Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

On the field.

Ten people had already prepared and were standing scattered on the stage.

Wang Feng also sensed the shadowless assassin.

Very recognizable.

Through perception, Wang Feng sensed the person with the weakest aura. He was dressed in black and had a pale face.

Known as the Shadowless Assassin, he should be the one with the weakest aura.

The breath is indeed very weak. With Wang Feng's current perception, he can only feel a wisp of breath.

In addition to this, the remaining nine people are all soul kings above level 60, and there are two soul saints.

The shadowless assassin is one of the two soul saints.

'oh? An agile soul saint? ’

Wang Feng was slightly surprised.

Generally, even if a Soul Saint of the agility attack system doesn't use soul skills and only uses soul power, his body speed will be very strong!

This type of person is usually the strongest among the same level!

As the saying goes, nothing can be broken without speed!

Without soul skills, everyone is fighting hand-to-hand. The faster you go, the naturally there is nothing you can do.

Wang Feng used weapons to kill people for the same reason.

Driven by his mental thoughts, it was no slower than the speed he threw directly.

And because of the control of mental thoughts, it is extremely flexible and the speed will not get slower and slower! Unlike using soul power control, it is very troublesome to control the arrow to turn!

But it's not impossible to dodge. In fact, Soul Saints of the agility attack system can dodge.

Among the three hundred people who were besieging them at the beginning, there were one or two soul saints of the agile attack system who took the opportunity to avoid the flying blade strangulation formation formed by Wang Feng using Xuanming Thorns.

It was because they dodged most of the attacks, rushed through the White Hell, and barely managed to get close to Wang Feng.

But it's a pity that I didn't stick to it until the end.

‘What threat can a sensitive attack type Soul Saint pose to me? ’

Wang Feng thought to himself, ‘There should be something special? ’

At this point, the game begins!

At the moment when the game started, the other nine people, except for comforting Wuying at this moment, all rushed towards Wang Feng.

The few people who dared to participate in the competition with the Death in White were obviously of extraordinary strength. Some of them had only heard of his name and were dissatisfied with murder. They wanted to kill the Death in White in exchange for such a reputation.

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

Those who have reached this point have won dozens of games, and participating in the competition is more to vent the killing desire in their hearts.

As a strong person, it is completely impossible for them to be satisfied by slaughtering the weak.

Need to kill more powerful people! Only in this way can they satisfy their desire to kill, so the first target is naturally the strongest Death in white!

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 Xuan Ming Ci, Wang Feng is now capable of killing people with weapons. Even a seventy-level soul saint, of course, cannot use the soul skill state, and can achieve the effect of instant kill!

Even an eighty-level Contra would be in danger of losing his life under the ruthless attack of ten Xuanming Thorns.

The hell in white clothes was not created by people from the inner city!

I saw ten dark sharp blades less than half a meter flying out from Wang Feng's body, and then spinning in mid-air!

Light and shadow are scattered!

The sharp cold light exudes the breath of death.

The leader was an extremely strong bearded man. His martial spirit was a beast martial spirit, and he also had the strongest defense.

He is also the strongest among the few!

After the beast spirit is possessed by the spirit on the killing field, its physical fitness will be greatly enhanced. Even if it does not use spirit skills, most of them are very strong.

On the contrary, if it is a weapon soul, even though it has more weapons, it is definitely not as good as the weapon soul in terms of physical fitness.

Each has its pros and cons.

huh~!

At the same time, there were enemies coming from all angles towards Wang Feng.

There was even a rare flying type war spirit master who, after using his martial spirit to possess himself, a light wing grew from his back and flew in mid-air in an attempt to avoid the white hell.

But obviously this idea is too naive.

The sixty-meter range does not only include the ground.

Also in the air.

This flying type battle soul master is actually very fast.

His martial spirit belongs to the kind of falcon-like martial spirit that is very fast in the sky. Even without the use of soul skills, his speed is extremely fast!

It's a pity that Xuan Ming's sharp blade is faster!

Moreover, the sharp blade formed by Wang Feng using Xuanming Thorn is not a simple sharp blade. There are also three edge grooves formed on it, which will cause a lot of damage as long as it hits.

Ten sharp blades, almost at the speed of a flash of cold light, attacked the eight people who were rushing towards them!

Puff puff!

In an instant, four weaker fallen ones were directly hit in the vital points by sharp blades.

Even if it does not hit the vital point, the sharp blade will change its shape at the moment of impact and continue to attack these fallen people in the opposite direction. It is extremely difficult to defend. Even if it can be defended once or twice, these sharp blades will always attack from all angles. Go on the offensive.

This all requires subtle control of mental power.

It's not something you can do simply by using a weapon to kill people, it also requires a lot of distractions! With Wang Feng's current spiritual soul, it is extremely simple to disperse and use his mental power.

In Wang Feng's brain perception, the positions of these nine people have already formed a three-dimensional image in his mind. His brain can even analyze how the opponent should resist based on their martial arts and strength. How will you dodge? Once dodged, from which position is it easiest to hit the next attack?

Before the game even started, Wang Feng sensed the nine people and immediately started to calculate them.

When eight of them rushed towards him, from the moment they set off, Wang Feng's brain was like a calculator, starting to calculate the movement trajectories of the eight people, analyzing their speed, and analyzing from which direction the blade should attack. ?

After the analysis is completed in an instant, the sharp blade formed by the Xuanming Thorn will strike according to the calculated possibility!

Killing with a royal weapon, killing with one strike. Behind this seemingly cool appearance, Wang Feng didn't know how much training he had to go through to be able to do it.

Of course, this is all due to a brain tempered by karma.

The sharp blade emitted a bloodthirsty light in mid-air, killing the four fallen ones in almost a few breaths. Every time the cold light flashed, it was like a dancing butterfly, making it difficult for the two of them to detect the trajectory!

Almost in the blink of an eye, you can see that the cold light transformed by the sharp blade instantly shows several fatal scars on a fallen person. Each scar seems to have been accurately calculated, like an art.

In other words, this massacre was an art form. Eight strong men rushed towards Wang Feng.

They just entered the death net compiled by Wang Feng with sharp blades, and then fell down one by one.

He fell into the white hell with a radius of fifty meters.

Among them, the beast martial spirit warrior spirit master who rushed forward originally wanted to grab the sharp blade, but the sharpness of the blade was beyond his imagination, even if his martial spirit was the kind of tortoise with strong defensive power. After possessing the beast-like martial spirit, a thick layer of scales was still attached to the hand, but the entire palm was instantly cut off by a sharp blade!

"Wang Feng starts checking in from Douluo"