Starting from Douluo: Wuhun is a ray of light

"Hehe, boy, you don't mean to fight with me, do you?"

The strong man who was being watched by Wang Feng smiled coldly when he saw Wang Feng approaching.

Then a big hammer appeared in his hand, and as soon as he stood there, there was a bang, and a small hole was smashed into the ground.

It can be seen from this that the weight of this hammer is really not ordinary.

"It's him, that iron hammer madman who won fourteen rounds in the killing field. I heard that his iron hammer spirit is comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer? Bragging."

"Why are you bragging? In my opinion, the Clear Sky Hammer is a hammer, and the iron hammer is also a hammer. Apart from the difference in the quality of the soul ring, there is basically no difference between the two. They are both hammers."

"Hearing Xiongtai's analysis, I think it makes sense."

"Isn't it! Both are hammers, is there a difference between hammers?"

"Well, but this newcomer who just came in dared to provoke the hammer maniac, he really didn't know what to do."

There was a lot of discussion around Wang Feng who was provoking the hammer maniac, as if he saw the blood splattered end of Wang Feng and others in his eyes.

The gothic woman didn't say anything more, after all, she said everything that should be said.

When Wang Feng came in front of the strong man, he didn't act immediately, but looked at him curiously.

He heard the conversations of the people around him, and he was also very curious about the hammer of the hammer madman.

"Hammer madman? Is your hammer really comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Wang Feng asked teasingly.

"Hmph, you brat who doesn't know how to live or die. I'm not afraid to tell you that even the Clear Sky Hammer will be smashed to pieces under my iron hammer." The brawny man sneered, then looked at Wang Feng and sneered.

"Really? Then I want to try to see if your hammer is really that powerful."

"Since you want to die, I will make it happen..."

You haven't said the word yet, the hammer madman doesn't talk about martial arts, so he took the lead.

There are no rules in the capital of killing, and it is common for people to kill and be killed.

Seeing the iron hammer maniac and the newcomer Wang Feng fighting, the people around watched with interest.

Call ~

The huge hammer whizzed towards Wang Feng, as if carrying a mighty force, and smashed it towards Wang Feng's face.

hum~

Wang Feng stood on the spot happily and unafraid, only to see a soul power spinning rapidly in his hand, and then a spiral ball with black lightning formed in his hand.

The people watching at the side thought that Wang Feng was so scared that he didn't even dare to move, so they all laughed.

And when the gothic woman saw that the soul power ball spinning at high speed in Wang Feng's hand still had the ability to flash around the dark lightning, she seemed to have seen the result.

Just as the iron hammer was approaching, Wang Feng groaned softly: "Thunder...Spiral bomb."

As soon as the voice fell, the spiral bullet surrounded by black lightning and flashing in his hand hit the hammer in front of him.

boom!

A roar sounded.

Click click! !

The hammer shattered instantly, and at the same time, with a bang, a figure was sent flying and fell heavily to the ground.

"Not to mention, this hammer is extremely hard, comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."

Wang Feng said lightly, and walked in front of the Hammer Madman, his soul power condensed on his fingertips, and a green light flashed out.

With a bang, the hammer madman's head was directly pierced, and he couldn't die any more.

Wang Feng picked up his spoils and came to the Gothic woman, and said calmly, "You can go."

"Please follow me." The Gothic woman smiled and walked towards the killing field.

When the people watching around saw Wang Feng approaching, they all stepped out of the way as they were looking at the cracked-head hammer maniac.

The registration process went smoothly, and the next battle in the killing field was Wang Feng's battle.

Wang Feng also knew the rules of the killing field, ten people can only survive one game, as long as they win one game, they can absorb the soul power of the other six people to improve their own soul power.However, according to Wang Feng's understanding, the soul power of the other nine people was basically absorbed by the killing place, and the victorious person could absorb very little soul power.

According to Wang Feng's guess, the soul power absorbed by the killing field eventually went there, and it should be absorbed by the master of the killing city, the king of killing, to restore its strength.

And there is only one way to enter Hell Road through the killing field, and that is to complete a hundred killing field battles.

At present, as far as Wang Feng knows, there are only three or two people who can really complete a hundred killing fields.

This battle in the killing field was faster than Wang Feng had imagined, and soon it was his turn.

Walking into the killing field, he looked at the other nine people. I don't know if it was the influence of the killing capital. Five of the nine people on the field were bald men, either holding a hammer or a big knife. There are one or two weapons.

"The killing...start." At this moment, the staff gave an order, and the other nine people looked for the target one after another.

As a rookie, Wang Feng was the first to be found, and more than one person found him.

"Boy, I heard that you killed the Hammer Maniac, aren't you strong? But today you met me, the Furnace Melter, and that's it."

