Douluo: Qingmei Ning Rongrong, I choose Kamisato Ayaka

Seeing Chen Feng sitting cross-legged on the ground, they felt that he really didn't take them seriously. Immediately, they were all extremely angry.

"This kid is so disrespectful to us, let's go together and kill him!"

As the Soul Saint shouted, nine people immediately rushed towards Chen Feng. However, they could not use soul skills, and they posed no threat to Chen Feng's armor.

Those attacks landed on Chen Feng's armor, making a clanging sound of metal clashing.

"Haha, you can't even break my defense, and you still dare to be arrogant in front of me?" Chen Feng laughed.

"Damn you kid, get out here and die!"

The nine people were so angry that they gnashed their teeth, but they had no way to deal with Chen Feng, so they all retreated.

Chen Feng naturally ignored them and immediately began to regulate his breathing in his armor. The rolling soul power continued to enter Chen Feng's body, gradually filling up Chen Feng's already weak soul sea...

With the protection of this armor, Chen Feng didn't worry at all about being hurt by these ten people who couldn't even use their soul skills.

In a flash, half a day passed.

They still had no way to deal with Chen Feng, and soon, the nine of them began to fight among themselves.

"Since I can't kill the Sword Demon Lord first, then I will kill you first, and then I will deal with him!"

Immediately, the nine people began to kill each other, and soon, only the last person was left.

That Soul Saint finally survived.

He looked at Chen Feng and shouted, "Sword Demon Lord, how long are you going to hide? Come out and die!"

Chen Feng still ignored his shouting and waited until night fell. At this time, Chen Feng stretched lazily, stood up, looked at the Soul Saint man and said, "The breathing is almost adjusted, let's start the real killing!"

After saying that, Chen Feng pointed his right hand directly at the Soul Saint man.

The next moment, the plasma cannon on his right hand was instantly activated.

boom--

With a loud bang, the Soul Saint's body was instantly blown to pieces!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the killing field was shocked.

"How...how is it possible, he...his strength is so strong..." the only remaining person shouted tremblingly.

Immediately, he looked towards the audience seats in the distance, and saw that the audience there had already been silent.

Obviously, Chen Feng's move just now scared those people!

Soon, Chen Feng walked out of the killing field, looked at the people in the killing city and said, "Everyone, come on if you are not afraid of death. Next, it's your turn!"

The moment Chen Feng walked out, countless people rushed towards him.

Chen Feng faced them and removed his armor. He held the broken sword in his hand and murmured, "Only by tempering myself in killing can I comprehend the way of the sword faster!

In this case, let me enjoy the pure killing!"

Immediately, Chen Feng held the broken sword in his hand, and the next moment, his ethereal sword technique was directly activated, like a series of afterimages, constantly shuttling through the crowd.

Puff puff...

The sound of weapons entering flesh continued to be heard.

I saw streams of blood splattering out!

"Ah~"

Screams, accompanied by the sound of weapons entering the body, echoed one after another.

Looking at Chen Feng on the other hand, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he was enjoying this feast of killing.

The feast of slaughter inspired him to fight. He held a broken sword in his hand, and moved swiftly among the crowd like a flash of lightning. Every time he swung his sword, there was a sharp, piercing sound, and blood bloomed around him like flowers.

His figure appeared and disappeared, dancing on the battlefield like a ghost. The enemies were simply unable to resist his ethereal sword skills. His sword shadow seemed to be real and unreal, and every swing was a deadly threat. Blood splattered around him, screams came one after another, mixed with the sound of weapons clashing, forming a cruel symphony of this dance of death.

Chen Feng was merciless, his eyes were cold and sharp, without any mercy. He enjoyed this feast of killing, and every kill made him feel the pleasure of battle and the surge of power. His figure was as sharp as a demon god, and as invincible as the Sword Demon Lord, making people feel absolute fear and awe in front of him.

In this feast of killing, Chen Feng showed his true sword realm. His sword moves were extremely sharp and as fast as lightning. Every strike was a fatal blow. He seemed to be the master of the battlefield, commanding the power of life and death, making all enemies tremble under his sword.

Chen Feng's killing spree was like a bloody hurricane, sweeping across the battlefield, leaving behind countless corpses and blood. His figure on the battlefield was as sharp as a demon god, as fast as a ghost, and as invincible as the Sword Demon Lord, shocking and frightening all the witnesses.

This is his stage, his territory, his feast of killing.

"Yes, that's the feeling. This is the real killing!"

At this moment, Chen Feng was extremely excited.

The killing in the killing field only means killing ten people. No matter whether the opponent is a Soul Sage or a Soul Emperor, he cannot pose any threat to him.

But now, these people are the real threat to him, after all, they are more in number.

Even Chen Feng could not be sure of being tricked by someone. Killing under the threat of death is the real killing, and only by doing so can one truly temper oneself!

kill!

Chen Feng began to kill non-stop, and he seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of killing.

People died one after another in his crazy slaughter.

His murderous intent grew stronger and stronger, and the murderous aura in his body became more and more intense.

He seemed to have turned into an evil ghost from hell, reaping people's lives and making people terrified!

When the last enemy fell to the ground, Chen Feng was the only one left here. The ground was littered with corpses, blood dyed the entire city red, and the entire killing field was filled with blood.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Chen Feng's face was indifferent. This is a battlefield, and those who kill will be killed!

Although he still looked handsome at this moment, he revealed endless murderous aura, like a Shura.

After killing more than a hundred masters above the soul master level, Chen Feng's body felt a little tired, but this tiredness did not stop him from moving forward.

Suddenly, his steps came to a halt because he felt a strong sense of crisis coming from behind.

He turned his head and saw a spear coming towards him with destructive power!

"Looking for death!" Chen Feng snorted coldly, and the next moment, a sword light shot out violently.

clang!

Only a sound of metal was heard, and Chen Feng's figure hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding the spear!

Then, he stomped his foot hard on the ground and his body flew into the air!

Then it landed on the roof.

Chen Feng looked in the direction of the attack, and then he saw people in black clothes standing on the roofs of the houses, surrounding Chen Feng.

All of these people are above the Soul Saint realm!

Chen Feng looked at them and said indifferently: "Are you managers?"