It was a long corridor that stretched diagonally downward, and the cold breath was blowing upwards.

"Master, where does this lead?" Tang San raised his head and looked at Wu Fang with a confused expression.

"A true killing capital. Wu Fang smiled indifferently.

"Welcome to the Killing Capital. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want, at the cost of your life. ”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions, clearly entering the ears of Wu Fang and his party.

"Master, there seems to be someone in front of you. Turning a corner, a light came from his sight. Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned on the Purple Pole Demon Pupil, which was an open door.

Behind the gate is a black castle, and the thick black walls are extremely wide, and I don't know how many years old. Above the city, a purple moon hangs. The moon is low and appears to be less than five hundred meters above the ground. Looking up, everything is black, like night.

"Stop!"

As soon as Wu Fang and his party passed through the gate, a rush of low footsteps sounded, and then nearly a hundred people blocked their way.

The men were all dressed in black armor, with helmets on their heads and their faces completely obscured. One by one is armed with a heavy sword. Only the leader at the front sat on a tall warhorse, his horse also covered with thick black armor.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?"

Dai Mubai took a step forward, his eyes met with the person in charge, and there was no fear in his expression. However, just as he lit up his soul ring and was about to use his soul technique, his brows furrowed. He was shocked to find that his soul skill could not be successfully displayed.

"Master, what's going on?" Dai Mubai looked at Wu Fang in astonishment, his eyes full of puzzlement. Tang San, Oscar, and Xiao Wu also discovered the problem, and their eyes fell on Wu Fang one after another.

"There used to be a god called Shura, and he built this place. Here, he made a rule that no one could use soul skills, and could only use their own physical fitness to kill each other to the death. Those who come in, if they can cross the path he left behind, can obtain his god-killing realm. Wu Fang glanced at the four disciples and said lightly.

"I didn't expect you to know a lot about the Killing Capital!"

The black-armored knight at the head had a little surprise in his eyes, he came to the Killing Capital decades ago, he only knew that the Killing Capital was left by a person who had become a god at the level of a hundred, and he didn't know which god it was. Unexpectedly, the outsider in front of him, who seemed to be only in his twenties, actually knew, and he didn't seem to know much about the killing capital.

"It's a pity that you have violated the rules set by the King of Slaughter after all, and you are destined to die here!" the black-armored knight looked at Wu Fang with half-squinted eyes, and his deep voice sounded extremely cold.

Sen Han's words fell, and he saw the black-armored knight's right hand make a horizontal slashing gesture. Suddenly, the hundred-strong army behind him rushed towards Wu Fang's master and apprentice with heavy swords in hand.

"But ants. ”

A flat voice without the slightest emotion sounded, and I saw Wu Fang pointing at the sword and sweeping it at will.

In an instant, a slender pitch-black gap opened in the void in front of him, and a huge sword light more than 100 meters long swept out from the gap. The sharp sword carried a piercing sound of breaking the air, and in an instant, it swept from the first person in the hundred-strong army to the last person.

Everywhere they passed, the army of 100 people was cut in half.

"You...... You ......"

Looking at the flesh and blood piled up on the ground, the black-armored knight's pupils suddenly shrank. The disdain in the eyes that originally looked at Wu Fang disappeared, and was replaced by a look full of fear.

The black-armored knight tugged at the horse rope below with both hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably. A second ago, these hundred people were still his right-hand men, but in just an instant, they were turned into a pile of corpses by the devil in front of them.

"Master, ruthless enough!"

Looking at the scene in front of him that looked like a hellish Shura field, Tang San couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Wu Fang. This master of his own family either doesn't make a move, or as soon as he does, he will be bleeding.

He used the Zhuge Divine Crossbow to kill people one by one, and compared to the other party, it was nothing more than a trifle.

Dai Mubai and Oscar glanced at each other, swallowed their saliva at the same time, and their expressions were strange. I don't know if I was shocked by Wu Fang's methods, or I was impressed by Wu Fang's ruthlessness.

Although Xiao Wu's expression did not change, he just reached into his arms with one hand and tightly held the Broken Gut Flower that was used to cover his 100,000-year-old soul beast aura.

"Why...... Why can you still use soul skills here...... Even if Title Douluo comes, he can't do it, who are you...... Who the hell are you......"

The black-armored knight seemed to have thought of something, with a trilling voice in his voice, and even his speech was intermittent, looking at Wu Fang in disbelief.

As far as he knew, the Martial Spirit Hall in its heyday had the idea of killing the capital and used two Titled Douluo to come. However, these two Titled Douluo lost their soul skills when they arrived here, and they were finally easily killed by the King of Killing.

It is precisely because of this that since then, even if it is as strong as the Martial Spirit Palace, it has not dared to rise to the idea of occupying the Killing Capital.

Wu Fang didn't answer the question of the black-armored knight, but just put his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the black-armored knight leisurely.

"I am the messenger representing the King of Killing, you can't kill me! Kill me, and you will be punished by the King of Killing!" At Shang Wu Fang's playful gaze, the look of fear on the face of the black-armored knight increased, and he retreated again and again. At the same time, the five soul rings on his body lit up, two yellow, two purple and one black.

He is a level 56 Soul King, and because he is the messenger of the King of Killing, here he can even use his soul skills to kill a level 70 Soul Saint who cannot use soul skills. But for some reason, when facing the young man in front of him, he couldn't have a trace of fighting spirit.

The coercion that the other party shrouded over him, although it was different from the God Killing Realm of the King of Killing, but for some reason, in his opinion, the inexplicable coercion of the other party made him feel even more powerless.

It's like the other party is the king who is high up in the world, and he is the prostrate people on the ground.

"Can't kill you? Everyone who tried to do something to me died, why would you be an exception?"

Wu Fang looked at the black-armored knight coldly: "Don't say it's the king of killing, even if the Shura God is here, you must die!"

The indifferent syllables fell, and as soon as Wu Fang pointed out, the sharp sword qi bombarded the black-armored knight's body in an instant.

With a loud bang, the war horse screamed, and a heavy knight's spear four meters long broke through the air and flew away.

The black-armored knight was no longer on the horse, his entire body was pierced by the sword, and he fell to the ground and was motionless after only a moment of convulsions, and his breath was completely gone.

。 Sogou