The strong man who was targeted by Wang Feng smiled coldly when he saw Wang Feng approaching.
Then a big hammer appeared in his hand, and as soon as he stopped, there was a bang, and a small crater was made on the ground.
It can be seen from this that the weight of this hammer is really not ordinary.
"It's him, the hammer madman who won fourteen games in the Killing Fields. I heard that his hammer spirit is comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Compared 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. Apart from the different quality of the soul rings, there is basically no difference between the two. They are both just hammers."
"After listening to Xiongtai's analysis, I think it makes sense."
"That's right! Both are hammers. Is there any difference between them?"
"Yeah, but this newcomer who just came in dares to challenge the Hammer Madman. He really doesn't want to live or die."
There was a lot of discussion around Wang Feng, who was provoking the Hammer Madman, and his eyes seemed to see Wang Feng's blood-spattered end.
The gothic woman didn't say anything else. After all, she had already said everything she needed to say.
When Wang Feng came to the strong man, he did not take action immediately, but looked at the man curiously.
He heard the conversations of the people around him, and he was also quite curious about the Hammer Maniac's hammer.
"Are you a hammer maniac? Is your hammer really comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer?" Wang Feng asked teasingly.
"Huh, you are a reckless boy. I'm not afraid to tell you that even the Clear Sky Hammer will be smashed to pieces under my iron hammer." The strong man sneered, then looked at Wang Feng and sneered.
"Really? Then I want to try to see if your hammer is really that powerful."
"Since you want to die, I will make it happen."
Before you even uttered a word, the Hammer Madman took the lead without respecting martial ethics.
There are no rules in the killing city, killing and being killed are commonplace.
When the people around saw the Hammer Maniac and newcomer Wang Feng taking action, they watched with interest.
Phew~
The huge hammer roared towards Wang Feng, as if carrying a huge force, it hit him head on.
Buzz~
Wang Feng stood there with no fear, and saw a soul power spinning rapidly in his hand, and then a spiral ball with dark thunder and lightning formed in his hand.
The people watching on the side thought that Wang Feng was too frightened to even move, so they all started laughing.
When the gothic woman saw that the high-speed rotating soul power ball in Wang Feng's hand was also capable of flashing around with dark thunder and lightning, she seemed to have seen the result.
Just when the hammer came, Wang Feng groaned softly: "Thunder...spiral bullet."
As soon as the voice fell, the spiral bullet surrounded by flashing black thunder and lightning in his hand hit the hammer in front of him.
boom!
A roar sounded.
Click click click!!
The hammer shattered instantly, and with a bang, a figure was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground.
"Not to mention, this hammer is extremely hard, comparable to the Clear Sky Hammer."
Wang Feng said lightly, walked up to the Hammer Madman, his soul power condensed on his fingertips, and a green light flashed out.
There was a pop sound, and the Hammer Madman's head was penetrated directly, and he could not die anymore.
Wang Feng picked up his trophies and came to the gothic woman, saying calmly: "You can go."
"Please follow me." The Gothic woman smiled and walked towards the killing field.
When the people watching around saw Wang Feng approaching, they looked at the hammer maniac with a blooming head and stepped out of the way.
The registration process went smoothly, and the next battle in the killing field was Wang Feng's battle.
Wang Feng also understood the rules of the killing field. Only one of ten people can survive in a game. As long as he wins a game, he can absorb the soul power of the other six people to increase his own soul power. However, according to Wang Feng's understanding, the other nine people can survive.
The soul power of the person is basically absorbed by the killing place, and the victorious person can absorb very little soul power.
According to Wang Feng's guess, where the soul power absorbed by the Killing Fields ended up was, it should have been absorbed by the King of Killing, the ruler of the Killing City, to restore its strength.
There is only one way to enter the road to hell through the Killing Fields, and that is to complete one hundred Killing Fields battles.
Currently, as far as Wang Feng knows, there are only a few or two people who can actually complete a hundred killing fields.
This battle in the killing field went faster than Wang Feng imagined, and it was his turn soon.
When I walked onto the killing field, I looked at the other nine people. I don’t know if it was the influence of the killing city. Five of the nine people on the field were bald men, either holding a hammer or a big knife in their hands. Each of them had at least one
There are one or two weapons.
"The killing begins." At this time, the staff gave the order, and the other nine people started looking for the target.
As a newcomer, Wang Feng was the first to be approached, and more than one person approached him.
"Boy, I heard that you killed the Hammer Madman, you are pretty good, right? But today you met me, the Melter, and that's the end of it."
The cold man looked at Wang Feng and sneered, then his martial spirit was suddenly released, and an iron furnace burning with blazing fire appeared in his hand.
Except for the forbidden soul skills, nothing else is prohibited in the Killing City.
Weapons, hidden weapons, and martial arts spirits can all be used.
"Forgeman, isn't he the self-proclaimed nemesis of the Hammer Madman?"
