Douluo: I Am Feng Xiaotian

"Look, the silver-faced Shura has appeared again. I have watched his battles before. He is really a crushing existence." Someone said.

The spectators around seemed to be fans of Feng Xiaotian, shouting the title of Silver Face Shura.

"Start"

The nine people rushed forward, and Feng Xiaotian unhurriedly took out the heavy saber. After the situation of the nine people came up, he had figured out the situation clearly.

Six soul kings, three soul sects, the strength is in the killing capital, and it can be regarded as the middle and lower class.

In the battle, the gravity of six hundred catties is one hundred catties heavier than Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, plus Feng Xiaotian's super strength.

With a wave of the saber, a soul king and a soul sect were harvested on the spot.

With just one move, they killed both of them.

The other eight people took two steps back at the same time.

"Go ahead, anyway, they are all dead. Kill him, let alone live, at least one of us will have a chance to survive." One of the women said loudly.

After the woman finished speaking, the eight of them cheered up again and began to attack Feng Xiaotian.

But the result was still the same, with the blessing of Feng Xiaotian's soul power, his strength became even stronger.

With Feng Xiaotian as the center, people kept flying out, some even flying out in pieces.

In 1 minute, all rescuers were killed.

After the end, Feng Xiaotian also began to absorb soul power, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, although less is better than nothing.

He didn't want to use the second martial soul in the regional killing field, the time was not yet.

It was another easy battle. After Feng Xiaotian's battle was over, he came to the registration office again and said, "Sign me up for another fight."

"What? Are you sure you need to sign up for another round?" The staff of Slaughter Capital were all stunned. After so many years of working in the industry, it is difficult to meet someone who signs up twice a day.

"Are you sure?" Feng Xiaotian affirmed.

"You want it. Since the records of the killing fields in Hell, there are a total of 630 people who dared to sign up for two games a day, and less than 50 of them survived. That is to say, the survival rate is less than [-]%. Would you like it?" the staff continued.

"Go on." Feng Xiaotian said.

"Okay then, I'll sign up for you, and you're the one going to this one." The staff member said.

Feng Xiaotian continued to play, this time nine people besieged him alone.

Much better than the last one, with two soul emperors, five soul kings, and two soul sects.

Still proceeding in the same way, another one minute to resolve the battle, Feng Xiaotian's saber plus his own strength is just as strong.

There is no enemy in one strike, as long as the opponent is not Contra, Feng Xiaotian is not afraid, even the soul saint Feng Xiaotian is fine, if one strike fails, then two strikes, anyway, there is a way to deal with it.

After 1 minute, Feng Xiaotian did not challenge immediately, but began to rest in a corner, about half an hour later.

Feng Xiaotian came to the registration office again and registered three times a day.

This time the staff member didn't dare to ask again, he was also afraid of offending the silver-faced Shura in front of him.

Five hours later, Feng Xiaotian left the regional killing field.

Since then, a legend has been left in the regional killing field.

Eight battles were fought in one day, and all were victorious. The sword killed 72 people, including 28 soul saints, 21 soul emperors, [-] soul kings and ten soul sects.

Therefore, the silver-faced Shura got another title, the silver-faced Shura Emperor, not a king, but an emperor. He created a legend.

When Feng Xiaotian came out of the regional killing field, Feng Xiaotian limped and lifted the knife reluctantly, as if he was exhausted.

After so many battles, he relied entirely on his physical strength, and of course he also used his soul power, but he had auxiliary medicines.

When he came out of the regional killing field, he had walked less than two kilometers.

There were at least 100 people, coming from different directions.

It seems that their target is themselves, Feng Xiaotian pursed his lips and smiled, so many people came to give gifts, it seems that Sanfeng can have a delicious meal again today.

"Come on, kill the silver-faced Asura Emperor, he is exhausted now, it's a good time." A deep voice sounded, and 100 people rushed forward.

The capital of killing, the deepest part.

"The great King of Slaughter, that silver-faced Shura actually signed up for eight fights a day in the Regional Slaughter Field, and won all of them." Said a glamorous woman wearing a black veil.

"The one who sent it? I remember that it's been less than a month." The Slaughter King said.

"Yes, he has won sixteen games in a row. And when he left the killing field, he pretended to be exhausted. As a result, hundreds of people surrounded him, and within 10 minutes, all of them were killed by him. And his soul power is only a level 100 soul king." said the glamorous woman in black yarn.

Chapter 370 Five Years and a Half

The Slaughter King picked up a glass of Bloody Mary and drank it down, saying, "Interesting, there hasn't been such an interesting person in the Slaughter City for a long time."

"The great King of Slaughter, after that silver-faced Shura killed a hundred or so people, he released another Martial Spirit, and it's still that kind of physical Martial Spirit." The woman in black yarn said again.

"Twin Martial Souls? No wonder they were sent in by that person. If you have nothing to do, go down and continue to observe." The King of Slaughter said.

After hearing this, the woman in black gauze didn't have the slightest intention to leave.

"Is there anything else you want?" the King of Slaughter asked.

"That kid's second martial soul has another special feature. I'm afraid his martial soul will bring disaster to our killing capital." The woman in black yarn said.