As soon as the word "Zhan" sounded, a green arc-shaped slash cut through the darkness and struck out from Wang Feng's hand with the long knife.

"What's this!"

"Damn it, I can't move."

"this"

The expressions of the eight people who came to attack changed drastically the moment the arc-shaped slashes flew towards them. Their whole bodies seemed to be stared at by the God of Death, and their whole bodies were stiff and unable to move.

puff!!

puff!!

Blood spattered on the killing field. When everyone watching saw the eight people frozen, their eyes widened in disbelief.

thump!!!

The next second, eight corpses collapsed, dead and unable to die.

"This is true or false."

"What a powerful attack...killed eight people at once..."

"Is he really new?"

While the audience was amazed, the gothic woman was also a little surprised by Wang Feng's strength.

His self-created soul skills and powerful slashing attacks all proved his extraordinary ability.

"It seems that the wind is about to rise in the killing city." The Gothic woman chuckled.

At this time, Wang Feng felt a little strange when he felt the soul power transmitted to him from the killing field.

These soul powers seemed to have been purified, very pure, and as soon as they flowed into his body, his strength improved a lot.

But one thing that made Wang Feng unhappy was that he couldn't resist the killing field's soul power converging on him.

When walking down the killing field, a gothic woman walked over and said, "Mr. 3515, I have arranged a place for you. Please come with me."

"Okay." Wang Feng did not refuse and followed the gothic woman and left.

If one hundred killing matches were played every day, he would have to stay in the killing city for at least more than three months. And sometimes there would be no games, so he would have to stay even longer.

It is natural to have a place to rest and practice.

Soon, Wang Feng checked into a nice hotel under the arrangement of the gothic woman.

The gothic woman left the hotel after explaining some things to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng rested for a while and then went to the inner city to wander around.

At this time, a tall thing appeared in Wang Feng's eyes.

That's where the King of Slaughter is.

The King of Killing generally does not appear unless there are special circumstances or when passing through the Killing Fields.

Wang Feng still needs opportunity and time to understand the King of Slaughter.

After wandering around the inner city for a while, Wang Feng returned to the hotel to practice.

He is now at level sixty-eight. The past few months in the Killing City have been enough for him to practice hard and improve his strength. And with the pure soul power feedback from the killing field, it will not be a problem for him to reach level seventy.

There was nothing to say all night, and at noon the next day, Wang Feng came to the killing field to sign up for the competition.

The news that Wang Feng killed eight people with one sword yesterday has long been spread in the killing city.

Now when Wang Feng comes to sign up, some timid contestants are terrified.

But the other desperadoes didn't care, and even said harsh words that they would take Wang Feng's life.
Chapter completed!