Chapter 511： One more year! Game 100! (three)

However, Wang Feng is not clear about the specific role of the field because it has not been tested yet.

Wang Feng remembered that Tang San had the Blue Silver Domain that the Blue Silver Emperor had, and he didn't know if he was awakened now.

The killing capital itself is also covered by a domain.

Wang Feng is not quite sure, the Dark Angel Martial Soul, what is the realm after the formation of these seven blood patterns?

But it should be very strong.

When the first blood pattern appeared, the enemies within the aura within 100 meters of the body would fall into a state of rage, their strength would decline, and their spirit would be out of control.

But it can be resisted, as long as the mind is calm, it will not be affected, so Wang Feng thinks this can only be regarded as a simple aura.

Can't really affect other people.

It's just an emotional influence, but human emotions can be avoided.

The real field is difficult.

In the two years of Slaughter City, Wang Feng has made great progress in cultivating Dark Angel Martial Soul and Xuan Ming Sting as his assistant!

Xuan Ming thorn can now control nearly 20 sharp blades, and the control range has also increased to about 80 meters.

And with increasing training, the progress is getting bigger and bigger.

However, Wang Feng felt that Xuan Ming's imperial weapon killed people, and it should be a hurdle at 100 meters.

In the dark, Wang Feng felt that his mental power might only be able to control such a long distance, and once it exceeded 100 meters, he might lose control completely.

This is not due to lack of mental power, but poor quality.

As Wang Feng, who has a large amount of knowledge reserves, probably guessed that this might require condensing his huge mental power.

However, Wang Feng was a little confused about the specific method.

Mental power is not soul power, and it doesn't even have a basic cultivation method. It grows entirely on its own, let alone shrinks.

If Wang Feng had no meteors and tears, he would not be able to compress and purify his soul power. It's impossible for mental power to use meteor tears...

"I don't know what happened to Xiao San and Hu Liena."

Wang Feng frowned slightly.

The last game will be arranged for a long time, and there has been no movement for more than half a month.

The more than 20 games in the back, the more you get to the back, the longer the preparation time, and there are only two or three games a month, or even one game a month.

Wang Feng remembered the 95th game.

Tang San walked violently, he was obviously on the verge of reaching the limit, but fortunately he managed it in time.

Hu Liena is similar.

According to Wang Feng's calculations, the number of people who died in the hands of the two men might be as high as tens of thousands.

Perhaps this is not a huge number for Slaughter City, but for any soul master, it is a very terrifying number.

Wang Feng uses Xuanming thorns to solve more...

Normal people, if you kill a hundred people, you will probably have serious sequelae.

As a soul master, he has stronger mental power and can kill thousands of people.

But tens of thousands of people, even with Tang San and Hu Liena being special, it was difficult to bear.

‘The method of the King of Slaughter is effective. ’

Wang Feng thought secretly.

Why are few people able to survive a hundred games?

Strength is one aspect, it is more difficult to control this killing intent!

Even if you stay in the killing capital, if you don't kill people often, you will be infected by the breath here and gradually lose yourself!

Not to mention those strong men with countless lives in their hands. The more you kill and the stronger the killing intent, the easier it is to be backlashed.

Why does the White Grim Reaper make countless women in the inner city crazy?

The biggest reason is that the white-clothed death **** has so far, and the breath on his body is extremely pure, making him crazy.

In the city of killing, the pure breath of Wang Feng's body attracted not only women but also many powerful people.

It is useless no matter how Wang Feng condenses his breath.

His body after being tempered by Honglian is almost natural, and it is impossible to converge.

This is also the result of Wang Feng wrapping himself all together. If Wang Feng unmasks his mask and reveals a little appearance, I am afraid that Wang Feng suspects that he will go out, and these people will rush forward directly.

Hey, people are so handsome.

What's more, he was willing to be a slave and a maid, willing to stay by Wang Feng's side and act as a slave. The purpose is to get closer to Wang Feng, so that the pure breath of Wang Feng's body can suppress the boiling killing intent in his body.

Of course Wang Feng refused.

Just kidding, he who owns the Xuanming thorn does not need any slaves at all.

In fact, there is another way to calm down these people who can't restrain the killing intention.

That is Bloody Mary.

Human blood.

As long as you drink this blood type Mary, you can slightly suppress the killing intent in your body, but this thing is a poison. The more you drink, the more addictive you are, and you can't do without it. Wang Feng can roughly guess the result of this situation.

Neither Tang San nor Hu Liena drank it.

Because the two also saw the clues. Knowing that after drinking this kind of thing, I'm afraid I can't give it up, and it will be more troublesome then.

"Today seems to be the last one, right?"

Wang Feng thought quietly.

He walked out the door, still decayed in the air.

White clothes come out of dust, and the air is like clear light.

The short blade formed by Xuanming thorns surrounds it.

When he first left the house, several men and women ran up, kneeling more than ten meters away, their whole body still trembling slightly, and their eyes were full of red.

"Reaper in white... please accept us... everything in the killing capital we are willing to listen to you! As long as you let us stay by your side for three meters...no, five meters away Row!"

The eyes of a few people are full of desire.

These people have lived in the killing capital for more than ten years, and are on the verge of collapse. Simply indulging in pleasure, it can no longer alleviate the killing intent in their bodies. Bloody Mary didn't know how much she drank, and the effect was minimal.

Wang Feng didn't even look at them.

He didn't know how many such things would happen every day.

After Wang Feng left, the panting of those people became violent, and then roared like wild beasts, they started fighting directly in the street, and finally fell to the ground...

This is the final fate of the fallen of the Slaughter City.

Even if they can avoid being killed by others, they can't escape this result.

Came to the killing fields of hell.

Before entering the door, many spectators rushed out of it with fear.

As soon as he entered, Wang Feng frowned!

Strong **** breath!

Inside the killing fields of hell.

Tang San and Hu Liena, like two ghost figures, were killing wildly inside!

In their eyes, it was pure blood red, and the killing aura on their bodies had long been condensed into substance, and they almost killed people when they saw it.

The two did not meet, because the killing field was huge and there were many people.

In the killing fields, screams and screams kept ringing.

Many of them were spectators on the audience stage who just came to watch, but at this time they were brutally attacked by two!

Wang Feng took a look and knew that the two men must have just finished the game, and the killing intent was completely out of control.

Wang Feng didn't know how many people were killed by these two people in the killing capital in the original work, but they certainly did not kill as many people as they are now.

Tens of thousands, this is no joke!

(End of this chapter)