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

And the range of 60 meters around Wang Feng is also known as the white-clothed hell!

In seventy-two games, no one was able to rush through the white-clothed hell and really attack Wang Feng!

So, in the hell killing field, as the year passed, this saying 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 had a very comfortable life... It's more comfortable than in the far north.

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

"I've worked so hard to cultivate, isn't it just to torture the enemy with such blood? Don't you just want to pursue the thrill of crushing your opponent? ”

Wang Feng thought in his heart, "The key is that I can still cultivate at the same time. ”

Especially in the killing capital, there is no burden.

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

But, even after a year of killing.

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

It stands to reason that after killing so many people, after so many games, and staying in the inner city for a long time, there will always be all kinds of murderous and vicious spirits.

The temperament will also become more cold and bloodthirsty.

But Wang Feng didn't change at all, he was dressed in moonlight white, as if he was a lonely guest, and he looked out of place in the killing capital.

This is also one of the other reasons why Wang Feng is known as the white-clothed god of death.

In legends, the Grim Reaper is mostly dressed in black robes, looking cold and lonely, exuding the breath of death.

The white-clothed god of death is different, where he stands, the dust is spotless, like a god in the world, but countless people in the inner city are obsessed with it!

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

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

In this inner city world full of degenerates, the white-clothed Grim Reaper is too unique, and there has never been such a strange powerhouse in the Killing Capital!

However, Wang Feng did know this reason.

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

Coupled with his current physique, he will not be affected by the Killing Capital at all, as long as the Dark Angel Martial Spirit is not possessed, he will not have any changes.

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

With his strength and status, it is naturally an excellent house to live in. However, there has been a sharp blade composed of two Xuan Ming Thorns hanging outside the door, which has been guarding the door.

No way, there are too many people who die every day, especially at night.

Many women in the inner city wanted to kiss Fang Ze and spend the Spring Festival with him, the white-clothed god of death, at the beginning, at night, they stood outside Wang Feng's house one by one, looking forward to it, and even rushed in directly.

Wang Feng's cultivation was not pure, and then he controlled the sharp blade composed of the Xuanming Thorn and placed it outside the door.

Who dares to take a step forward and die directly!

What are you kidding, even among these women, there may be some cleaner ones. But is he Wang Feng that kind of person?

Apparently not!

Therefore, outside the door, prevent the two Xuan Yin Thorns as a deterrent, whoever comes will die.

your men and women.

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

The visitors to the Killing Capital have not decreased because of this, because all kinds of evils on the continent will not be stopped.

A familiar sound of pleasure sounded in my ears.

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

It's no different from looking at it with both eyes, if not better...

At first, Wang Feng still felt a little when he looked at it, but then the dark angel martial soul throbbed.

The more he looked at it, the faster one of the blood lines of the Dark Angel Martial Soul evolved and appeared, so much so that Wang Feng thought that this was a special Y Swing Martial Soul, right?

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

It's like watching too many movies, and I don't feel anything anymore.

When Wang Feng walked out of the room.

"The white-clothed Grim Reaper has come out!"

It seems that someone exclaimed.

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

The woman on the man's body seemed to feel the gaze of the white-clothed god of death, and a flush suddenly appeared on her face, and she raised her head and screamed in a high and excited voice:

"Ahhh It's the Grim Reaper in white! It's so cool..."

The woman's remaining man: "... Mean woman! Drafted, I've been doing it for so long, I don't feel like a zombie, I was looked at by others, and I was so tight that I lost it directly? ”

The man was extremely angry, but he felt deeply helpless.

Wang Feng: "......"

Sorry sorry to bother you.

Wang Feng shook his head and walked directly towards the Hell Killing Field in the distance, while still thinking: Could this be the legendary, who is the highest C?

After resting for a few days and studying the Dark Angel Martial Soul, Wang Feng naturally wanted to continue to go to the Hell Killing Ground.

However, when he was at the door, Wang Feng met two people.

One is Hu Liena, and the other is a junior.

Wang Feng's footsteps paused slightly.

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

Apparently they noticed.

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

Hu Liena's martial soul has undergone mutation, her physical fitness is not only very strong, but she can also charm the enemy between killing moves, few people can resist Hu Liena's attack, like Xiao San's cultivation of the Purple Pole Demon Pupil to resist the charm, there are almost no such situations.

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 Xiao San, he is now known as the Shura King in the Hell Killing Field, with hidden weapons, all kinds of Tang Sect martial arts, he has extremely strong lethality against single pairs, and he is currently second to the white-clothed God of Death in the killing capital.

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

Tang San is seventy, and Hu Liena is one less.

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

Often, it takes several days to schedule.

The inner city is actually very large, and according to Wang Feng's estimates, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this city.

And even more.

There are actually a lot of people who come to the hell killing fields every day.

Due to the popularity of the white-clothed god of death, there are naturally more people who come to watch.

Many people don't want anything else, just to see what the white-clothed Grim Reaper is like?

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

Wang Feng and the two of them staggered.

"The Grim Reaper in White!"

At this time, Tang San suddenly called out to Wang Feng, "Your opponent today is very special, you may be in danger." ”

(End of chapter)