Starting from Douluo, check out Tang San

"King, if you find an opportunity, would you like to personally kill this God of Death in white?"

The gorgeous girl whispered, "Otherwise, if this continues, forget about King Shura and the Messenger of Hell. If there is another Death in White, the road to hell will really be broken by them... Or, we will arrange King Shura and the Messenger of Hell. Give it to the God of Death in white and let them kill each other?”

Just after he finished speaking, the King of Slaughter snorted coldly.

But the gorgeous girl seemed to have been hit hard, she groaned and fell directly to the ground.

"Those two people can't touch! Do you want the Killing City to be bloodbathed by the two gods of death? We have already violated the rules of the Hell Killing Fields by arranging the Shadowless Assassins. It would be too obvious if we deliberately arrange King Shura and the Messenger of Hell. !”

The cold voice of the King of Slaughter came slowly.

"King, you are the rules of the Killing City... You can change any rules..."

The gorgeous girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and whispered.

The King of Slaughter slowly shook his head: "No, let them win the defeat! By then, they will not be able to bear the insanity caused by too much killing! In the hundredth game, they will go crazy directly Even if they don’t go crazy, they still can’t go through this hell road!”

"Since the birth of the last God of Death, the road to hell has been strengthened many times! The possibility of passing it has been infinitely zero!"

"This is God's will!"

Hearing this, the gorgeous girl was stunned, suddenly feeling curious.

Hell Road is the biggest secret of the Killing City.

No one except the King of Slaughter will know where this place is, and no one knows the horrors of Hell Road.

At this time, hearing the great king say this... the beautiful girl was vaguely expecting that these three people could pass a hundred victories, win the championship of the killing field and then enter the road to hell...

Time passed slowly.

Another day of competition.

It was already the eighty-second game, and a few months had passed. Wang Feng slowly walked out of the killing field of hell.

It's interesting to say that since the 72nd game that day, the number of people who came to besiege him has not decreased at all.

On the contrary, there are more.

There are at least fifty people in each battle, fighting one after another, fearless of death.

It was as if he was about to be killed by Wang Feng.

This strange behavior probably made Wang Feng guess something.

Looking at the many thugs pouring out of the street, Wang Feng shook his head. It only took a few minutes to kill these people.

A pool of blood rolled on the ground, and Wang Feng suddenly looked to the other side.

I saw Tang San also standing in the distance, half-supported on the side of the street. All around him were corpses. If I counted them carefully, there were probably only a few dozen.

Tang San was not hurt in any way, but at this moment his eyes were red, murderous intent lingered all over his body, and he was breathing heavily.

He stumbled out.

"People have killed too many, and the murderous intention has seeped into the spirit."

Wang Feng frowned slightly.

Not only him, it seemed that Tang San and Hu Liena would also be surrounded and killed.

And after every game, there will be many people surrounding and killing them.

Even though they knew they were so strong, their numbers did not decrease. The consequence of this is that the more people they kill, the more nervous they become!

Once one day you can no longer hold on, your whole person will most likely be controlled by murderous intent and turn into a confused killing machine!

There should be intentional control.

Wang Feng felt a little chilled in his heart.

No one wants to die, let alone rush towards them so bravely!

Not long after Tang San left, Wang Feng indeed saw Hu Liena, who was being surrounded by dozens of people, probably fifty or sixty of them.

Over the past year or so, Hu Liena's level has been approaching level 60.

The strength has indeed become stronger. But Hu Liena wasn't much better than Tang San.

Wang Feng stayed at the entrance of the Hell Killing Fields for a while and saw Hu Liena killing all those people. Her method of killing was also extremely simple. She used charm and a short blade to directly kill the enemy.

After the killing, Hu Liena squatted directly on the ground, holding one hand in the pool of blood, breathing heavily, and her eyes were extremely red.

His whole body was still trembling slightly.

The solid murderous aura was like black mist, lingering around her.

"At least thousands of people have been killed!"

Wang Feng frowned secretly.

Because Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor and obtained the skull, his mental power was enhanced, so he was able to hold on forever.

The same is true for Hu Liena. Xing Xing's skull, coupled with the mutated martial soul, makes Hu Liena's mental power very strong, and she should be able to talk to the consciousness of Xing Xing in the skull to slow down these murderous intentions. But even so, every subsequent game will be a test.

"The King of Slaughter should have done this on purpose."

Wang Feng thought.

Obviously, the King of Slaughter wanted the three of them to be controlled by the killing intent and not be able to complete a hundred games in the end.

Even the two killing gods behind Tang San and Hu Liena couldn't find any excuse for this method, because they came to the killing city just to kill. If you can't bear the killing intention, you can only blame their will. and mentally weak.

The King of Slaughter did not directly kill them, but wanted to let them die here.

Wang Feng naturally had no influence. But if this continues, even if Tang San and Hu Liena have extremely strong mental powers and possess skulls, they may not be able to hold on.

People have limits.

"Let's see later."

Wang Feng frowned slightly, "Xiao San also practices Xuantian Kung Fu, which is considered a righteous technique at least. His internal power is also very different from that of a soul master."

Thinking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

His soul power was tempered and compressed by Meteor Tears. The quality of his soul power was extremely high, but Wang Feng didn't know what other functions it had.

Soul power generally has a lot to do with the soul master's martial soul and person.

Soul masters with twin martial souls generally have two different soul power attributes in their bodies, so they cannot be used at the same time. The two soul power attributes will conflict with the body. If used at the same time, it is easy for the soul master to be in two kinds of situations. Under the impact of the soul power attribute, his body exploded and died.

This is probably the reason why Wuhun can only use one soul skill.

In this way, another year passed.

It has been two years since Wang Feng came to the Killing City.

The number of wins also came to ninety-nine.

Over the past year, Wang Feng's soul power level has increased by two levels, reaching level fifty-seven, and the last blood streak of the Dark Angel's martial soul has not yet appeared.

Six have emerged.

But the last one has always been impossible to condense.

According to the different abilities of each blood stripe, Wang Feng knew that if he used the Dark Angel Martial Spirit at this time, a real domain might be formed around him!

This kind of field is not the field brought by the ninth soul skill of ordinary titled Douluo.

It is the domain that comes with the martial spirit.

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