Chapter 503： 1 year later! (three) (1/2)

Because every game, or siege, Wang Feng is like a **** of death, harvesting his life quietly, without any exception.

The sixty-meter range of Wang Feng's whole body is also called the white hell!

In 72 games, no one can rush through the white **** and really attack Wang Feng!

Therefore, in the killing fields of hell, as the year passed, this statement spread: as long as you can pass through this white hell, you can defeat the white death god!

During this year, Wang Feng actually lived very comfortably...compared to the extreme north.

A spirit master who can't use spirit abilities is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables for him.

”I work hard to cultivate, isn't it just to abuse the enemy like this? Isn't it just for the pleasure of crushing the opponent?”

Wang Feng thought in his heart, ”The key is that I can still practice.”

Especially in the killing capital, there is no burden.

There is basically no need for any wit! Because there is no chance of wit! The lack of soul skills is to rely on level A and various killing techniques.

But even after this year of killing.

The breath on Wang Feng's body still hasn't changed much!

It stands to reason that after killing so many people, after so many matches, plus the long-term expectation in the inner city, there will always be various murderous and hostile spirits.

Temperament will become colder and bloodthirsty.

But Wang Feng didn't change anything. He wore a moonlight white robe, as if he were a lone guest, and he seemed incompatible with the City of Killing.

This is also one of the reasons why Wang Feng is known as the White Death God.

The gods of death are mostly wearing black robes in legends, appearing cold and solitary, exuding the breath of death.

The White Grim Reaper is different. He stands there, immaculately dusty, like a god-man in the world, but fascinated countless people in the inner city!

That elegant posture, that terrifying strength, that aloof temperament...

It was like a potent medicine, stimulating countless women in the inner city.

In this inner city world full of fallen people, the **** of death in white is too unique, such a strange power has never appeared in the city of killing!

But Wang Feng did know the reason.

The murderous hostility he invaded was all absorbed by the Dark Angel Martial Spirit.

In addition to his current physique, he would not be affected by the Slaughter Capital at all. As long as the Dark Angel Martial Soul was not possessed, he would not have any changes.

On this day, Wang Feng went out again.

With his strength and status, living in is naturally an excellent house. However, two sharp blades composed of Xuanming thorns have been hanging outside the door, always guarding the door.

No way, too many people are sent to die every day, especially at night.

Many women in the inner city wanted to kiss Fangze and spend the spring evening with him, the **** of death in white clothes. At the beginning of the night, they stood outside Wang Feng's house, eagerly looking forward, and even rushed in directly.

Wang Feng was not clean in his cultivation, and then controlled the sharp blade composed of Xuanming thorns and placed it outside the door.

Who dares to take a step forward and die directly!

What a joke, even among these women, there may be some cleaners. But is Wang Feng that kind of person?

Obviously not!

So just prevent two Xuanming thorns outside the door as a deterrent, whoever will die.

Take care of your men and women.

Walking out of the door, the smell of decay and corruption in the inner city did not disappear.

The number of visitors to the Slaughter City has not decreased because of this, because all kinds of crimes on the mainland will not be cut off.

A familiar pleasant sound came from my ear.

Wang Feng smiled. Although he covered his eyes with a mask, he couldn't see clearly. But I can more clearly perceive the live erotica that is performed every day.

It’s no different from looking with both eyes, even more clearly...