"No, he seems to claim to be the nemesis of all weapon spirits."
"I heard that he has won more than 30 games. I'm afraid this newcomer will be in trouble."
The buzz around the killing field reached Wang Feng's ears, and Wang Feng looked at the man with the furnace spirit with interest.
Not to mention, if this man of the Forge Spirit grows up, the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Killing Sword, and the Weapon Spirit may not be enough for him.
However, he didn't have this chance.
I saw the man from the melting furnace martial spirit sacrificing his martial spirit and attacking Wang Feng.
As soon as the furnace martial spirit came out, a raging fire ignited, and with a flip of his hand, Wang Feng was enveloped from the sky into the furnace, burned and smelted, and turned into a pool of blood.
It's a pity that the Furnace Martial Soul man is only a Soul King, and he is like an ant in front of Wang Feng.
call out!
The green light on Wang Feng's body lit up, and he flashed out of the area covered by the furnace, and then appeared in front of the man with the furnace spirit.
"You can go die."
A cold voice sounded, and the green light in Wang Feng's hand was dyed with a layer of dark thunder and lightning, and it hit the heart of the man with the furnace martial spirit accurately.
Bang!
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 shocked everyone watching, and people on the killing field stopped and looked at Wang Feng.
They knew very well how strong the man from the Furnace Spirit was, and now that this newcomer could easily kill the man from the Furnace Spirit, the eight of them targeted Wang Feng without hesitation.
"Go ahead, kill him first."
"The wind is dancing wildly."
"Kill all directions."
Wang Feng sneered when he saw the remaining eight people attacking him.
"It's just right. I'll solve it one by one."
Buzz~
A green light flashed, and then a long knife gradually condensed in Wang Feng's hand.
"What's going on? Why can he use soul skills? Aren't soul skills banned in the Killing City?"
"It is true that soul skills are prohibited in the Killing City, but you can use them if you create your own soul skills."
"Self-created soul skills."
When they saw Wang Feng's condensed sword, everyone watching the game was surprised and started talking about it.
But the gothic woman on the sidelines smiled calmly when she saw Wang Feng using his soul-creating skills.
Wang Feng stared at the eight people attacking him, and danced a sword flower with his long sword. Then he held his breath and concentrated. The moment the eight people attacked, he opened his eyes, and a sharp breath was projected from his eyes, and at the same time, a shining
Cold light gathered on the long knife.
"The fierce light in the dark night. Kill."
As soon as the word "Zhan" sounded, a green arc-shaped slash cut through the darkness and struck out from Wang Feng's hand with the long knife.
"What's this!"
"Damn it, I can't move."
"this"
The expressions of the eight people who came to attack changed drastically the moment the arc-shaped slashes flew towards them. Their whole bodies seemed to be stared at by the God of Death, and their whole bodies were stiff and unable to move.
puff!!
puff!!
Blood spattered on the killing field. When everyone watching saw the eight people frozen, their eyes widened in disbelief.
thump!!!
The next second, eight corpses collapsed, dead and unable to die.
"This is true or false."
"What a powerful attack...killed eight people at once..."
"Is he really new?"
While the audience was amazed, the gothic woman was also a little surprised by Wang Feng's strength.
His self-created soul skills and powerful slashing attacks all proved his extraordinary ability.
"It seems that the wind is about to rise in the killing city." The Gothic woman chuckled.
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 seemed to have been purified, very pure, and as soon as they flowed into his body, his strength improved a lot.
But one thing that made Wang Feng unhappy was that he couldn't resist the killing field's soul power converging on him.
When walking down the killing field, a gothic woman walked over and said, "Mr. 3515, I have arranged a place for you. Please come with me."
"Okay." Wang Feng did not refuse and followed the gothic woman and left.
If one hundred killing matches were played every day, he would have to stay in the killing city for at least more than three months. And sometimes there would be no games, so he would have to stay even longer.
It is natural to have a place to rest and practice.
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.
Wang Feng rested for a while and then went to the inner city to wander around.
At this time, a tall thing appeared in Wang Feng's eyes.
That's where the King of Slaughter is.
The King of Killing generally does not appear unless there are special circumstances or when passing through the Killing Fields.
Wang Feng still needs opportunity and time to understand the King of Slaughter.
After wandering around the inner city for a while, Wang Feng returned to the hotel to practice.
He is now at level sixty-eight. The past few months in the Killing City have been enough for him to practice hard and improve his strength. And with the pure soul power feedback from the killing field, it will not be a problem for him to reach level seventy.
There was nothing to say all night, and at noon the next day, Wang Feng came to the killing field to sign up for the competition.
The news that Wang Feng killed eight people with one sword yesterday has long been spread in the killing city.
Now when Wang Feng comes to sign up, some timid contestants are terrified.
But the other desperadoes didn't care, and even said harsh words that they would take Wang Feng's life.