Check in to the Douluo Continent Chapter 511: One more year! 100th game! (3)
However, Wang Feng is not clear about the specific role of the field, because it has not been tested.
Wang Feng remembered that Tang San had the Blue Silver Domain that came with the Blue Silver Emperor, and he didn't know if he had awakened now.
The Killing Capital itself is also covered by a field.
Wang Feng is not quite sure, what is the realm after the formation of the seven blood lines, the Dark Angel Martial Soul?
But it should be strong.
When the first blood lines appeared, the enemies within the aura of 100 meters would fall into a state of rage, their strength would decline, and their spirits would not be controlled.
But it can be resisted. As long as the state of mind is calm, it will not be affected, so Wang Feng believes that this can only be regarded as a simple aura.
Cannot really affect other people.
It's just an emotional influence, but human emotions can be avoided.
The real field is hard.
In the two years in the capital of slaughter, Wang Feng has made great progress in training the Dark Angel Martial Spirit as the main practitioner and Xuan Ming Thorn as the secondary practitioner!
The Xuanming Thorn can now control nearly 20 sharp blades, and the control range has also been enhanced to about 80 meters.
And as you train, the progress gets bigger and bigger.
However, Wang Feng feels that Xuan Ming's imperial weapon kills people, and it should be a hurdle when it reaches 100 meters.
In the dark, Wang Feng feels that his spiritual power may only be able to control such a long distance at most. Once it exceeds 100 meters, it may completely lose control.
This is not a lack of spiritual power, but a lack of quality.
As Wang Feng, who has a large amount of knowledge, he probably guessed that this might require condensing his huge mental power.
However, Wang Feng was a little confused about the specific method.
Mental power is not soul power, and it doesn't even have basic cultivation methods. It relies entirely on its own growth, let alone condensation.
If Wang Feng did not have Meteor Tears, he would not be able to compress and purify his soul power. Mental power is impossible to use meteor tears...
"I don't know what happened to Xiao San and Hu Liena."
Wang Feng frowned slightly.
The last game will be scheduled for a long time, and there has been no movement for more than half a month.
The more than 20 games in the back, the further back, the longer the preparation time, there are only two or three games a month, or even one a month.
Wang Feng remembered in the ninety-fifth game.
Tang San stormed past, obviously reaching the edge of his limit, but fortunately he was able to control it in time.
Hu Liena is similar.
According to Wang Feng's calculation, the number of people who died at the hands of the two may be as high as tens of thousands.
Perhaps this is not a huge number for the Slaughter City, but it is a terrifying number for any soul master.
Wang Feng used the Xuanming Thorn to solve even more...
A normal person who kills 100 people will probably leave serious sequelae mentally.
As a soul master, with stronger spiritual power, it is still bearable to kill thousands of people.
But tens of thousands of people, even with the special characteristics of Tang San and Hu Liena, would be hard to bear.
'The method of the Slaughter King works. ’
Wang Feng thought to himself.
Why are few people able to survive 100 games?
Strength is one aspect, but it is more difficult to control this killing intent!
Even if you stay in the killing city, you don't often kill people, you will be infected by the breath here and gradually lose yourself!
Not to mention the powerhouses with countless lives in their hands. The more you kill, the stronger the killing intent, and the easier it is to be attacked.
Why does the white-robed **** of death fascinate countless women in the inner city?
The biggest reason is because the white-clothed Death God has done it so far, and the breath on his body is extremely pure, which makes people mad.
In the capital of slaughter, Wang Feng's pure aura attracted not only women, but also many strong men.
No matter how much Wang Feng restrained his breath, it was useless.
His body after being tempered by the red lotus is almost natural, and it is impossible for him to restrain himself.
This is still the result of Wang Feng wrapping himself up. If Wang Feng takes off his mask and reveals a little face, I am afraid that if Wang Feng suspects that he is going out, these people will swarm and rush directly.
Hey, he's so handsome, that's all.
What's more, he is willing to be a slave and a maid, willing to stay by Wang Feng's side and act as a slave. The purpose is to get a little closer to Wang Feng, so that the pure breath of Wang Feng's body can suppress the boiling and rolling killing intent in his body.
Of course Wang Feng refused.
Just kidding, with the Xuanming Thorn, he doesn't need any slaves at all.
Actually, there is another way to calm down those who can't hold back their killing intent.
That's Bloody Mary.
Human blood.
As long as you drink this blood type Mary, you can also suppress the killing intent in your body a little, but this thing is poison, and the more you drink it, the more addictive it becomes, and in the end it is completely inseparable from it. Wang Feng can roughly guess the result of this situation.
Tang San and Hu Liena didn't drink.
Because the two of them can also see the clue. Knowing that drinking this kind of thing, I am afraid that I will not be able to quit, and it will be more troublesome then.
"Today seems to be the last game, right?"
Wang Feng thought quietly.
As he walks out the door, the air still smells of decay.
The white clothes come out of the dust, and the air is clear and bright.
The short blade formed by the Xuanming Thorn surrounds all sides.
As soon as he went out, several men and women came running, kneeling more than ten meters away, their whole bodies were still trembling slightly, and their eyes were full of crimson.
"The white-robed **** of death... please accept us... everything in the killing capital~IndoMTL.com~ we are willing to listen to you! As long as you let us stay three meters by your side... no, five meters away Anything!"
The eyes of several people are full of desire.
These people have lived in the Killing Capital for over a decade and are on the verge of collapse. Pure indulgence can no longer relieve the killing intent in their bodies, and Bloody Mary didn't know how much they drank, and the effect was minimal.
Wang Feng didn't even look at them.
He doesn't know how many of these things happen to him every day.
And after Wang Feng left, those people's breathing became violent, and then they made a wild beast-like roar, and they began to fight directly in the street, and finally fell to the ground...
This is the end of the Fallen of the Killing Capital.
Even if they can avoid being killed by others, they cannot escape this outcome.
Come to **** killing fields.
Before entering the door, many spectators rushed out from the inside with a look of fear.
As soon as he entered, Wang Feng frowned!
A strong **** smell!
In Hell's Killing Fields.
Tang San and Hu Liena, like two ghostly figures, are killing frantically inside!
In their eyes, it is pure blood red, and the murderous aura on their bodies has long been condensed into reality, and they almost kill people when they see them.
The two did not meet because the killing field was large and crowded.
In the killing field, shrill screams continued to sound.
Many of them were spectators on the audience stage, just to watch, but at this time they were all brutally murdered!
Wang Feng glanced at it and knew that the two must have just finished the game and their killing intent was completely out of control.
Wang Feng doesn't know how many people the two men killed in the capital of killing in the original book, but certainly not as much as they are now.
Thousands of thousands, this is no joke!
(End of this chapter)