Chapter 505： The calculation of imperial weapons! (Fives) (1/2)

On the field.

Ten people are ready, standing scattered on the stage.

Wang Feng also sensed the shadowless assassin.

Very recognizable.

Through perception, Wang Feng perceives the person with the weakest breath. He is dressed in black and his face is a little pale.

Known as the Shadowless Assassin, then the person with the weakest breath should be him.

The breath is indeed very weak, and with Wang Feng's current perception, he can only feel a breath.

In addition, the remaining nine people are all soul kings above level sixty, and there are two soul saints.

That shadowless assassin is one of the two soul saints.

'Oh? The soul saint of sensitive attack type? ’

Wang Feng was slightly surprised.

The soul saint of the general agile attack system, even if they don't use soul skills, only use soul power, their body speed will be very strong!

This type is generally strong in the same level!

As the saying goes!

Without spirit skills, everyone fights hand-to-hand, and the faster you speed, you naturally have no choice.

Wang Feng's imperial weapon is the same for killing people.

Driven by spiritual thoughts, it was no slower than the speed he could throw directly.

And because of the mental control, it is extremely flexible, and the speed will not slow down! Unlike using spirit control, it is troublesome to control the arrow to turn around!

But it is not inevitable. In fact, the soul saint of the sensitive attack system can evade.

At the beginning of the siege of the three hundred people, there were one or two soul saints of the sensitive attack system, and they took the opportunity to avoid the flying blade formed by Wang Feng's Xuanming thorn to strangle the large formation.

It was because they dodged most of the attacks and rushed through the white hell, barely able to get close to Wang Feng.

But unfortunately, I didn't persist to the end.

‘Just a Soul Sage of the agile attack system, what threat can it pose to me? ’

Wang Feng said in his heart, ‘should there be something special? ’

At this time, the game begins!

At the beginning of the game, the other nine people, except for the moment of comfort Wuying, all rushed towards Wang Feng.

The few people who dared to participate in the match with the white death **** were obviously extraordinary in strength. Among them, some of them only heard the name, but were not convinced, and wanted to kill the white death **** in exchange for this smashing reputation.

There are also those who are interested in killing and want to kill the strong.

Those who can get to this point have gone through dozens of victories, and come to participate in the competition more to vent their desire to kill.

As the strong, killing the weak is completely impossible for them.

Need to slaughter more powerful people! Only then can they satisfy their desire to kill, so the first target is naturally the strongest white death god!

However, these people are strong.

But in front of Wang Feng, it was still not enough.

After more than three years of continuous training on Xuanming thorns, Wang Feng's current imperial weapon killing strength, even a 70th-level soul sage, of course, can't use the spirit ability state, and can achieve the effect of spike!

Even the 80th-level Spirit Douluo is in danger of losing his life under the merciless attack of the ten-handled Xuanming thorn.

The white **** is not blown out by the people in the inner city!

I saw ten pitch-black sharp blades less than half a meter away, flying out of Wang Feng quickly, and then spinning in mid-air!