it, directly slashing the big man who was the first to kill in front of him. Blood and bones fell to the ground, then suddenly turned around, and blasted out his left fist, and another guy who was about to surrender behind him, killing him with one punch, spilling his internal organs and splattering bones.

Fang Xuan's black hair was dyed with blood, and his fighting spirit was surging. He started killing wildly among these big men, like a world-class demon star, killing countless people.

These strongest ones are just the Four Ring Soul Sect, and most of the rest are some soul masters and soul masters, so how could they be Fang Xuan’s opponents?

In less than a minute, more than 20 men in the room were killed by him. The tavern was covered in mess, with blood flowing into a river, and the ground was filled with pieces of flesh and blood, and the strong smell of blood filled the tavern. The entire tavern seemed to have become a hell on earth.

But at this time, the waiter was still standing on the bar, wiping the wine glass calmly, calmly, as if he hadn't paid attention to the blood and corpses everywhere.

The waiter's attitude was still very arrogant. He glanced at Fang Xuan lightly and sneered disdainfully: "Haha, do you think that killing a few people will be qualified to enter the capital of killing?"

"snort!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and a red beam of light released from his pupils, quickly covering the waiter.

The huge mental power spread out, like an ancient ferocious beast roaring hideously, directly scaring the unruly waiter to urinate and kneel on the ground, trembling.

His mental power is really too powerful now, much stronger than ordinary titled Douluo. Just the pressure of his mental power is not something that can be resisted by this little waiter with only the strength of the Soul Sect.

Fang Xuan's black hair was dispersed, his eyes were cold, and he calmly put his sword into the sheath. He sat down calmly in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. He glanced at the waiter coldly and said:

"Pour wine!"
Chapter completed!