Chapter 503 One Year Later! (Three)

Because every game, or besieged, Wang Feng is like a god of death, quietly harvesting his life, without any exceptions.

And the range of 60 meters around Wang Feng's body is also known as the hell in white!

In seventy-two games, no one could rush through the hell in white and really attack Wang Feng!

As a result, in the killing field of hell, as this year passed, there was a saying: As long as you can pass through this white-clothed hell, you can defeat this white-clothed death god!

During this year, Wang Feng actually lived a very comfortable life... It was more comfortable than in the extreme north.

For a soul master who cannot use soul skills, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"I practiced hard, didn't I just want to brutalize the enemy like this? Isn't it just to pursue the thrill of crushing the opponent?"

Wang Feng thought to himself, "The key is that I can still practice at the same time."

Especially in the killing capital, there is no burden.

There is basically no need for any wits! Because there is no chance of wits! Without soul skills, it is to rely on level A and various killing techniques.

But, even after this year of killing.

Wang Feng's aura still hasn't changed much!

It stands to reason that after killing so many people, after so many matches, and looking forward to the inner city for a long time, there will always be all kinds of murderous and malicious auras.

The temperament will also become more gloomy and bloodthirsty.

But Wang Feng did not change anything. He was dressed in moonlight white clothes, as if he was a loner, and seemed out of tune with the capital of slaughter.

This is also one of the other reasons why Wang Feng is called the god of death in white.

In legends, most of the gods of death wear black robes, looking cold and lonely, exuding the breath of death.

The white-clothed Death God is different. He stands there, spotless, like a god in the world, but it makes countless people in the inner city obsessed with him!

That graceful figure, that terrifying strength, that arrogant temperament...

It was like a strong medicine, stimulating countless women in the inner city.

In this inner city world full of degenerates, the white-robed Death God is too unique, such a strange powerhouse has never appeared in the capital of slaughter!

But Wang Feng did know the reason.

The murderous aura he infected was all absorbed by the Dark Angel Martial Soul.

In addition to his current physique, he will not be affected by the Slaughter City at all. As long as the Dark Angel Martial Soul is not possessed, he will not have any changes.

On this day, Wang Feng walked out the door again.

With his strength and status, it is naturally an excellent house to live in. However, a sharp blade composed of two Xuanming thorns has been hanging outside the door, guarding the door all the time.

No way, too many people are sent to die every day, especially at night.

Many women in the inner city wanted to kiss Fang Ze and spend the spring night with him, the god of death in white. At the beginning of the night, they stood outside Wang Feng's house, looking up, and even rushed in.

Wang Feng's practice was not clean, and then he controlled the sharp blade composed of Xuanming thorns and placed it outside the door.

Whoever dares to take a step forward will die!

What a joke, even among these women, there may be some clean ones. But is he Wang Feng that kind of person?

Obviously not!

Therefore, the two Xuanming thorns were prevented outside the door as a deterrent, whoever came and who died.

Take care of your male or female.

Walking out of the door, the smell of decay and depravity in the inner city has not disappeared.

The number of visitors to the Slaughter City has not decreased because of this, because the various evils on the mainland will not be cut off.

There was a familiar sound of joy.

Wang Feng smiled. Although I covered my eyes with a mask, I couldn't see clearly. But he can more clearly perceive the live erotica that is being staged every day.

It's no different from looking at it with both eyes, it's even clearer...

At first, Wang Feng still felt a little bit, but what followed was the throbbing of the dark angel's martial soul.

The more you look at it, one of the blood lines of the dark angel's martial arts will evolve and appear faster, so that Wang Feng thinks that he is so afraid of dangling his martial arts, right?

But after watching it for a long time, the interest has decreased a lot.

It's like watching a movie too much, and it doesn't feel anything at all.

When Wang Feng came out of the room.

"The god of death in white has come out!"

It seemed that someone exclaimed.

Wang Feng glanced at the side casually, and in a corner of the street, it was a man and a woman who were staging a live-action blockbuster.

The woman on the man seemed to feel the gaze of the god of death in white, and a blush appeared on her face. She raised her head and screamed in a high and excited voice:

"Ah ah ah... It's the god of death in white! It's so cool..."

The woman's remaining man: "...Bitch woman! Did you draft it? After doing it for so long, I didn't feel like a zombie. When someone glanced at it, it was so tight that I just lost it?"

The man was very angry, but felt deeply helpless.

Wang Feng: "..."

Sorry to bother you.

Wang Feng shook his head and walked directly towards the slaughtering field of hell in the distance, while still thinking: Is this the legend, who is high C?

After resting for a few days and studying the Dark Angel Martial Spirit, Wang Feng naturally wanted to continue to the Slaughter Field of Hell.

But at the door, Wang Feng met two people.

One is Hu Liena and the other is a junior.

Wang Feng paused slightly.

He found that after ten wins, in almost every game, there were Xiaosan and Hu Liena.

Apparently he was noticed by them.

As for the battle between the two, Wang Feng occasionally went to see it.

Because Hu Liena's spirit has been mutated, her physical quality is not only very strong, but she can also charm the enemy with her ultimate moves. Few people can resist Hu Liena's attack. hardly.

And those eyes that can seduce people, make Hu Liena also known as the messenger of hell, specializing in seducing people's souls.

Not to mention Xiaosan, who is now known as the Shura King in the Slaughtering Field of Hell. With his hidden weapons and various Tangmen martial arts, he has a very strong lethality against singles and groups. He is currently second in popularity to Baiyi in the capital of slaughter. The mighty god of death.

Hu Liena has 71 wins, second only to Wang Feng.

Tang San is seventy, less Hu Liena.

But Wang Feng and Tang San came from behind. This is also because the further back, the more difficult it is to arrange the schedule of the game, because when they reach their victory, they have encountered very few opponents.

Often it takes several days to arrange.

The inner city is actually very big. According to Wang Feng's estimate, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in this city.

even more.

There are actually many people who come to participate in the killing field of hell every day.

Due to the high popularity of the white-clothed god of death, more people came to see it.

Many people don't do anything else, just to see what the white-robed Death God looks like?

In addition, there are people who want to see if anyone can rush out of the white-clothed hell and come to this white-clothed death god?

Wang Feng and the two passed by by mistake.

"White Death God!"

At this moment, Tang San suddenly stopped Wang Feng, "Your opponent today is very special, you may be in danger."

(End of this chapter)