Chapter 503： 1 year later! (three)

Because every game, or siege, Wang Feng is like a **** of death, harvesting his life quietly, without any exception.

The sixty-meter range of Wang Feng's whole body is also called the white hell!

In 72 games, no one can rush through the white **** and really attack Wang Feng!

Therefore, in the killing fields of hell, as the year passed, this statement spread: as long as you can pass through this white hell, you can defeat the white death god!

During this year, Wang Feng actually lived very comfortably...compared to the extreme north.

A spirit master who can't use spirit abilities is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables for him.

"I work hard to cultivate, isn't it just to abuse the enemy like this? Isn't it just for the pleasure of crushing the opponent?"

Wang Feng thought in his heart, "The key is that I can still practice."

Especially in the killing capital, there is no burden.

There is basically no need for any wit! Because there is no chance of wit! The lack of soul skills is to rely on level A and various killing techniques.

But even after this year of killing.

The breath on Wang Feng's body still hasn't changed much!

It stands to reason that after killing so many people, after so many matches, plus the long-term expectation in the inner city, there will always be various murderous and hostile spirits.

Temperament will become colder and bloodthirsty.

But Wang Feng didn't change anything. He wore a moonlight white robe, as if he were a lone guest, and he seemed incompatible with the City of Killing.

This is also one of the reasons why Wang Feng is known as the White Death God.

The gods of death are mostly wearing black robes in legends, appearing cold and solitary, exuding the breath of death.

The White Grim Reaper is different. He stands there, immaculately dusty, like a god-man in the world, but fascinated countless people in the inner city!

That elegant posture, that terrifying strength, that aloof temperament...

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

In this inner city world full of fallen people, the **** of death in white is too unique, such a strange power has never appeared in the city of killing!

But Wang Feng did know the reason.

The murderous hostility he invaded was all absorbed by the Dark Angel Martial Spirit.

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

On this day, Wang Feng went out again.

With his strength and status, living in is naturally an excellent house. However, two sharp blades composed of Xuanming thorns have been hanging outside the door, always guarding the door.

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

Many women in the inner city wanted to kiss Fangze and spend the spring evening with him, the **** of death in white clothes. At the beginning of the night, they stood outside Wang Feng's house, eagerly looking forward, and even rushed in directly.

Wang Feng was not clean in his cultivation, and then controlled the sharp blade composed of Xuanming thorns and placed it outside the door.

Who dares to take a step forward and die directly!

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

Obviously not!

So just prevent two Xuanming thorns outside the door as a deterrent, whoever will die.

Take care of your men and women.

Walking out of the door, the smell of decay and corruption in the inner city did not disappear.

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

A familiar pleasant sound came from my ear.

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

It’s no different from looking with both eyes, even more clearly...

At first, Wang Feng still felt a little bit, but what followed was the throbbing of the Dark Angel Martial Soul.

The more you look at it, one of the blood lines of the Dark Angel Martial Soul will evolve and appear faster, so Wang Feng thinks that this is something special, right?

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

It's like watching too many movies, so I feel nothing.

When Wang Feng came out of the room.

"Reaper in white is out!"

Someone seemed to exclaim.

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

The woman on the man seemed to feel the gaze of the **** of death in white clothes, a blush suddenly appeared on her face, she raised her head and screamed in a high and excited voice:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! so cool..."

The remaining man of the woman: "...Bite woman! Drafting it, did it for so long, it feels like a zombie, I was glanced at it, it was so tight, just lost it?"

The man was very angry, but felt deeply helpless.

Wang Feng: "..."

Sorry, sorry to disturb you.

Wang Feng shook his head, and walked directly towards the **** killing field in the distance, thinking: Is this the legend, who is high C?

After a few days of rest, after studying the Dark Angel Martial Spirit, Wang Feng naturally wanted to continue to the **** killing field.

However, at the door, Wang Feng met two people.

One is Hu Liena and the other is a junior.

Wang Feng has a slight footstep ~www.novelhall.com~ He found that after ten wins, almost every game, there are minor three and Hu Liena.

Obviously he was noticed by them.

As for the battle between the two, Wang Feng occasionally visited it.

Because Hu Liena’s martial spirit has undergone mutation, her physical fitness is not only very strong, but also can charm the enemy among the ultimate moves. Few people can resist Hu Liena’s attack, like the situation of Xiaosan practicing purple magic pupil to resist charm. hardly.

And those eye-catching eyes make Hu Liena also known as the messenger of hell, who specializes in seducing people's souls.

Not to mention Xiao San. Now he is called King Shura in the killing fields of hell. With hidden weapons and various Tang Sect martial arts, he is extremely lethal to single and pair groups. It is currently inferior to Baiyi in the killing field. The strong of death.

Hu Liena had seventy-one wins, just behind Wang Feng.

Tang San is seventy, one less Hu Liena.

However, Wang Feng and Tang San came from behind. This is because the farther behind, the more difficult it is to arrange the game schedule, because to reach their victory, there are few opponents encountered.

It often takes several days to arrange a show.

The inner city is actually very large. According to Wang Feng's estimation, there are hundreds of thousands in this city.

even more.

There are actually many people who come to the killing fields of **** every day.

Due to the high popularity of the White Reaper, naturally more people came to see him.

Many people don't do anything else, just to see what the Grim Reaper in white is like?

In addition, there are people who want to see if anyone can rush out of the white **** and walk to this white death god?

Wang Feng and the two passed by.

"White Grim Reaper!"

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

(End of this chapter)