The gloomy man looked at Wang Feng and sneered, then his martial soul was released suddenly, and an iron furnace burning with raging fire appeared in his hand.

Except for the prohibition of soul skills in the capital of killing, everything else is not prohibited.

Weapons, hidden weapons, martial spirits, all can be used.

"The Furnace Man, isn't he the nemesis of the self-proclaimed Hammer Madman?"

"No, he seems to claim to be the nemesis of all weapon spirits."

"I heard that he has won more than 30 games. I'm afraid this newcomer is in danger."

Discussions around the killing field came to Wang Feng's ears, and Wang Feng looked at the man with the melting pot spirit full of interest.

Needless to say, if the man with the melting pot spirit grows up, the Clear Sky Hammer, Seven Kill Sword, and Weapon Spirit may not be enough in front of him.

However, he didn't have this chance.

The man who melted the martial soul in the furnace sacrificed his martial soul and attacked Wang Feng.

As soon as the Furnace Martial Soul came out, a raging fire ignited, and Wang Feng was about to be enveloped in the furnace from the sky and burned to smelt him, turning him into a pool of blood.

It's a pity that the Furnace Martial Soul man's own strength is only the soul king, and he is like an ant in front of Wang Feng.

call out!

The green light on Wang Feng's body was bright, and his figure flashed out of the area covered by the furnace, and then appeared in front of the man with the martial spirit in the furnace.

"Go to hell."

A cold voice sounded, and the green light in Wang Feng's hand was dyed with a layer of black lightning, and he precisely struck the heart of the man with the martial spirit in the furnace.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the furnace disappeared, and a figure flew out, crashing to the ground.

Then the soul power in his body continued to flow down the killing field, and part of it flowed to Wang Feng.

This change surprised everyone watching, and people in the killing field stopped and looked at Wang Feng.

They knew very well how strong the man with the Furnace Martial Soul was, and now that this rookie could easily kill the man with the Furnace Martial Soul, the eight of them pointed their finger at Wang Feng without hesitation.

"Come on, kill him first."

"Dancing in the wind."

"Kill the Quartet."

Seeing the remaining eight people attacking him, Wang Feng sneered.

"It's just right, save me to solve them one by one."

hum~

A green light flashed, and then a long knife gradually condensed in Wang Feng's hand.

"What's going on, why can he use soul skills? Isn't soul skills banned in the capital of killing?"

"It is true that soul skills are forbidden in the Slaughtering Capital, but if you create your own soul skills, you can use them."

"Self-created soul skills."

When they saw Wang Feng's condensed sword, everyone watching the game was surprised and talked a lot.

But the gothic woman on the sidelines smiled calmly when she saw Wang Feng using her own soul-creating technique.

Wang Feng stared at the eight people who were attacking him, and danced a sword flower with a long knife in his hand.Then he held his breath and concentrated, and at the moment when the eight people attacked, he opened his eyes, and a sharp aura shot out from the eyes, and at the same time, a shining cold light converged on the long knife.

"The fierce light in the dark night...kill."

As soon as the word "cut" sounded, a green arc cut through the darkness came out from Wang Feng's hand with a long knife.

"what is this!"

"Damn, I can't move."

"This...."

The expressions of the eight attacking people changed drastically the moment the arc-shaped slash came, and they seemed to be stared at by the god of death, and they were all stiff and unable to move.

puff! !

puff! !

Blood splattered on the killing field, and when the watching people saw the frozen eight people, their eyes were wide open, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

thump! ! !

In the next second, eight corpses collapsed, and the dead could not die again.

"This...is really fake."

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

"Is he really a newcomer?"

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

Self-created soul skills, powerful slash, all these prove his extraordinary.

"It seems that the city of killing is about to blow." The Gothic girl 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 once 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 gathering on him.

When walking down the killing field, the gothic woman walked over, "Mr. [-], I have arranged a place for you, please come with me."

"Okay." Wang Feng didn't refuse, and followed the gothic girl and left.

If there were one hundred killing matches every day, he would have to stay in the killing capital for at least three months.And sometimes there is no game, so he has to stay longer.

Naturally, there must be a place to rest and practice.

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

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

After a short rest, Wang Feng came to the inner city for a stroll.

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

There is where the Lord of Slaughter resides.

The King of Slaughter generally does not appear, unless there are special circumstances or when passing through the killing field.

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

After visiting the inner city again, Wang Feng returned to the hotel to practice.

Now that he has reached level 68, these few months in the capital of killing are enough for him to practice and improve his strength.And with the pure soul power feedback from the killing field, it is not a problem for him to upgrade to 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 beheaded eight people yesterday has long been spread in the capital of killing.

Now that Wang Feng came to sign up, some timid contestants were terrified.

But the other desperadoes didn't care much, and even put down their cruel words, they would take Wang Feng's life.