Chapter 503 One year later! (3)
Because in every game, or siege, Wang Feng quietly reaps his life like the god of death, without any exception.
The sixty meters of Wang Feng's body is also called the White Hell!
In the 72 games, no one could survive the White Hell and truly attack Wang Feng!
Therefore, as this year passed, this statement spread: as long as you can pass through this white-clothed hell, you can defeat this white-clothed god of death!
During this year, Wang Feng actually lived a very comfortable life... even more comfortable than in the far north.
For him, a soul master who cannot use his soul skills is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.
"I worked hard to practice, isn't it just to torture the enemy in such blood? Isn't it just to pursue the pleasure of crushing the opponent?"
Wang Feng thought to himself, "The key is that I can still practice while practicing."
Especially in the City of Killing, there is no burden.
There is basically no need for any wits! Because there is no chance of wits! Without soul skills, it depends on flat a and various killing skills.
But even after this year's killing.
The aura on Wang Feng's body still did not change much!
Logically speaking, after killing so many people, after so many games, and staying in the inner city for a long time, you will always be infected with all kinds of murderous auras and hostility.
The temperament will also become colder and bloodthirsty.
But Wang Feng did not change anything. He was wearing a white moon-colored dress, as if he was a lonely guest, and seemed out of place with the City of Killing.
This is also one of the other reasons why Wang Feng is called the White-clothed God of Death.
In legend, the god of death is mostly wearing a black robe, looking cold and lonely, exuding the breath of death.
The white-clothed God of Death is different. He just stands wherever he is spotless, like a god in the world, but it makes countless people in the inner city obsessed!
That elegant figure, that terrifying strength, and that arrogant temperament...
It was like a powerful medicine, stimulating countless women in the inner city.
In this inner city world full of fallen people, the white-clothed Death God is too unique. Such a strange strong man has never appeared in the City of Killing!
But Wang Feng does know the reason.
All the murderous auras he invaded was absorbed by the Dark Angel's martial soul.
In addition, his current physique will not be affected by the City of Killing at all. As long as the Dark Angel's martial soul is not possessed, he will not change anything.
On this day, Wang Feng walked out the door again.
With his strength and status, he naturally lives in a very good house. However, two sharp blades composed of Xuanming Thorns have been hung outside the door, guarding them all the time.
There is no way, too many people are sent to death every day, especially at night.
Many women in the inner city wanted to have a kiss and spend the night with him, the white-clothed god of death. At the beginning, it was night, and they stood outside Wang Feng's house one by one, looking up, and even rushed in directly.
Wang Feng was not pure in his practice, so he controlled the sharp blade composed of Xuanming Thorns to place 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 cleaner ones. But is Wang Feng the kind of person?
Obviously not!
So we should prevent two mysterious thorns outside the door as a deterrent, and whoever comes will die.
Don't care about your men and women.
When I walked out of the door, the smell of decay and depravity in the inner city did not disappear.
The visitors to the City of Killing have not been reduced because all kinds of sins on the mainland will not be cut off.
A familiar voice of pleasure came to my ears.
Wang Feng smiled. Although he covered his eyes with a mask and couldn't see clearly, he could more clearly feel the living erotic palace that was being performed every day.
It's no different from looking with your eyes, and it's even clearer...
At first, Wang Feng felt a little bit like he looked at it, but what followed was the throbbing of the Dark Angel's martial soul.
The more you see, one of the blood patterns of the Dark Angel's martial soul will evolve and appear faster, which makes Wang Feng think that this is a y-swinging martial soul?
However, after watching it for a long time, the interest will decrease a lot.
It’s like watching too many movies, so you won’t feel anything.
When Wang Feng walked out of the room.
"The white-clothed death is coming out!"
Someone seemed to have exclaimed.
Wang Feng took a few random glances next to him. In a corner of the street, there was a man and a woman, and a live-action blockbuster was being staged.
The woman on the man seemed to feel the gaze of the white-clothed god of death. A blush suddenly appeared on her face. She raised her head and screamed in a high and excited voice:
"Ahhhh... It's the white-clothed god of death! It's so cool..."
The remaining man of the woman: "...Bitch! Is it a sketch? I've been doing it for so long, and I don't feel like a zombie. I was taken a look at it and it was so tight that I lost it directly?"
The man was extremely angry, but he felt deeply helpless.
Wang Feng: “…”
Sorry, sorry, I've disturbed you.
Wang Feng shook his head and walked directly to the hell killing field in the distance, thinking: Could this be the legendary one, who is glaring high?
After resting for a few days and studying the Dark Angel's Martial Soul, Wang Feng naturally had to continue to go to the Hell Killing Field.
However, when Wang Feng was at the door, he met two people.
One is Hu Liena and the other is a mistress.
Wang Feng paused slightly.
He found that after ten wins, there were mistresses and Hu Liena almost every game.
Obviously they noticed me.
Wang Feng occasionally went to see the battle between the two.
Because Hu Liena's martial soul has undergone mutation, her physical fitness is not only strong, but also can charm the enemy with her killer moves. Few people can resist Hu Liena's attacks. There are almost no situations like the mistress practicing the purple demon eyes to resist the charm.
And those eyes that can attract people's souls make Hu Liena also known as the messenger of hell, specifically attracting people's souls.
Not to mention the mistress, he is now called Shura King in the Hell Killing Field. With his hidden weapons and various Tangmen martial arts, he has extremely strong lethality on one and a group. He is currently the second most popular person in the Killing City than the White-clothed Death God.
Hu Liena won 71 games, second only to Wang Feng.
Tang San is seventy, and Hu Liena is one match.
However, Wang Feng and Tang San came from behind. This is because the more they got to the back, the harder the schedule of the game was to be arranged. Because they had few opponents to meet with their victory.
Often, one game takes several days to schedule.
The inner city is actually very large. 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 Hell Killing Field every day.
Due to the high popularity of the white-clothed Death God, there are naturally more people who come to see him.
Many people don’t do anything else, just to see what the white-clothed Death God looks like?
In addition, someone wants to see if anyone can rush out of the white-clothed hell and walk to the white-clothed god of death?
Wang Feng and the two passed by each other.
"The God of Death in White!"
At this time, Tang San suddenly called out Wang Feng, "Your opponent today is very special, you may be in danger."
Chapter completed!