Start with Douluo: Martial Soul is a Light

"Hehe, boy, you don't want to fight with Laozi, right?"

The strong man who was stared at by Wang Feng smiled coldly when he saw Wang Feng coming.

Then a big hammer appeared in his hand, and as soon as he stopped, a bang sounded, and a small pit was smashed into the ground.

From this, it can be seen that the weight of this hammer is really not ordinary.

"It's him, the Hammer maniac who won fourteen games in the Killing Field. I heard that his Hammer spirit is comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer? Brag."

"Why are you bragging? In my opinion, the Clear Sky Hammer is a hammer, and the iron hammer is also a hammer. Except for the quality of the spirit rings, there is basically no difference between the two. They are just hammers."

"Listening to Xiongtai's analysis, I think it makes sense."

"Isn't it! Both are hammers. Is there a difference between hammers?"

"Well, but this newcomer who just came in dares to provoke the madman with the hammer, he really doesn't know whether to live or die."

The surrounding discussions looked at Wang Feng, who provoked the madman with the hammer, as if he saw the fate of Wang Feng and others who would splatter blood.

The gothic woman didn't say anything, after all, she said it all.

When Wang Feng came to the strong man, he didn't do it the first time, but looked at him curiously.

He heard the conversations of the people around him, and he was also very curious about the hammer of the hammer maniac.

"Is it a madman with an iron hammer? Is your iron hammer really comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Wang Feng asked mockingly.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die. I'm not afraid to tell you, even the Clear Sky Hammer will be smashed to pieces under the hammer of Lao Tzu." After the strong man sneered, he looked at Wang Feng and sneered.

"Really? Then I'll try to see if your hammer is really that powerful."

"Since you want to court death, then I will do it..."

You haven't said the word yet, the Hammer Maniac doesn't talk about martial arts, and takes the lead.

There are no rules in the capital of killing, and it is normal to kill and be killed.

When the people around saw the Hammer Maniac and the newcomer Wang Feng, they watched with interest.

Hu~

The huge hammer roared,

It was as if he was carrying a thousand strength and smashed it head-on towards Wang Feng.

hum~

Wang Feng stood on the spot and was not afraid, only to see a soul force in his hand spinning rapidly, and then a spiral ball with pitch black lightning formed in his hand.

The people watching on the side thought that Wang Feng was so scared that he didn't even dare to move, and they all laughed.

When the gothic woman saw that the high-speed spinning soul power ball in Wang Feng's hand still had the ability to flash around with pitch-black lightning, she seemed to have seen the result.

Just as the hammer was approaching, Wang Feng murmured: "Thunder... Spiral bullet."

As soon as the sound fell, the black lightning flashing spiral bullet in his hand struck the hammer in front of him.

boom!

A roar sounded.

Click click! !

The hammer shattered instantly, and at the same time, with a bang, a figure was knocked flying and smashed to the ground.

"Don't mention it, this hammer is as hard as the Clear Sky Hammer."

Wang Feng said lightly, walked to the madman with the hammer, his soul power condensed at his fingertips, and a green light flashed.

With a puff sound, the head of the madman with the hammer was directly penetrated, and the dead can no longer die.

Wang Feng picked up the spoils that belonged to him and came to the Gothic woman, and said lightly, "You can go."

"Please come with me." The gothic woman smiled and walked towards the killing field.

The people watching around saw Wang Feng coming, looking at the hammer madman with a blossoming head, and they all moved out of the way.

The registration process was smooth, and the next battle in the killing field was Wang Feng's battle.

Wang Feng also knew about the rules of the killing field. Ten people can only survive one person at a time. As long as they win one game, they can absorb the soul power of the other six people and increase their own soul power. However, according to Wang Feng's knowledge, the soul power of the other nine people was basically absorbed by the killing field, and the one who was victorious could absorb very little soul power.

According to Wang Feng's guess, the soul power absorbed by the Slaughter Field eventually went there, and it should be absorbed by the King of Slaughter, the master of the Slaughter City, to restore his strength.

And there is only one way to enter Hell Road through the killing field, and that is to complete a hundred killing field battles.

At present, according to Wang Feng's knowledge, there are only three or two people who can really complete a hundred killing fields.

This battle in the killing field was faster than Wang Feng imagined, and it was his turn soon.

When I walked to the killing field, I looked at the other nine people. I didn't know if it was the influence of the killing capital. Five of the nine people who came on were bald men, either with hammers or big knives in their hands. There are one or two weapons.

"Killing...start." At this time, the staff gave an order, and the other nine people searched for the target.

As a newcomer, Wang Feng was the first to be found, and more than one person found him.

"Boy, I heard that you killed the Hammer Maniac, isn't your strength good? But today you met my Furnace Melter, and that's the end of it."

The gloomy man looked at Wang Feng with a sneer, then suddenly released his martial spirit, and an iron stove burning with raging fire appeared in his hands.

The Slaughter Capital did not prohibit everything except for the banning of soul skills.

Weapons, hidden weapons, martial spirits, all can be used.

"The Furnace, isn't he the nemesis of the self-proclaimed Hammer Maniac?"

"No, he seems to claim to be the nemesis of all weapons and spirits."

