Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

Because in every game or siege, Wang Feng was like the god of death, quietly reaping life, without any exception.

The sixty-meter area around Wang Feng is also known as the White Hell!

In seventy-two games, no one could break through the white hell and truly attack Wang Feng!

As a result, in the Hell Killing Fields, as the year passed, a saying spread: As long as you can pass through this hell in white, you can defeat the God of Death in white!

During this year, Wang Feng actually lived a very comfortable life... much more comfortable than in the far north.

For a soul master who cannot use soul skills, it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"I've been practicing so hard, isn't it just to torture my enemies like this? Isn't it just that I want to pursue the pleasure of crushing my opponents?"

Wang Feng thought in his mind, "The key is, I can still practice at the same time."

Especially in the killing city, there is no burden.

There is basically no need for any battle of wits! Because there is no chance for a battle of wits! Without soul skills, he just relies on level A and various killing techniques.

But, even after this 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, going through so many competitions, and staying in the inner city for a long time, you will always be infected with all kinds of murderous and violent spirits.

The temperament will also become colder and bloodthirsty.

But there was no change in Wang Feng. He was dressed in moonlight white clothes, as if he were a solitary guest, and seemed out of place in the city of killing.

This is another reason why Wang Feng is called the God of Death in White.

In legends, the God of Death mostly wears black robes, looks cold and lonely, and exudes the aura of death.

But the Death God in white is different. He is standing there, spotless, like a god in the world, but he has fascinated countless people in the inner city!

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

It was like a shot of strong medicine, stimulating countless women in the inner city.

In this inner city world full of degenerates, the white-clothed Death God is too unique. Such a strange and powerful man has never appeared in the killing city!

But Wang Feng does know the reason.

All the murderous and violent energy he was infected with was absorbed by the Dark Angel Martial Spirit.

In addition, his current physique will not be affected by the Slaughter City at all. As long as the Dark Angel Martial Spirit is not possessed, he will not change in any way.

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

With his strength and status, he naturally lives in an excellent house. However, there are still two sharp blades composed of mysterious thorns hanging outside the door, guarding the door.

There is no way, too many people are sent to die every day, especially at night.

Many women in the inner city wanted to have a kiss and spend the night with him, the God of Death in white. At first at night, they stood outside Wang Feng's house, looking eagerly, or even rushed in directly.

Wang Feng was not even pure in his cultivation, so he controlled the sharp blade composed of Xuanming thorns and placed it outside the door.

Whoever dares to take a step forward will die immediately!

Are you kidding me, even among these women, there may be some who are relatively clean. But is Wang Feng that kind of person?

Obviously not!

So I placed two mysterious thorns outside the door as a deterrent. Whoever comes will die.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman.

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

The number of visitors to the Killing City has not decreased because of this, because all kinds of evil on the mainland will not stop.

A familiar sound of pleasure reached my ears.

Wang Feng smiled. Even though I covered my eyes with a mask, I couldn't see clearly. But I can more clearly perceive the live erotic drama that is being staged every day.

It’s no different than looking with two eyes, even clearer...

At first, Wang Feng still felt something, but then the Dark Angel's martial soul began to throb.

The more he looked at it, the faster one of the blood lines of the Dark Angel Martial Spirit evolved and appeared, making Wang Feng think that this was some kind of slutty martial spirit, right?

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

It's like watching too many movies and not feeling anything at all.

When Wang Feng walked out of the room.

"The God of Death in White is out!"

Someone seemed to scream.

Wang Feng glanced casually to the side. In the corner of the street, there was a man and a woman performing a live-action movie.

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

"Ahhh...it's the God of Death in white! It feels so good..."

The woman's remaining man: "...Bitch! Did you draft it? You've been working on it for so long, and you feel like a zombie. After being looked at by someone, you were so tight, and you just threw it away?"

The man was extremely angry, but also 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: Is this the legendary thing about staring at someone with a high C?

After resting for a few days and studying the Dark Angel Martial Spirit, Wang Feng naturally wanted to continue going to the Killing Fields of Hell.

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

One is Hu Liena and the other is a mistress.

Wang Feng paused slightly.

He found that after winning ten games, Xiao San and Hu Liena were present in almost every game.

Apparently he was noticed by them.

Wang Feng occasionally watched the battle between the two.

Because Hu Liena's martial soul has been mutated, her physical fitness is not only very strong, but she can also charm enemies between her killing moves. Very few people can withstand Hu Liena's attacks. For example, Xiao San practices the Purple Demon Eye to resist the charm. almost none.

And those seductive eyes made Hu Liena also known as the messenger of hell, specializing in seducing people's souls.

Not to mention Xiaosan, who is now known as Shura King in the Hell Killing Fields. With his hidden weapons and various Tang Sect martial arts, he is extremely lethal to singles and groups. He is currently second only to Baiyi in popularity in the Killing City. The strong man of death.

Hu Liena has 71 wins, only one behind Wang Feng.

Tang San was seventy, one game less than Hu Liena.

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

One session often takes several days to arrange.

The inner city is actually very large. According to Wang Feng's estimation, 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 killing fields of hell every day.

Due to the popularity of the Death in White, more people came to see it.

Many people just want to see what the God of Death in white looks like, for no other reason.

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

Wang Feng passed by the two of them.

"White Death God!"

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