"I heard that he has won more than 30 games, and this newcomer is afraid that there are more bad luck than good luck."

The sound of discussions around the killing field was heard in Wang Feng's ears, and Wang Feng looked at the man with the furnace spirit with interest.

Not to mention, if this man with the furnace spirit grows up, the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Killing Sword, and the weapon spirit might not be enough to see in front of him.

However, he didn't have this chance.

I saw the melting furnace martial arts man sacrificed his martial arts and attacked Wang Feng.

As soon as the spirit of the furnace came out, a raging fire ignited, and when he turned his hand, he had to cover Wang Feng from the sky into the furnace to burn and smelt it, turning it into a pool of blood.

It is a pity that the strength of the Furnace Martial Soul Man is only the Soul King, and he is like an ant in front of Wang Feng.

call out!

The green light on Wang Feng's body flashed, and his figure flashed out of the furnace shrouded area, and then appeared in front of the furnace spirit man.

"Go to hell."

The cold voice sounded, and the green light in Wang Feng's hand was dyed with a layer of pitch-black lightning, and it struck the heart of the man with the furnace spirit precisely.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the furnace disappeared, and a figure flew out and crashed to the ground.

Then the soul power from his body continued to flow down the killing field, and part of it flowed to Wang Feng.

This change surprised everyone watching, and everyone on the killing field stopped to look at Wang Feng.

They knew the strength of the Furnace Spirit Man. Now that this newcomer could easily kill the Furnace Spirit Man, the eight of them did not hesitate to target Wang Feng.

"Come on, kill him first."

"The wind dances wildly."

"Kill the Quartet."

Wang Feng sneered when he saw the remaining eight people attacking him.

"Exactly, save me to solve them one by one."

hum~

A green light flashed, and then a long knife gradually condensed in Wang Feng's hand.

"What's the matter, why is he able to use soul skills? Isn't Soul Skills banned in Slaughter City?"

"The Slaughter City does ban soul skills, but if you create your own soul skills, you can use them."

"Create your own soul skills."

When they saw the sword condensed by Wang Feng, everyone watching the game was surprised and talked a lot.

But the gothic woman on the sidelines laughed indifferently when she saw Wang Feng using the soul-creating skill.

Wang Feng stared at the eight people who were attacking him, holding a long sword and dancing a sword flower. Then he held his breath, and at the moment when the eight people attacked, his eyes opened, and a sharp breath was projected from his eyes, and at the same time, the shining cold light converged on the long knife.

"Dark night fierce light... cut."

As soon as the word chop sounded, a green arc slash that cut through the darkness came out of Wang Feng's hand.

"what is this!"

"Damn, I can't move."

"This...."

The faces of the eight people who attacked changed greatly at the moment when the arc-shaped slash flew, and the whole person seemed to be stared at by the god of death, and their bodies were stiff and unable to move.

puff! !

puff! !

Blood splattered on the killing field, and when everyone watching saw the frozen eight people, the eldest brother's eyes widened in disbelief.

thump! ! !

In the next second, the eight corpses collapsed, and the dead could no longer die.

"It's... true and false."

"What a powerful... attack... killed eight people at once..."

"Is he really a newcomer?"

When the audience was amazed, the gothic woman was also a little surprised by Wang Feng's strength.

Self-created soul skills, powerful slashes, all of which prove his extraordinaryness.

"Looks like it's going to be windy in Killing." The gothic woman chuckled lightly.

At this time, Wang Feng felt a little strange when he felt the soul power transmitted to him from the killing field.

These soul powers seem to have been purified, very pure, and when they flow into his body, his strength has improved a lot.

But one thing that made Wang Feng unhappy was that he couldn't resist the Slaughter Field gathering his soul power on him.

When walking down the killing field, the gothic woman walked over, "Mr. 3515, I have arranged a place for you, please come with me."

"Okay." Wang Feng didn't refuse, he followed the gothic woman and left.

If there were one hundred killing games every day, he would have to stay in the killing capital for at least three months. And sometimes there are no games, so he'll stay longer.

Rest, and a place to practice cultivation is naturally necessary.

Soon, Wang Feng checked into a nice hotel under the arrangement of the gothic woman.

The gothic woman left the hotel after explaining some things to Wang Feng.

After a short rest, Wang Feng came to the inner city to stroll around.

At this time, a tall figure appeared in Wang Feng's eyes.

That's where the Slaughter King lives.

The Slaughter King does not usually appear, except in special circumstances or when passing through the Killing Fields.

It takes time and time for Wang Feng to understand the King of Slaughter.

After visiting the inner city again, Wang Feng returned to the hotel to practice.

Now that he is level 68, the few months in the capital of slaughter have been enough for him to cultivate and improve his strength. And with the pure soul power feedback from the killing field, it would not be a problem for him to upgrade to level 70.

After a night of silence, Wang Feng came to the killing field to sign up for the competition at noon the next day.

The story of Wang Feng beheading eight people with one knife yesterday has long spread in the capital of slaughter.

Now that Wang Feng came to sign up, some timid contestants were terrified.

However, the other desperadoes didn't care, and they let go of their cruel words and would take Wang Feng's life.