Douluo: My Blue Silver Grass is not serious

Only strong soul power can defeat opponents. In Yun Feng's hands, several opponents with soul powers above level 80 have already died.

A soul master without soul power is like a tiger that has lost its claws.

What's more, Yun Feng himself is as terrifying as a killing machine.

The most dangerous time was when Yun Feng, who had participated in ten games in a row and even destroyed two opponents with soul power over level 80, weakly walked out of the hell killing field, was immediately besieged by hundreds of people.

The knife wounds on his body were countless.

But the final outcome was that all those hundred people died.

And no bones remain.

But Yun Feng just crawled out of the pile of dead people with black air all over his body and his muscles rolling.

Three days later, as if nothing had happened to him, he walked into the killing fields of hell again.

On that day, no one dared to fight.

Within twenty-four hours of the Hell Killing Fields, not a single battle was fought.

That time, Yun Feng became famous in one battle. His current nickname in the Killing City is:

nightmare!

Anyone who has watched Yun Feng's game will definitely have nightmares after going back!

Even lunatics like them couldn't help but feel scared after seeing Yun Feng's killing!

Of course, the nine people who entered the field with Yun Feng at this time could not have only five wins behind him, because Yun Feng's wins were already far ahead.

I don’t know whether it was Hu Liena’s deliberate avoidance or the arrangement of the Hell Killing Fields.

From beginning to end, Yun Feng never met her.

Therefore, Hu Liena is still alive.

Here, Hu Liena also has a nickname, her nickname is the Messenger of Hell.

At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the Hell Killing Fields with Yun Feng were already trembling all over, and the remaining six were all sullen.

After nine people were imprisoned in the venue.

Yun Feng was surrounded in the center almost immediately.

Because they knew that if they didn't kill Yun Feng, none of them would survive.

There was a touch of indifference in the dark red pupils.

The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread out from Yun Feng almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the trembling feeling of these degenerates around him.

This year, Yun Feng's soul power has made little progress, only rising by one level.

Without the support of Bloodsilver Grass, Yun Feng's strength improved too slowly.

But he believes that he can defeat all three of himself a year ago at the same time.

Only by constantly struggling on the edge of life and death can we understand the true meaning of actual combat.

Roaring and hissing, nine voices sounded from nine directions around Yun Feng almost at the same time.

The nine opponents pounced on Yun Feng at the same time.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Yun Feng was not looking at the opponent in front of him.

It was Hu Liena who was standing in the dark corner of the auditorium of the Hell Killing Fields.

Over the past year, Hu Liena has watched almost every game involving Yun Feng.

But she found that she couldn't see through this man.

From this man, she even felt unprecedented fear.

It wasn't because of Yun Feng's extremely violent killing method.

It's because of this man's determination.

You must know that anyone who comes to the killing city and struggles on the line of death every day will fall.

Especially men.

Because under this huge pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve themselves.

But Yunfeng didn't.

After the battle, he would always go to a hut to practice.

When he walked out of the hut, the only place he could go was the killing fields of hell.

I don't know how many beautiful women want to throw themselves into the arms of this nightmare, but what greets them is Yun Feng's cold murderous aura.

As early as when Yun Feng won twenty games, Hu Liena was sure that this man had the same purpose as her.

To train yourself.

In the past, she had always felt that her brother was the most outstanding man she had ever seen.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Yun Feng also joined the ranks in her heart.

But now, Hu Liena felt that she still knew too little about Yun Feng!

He will not be older than himself, with handsome appearance and perseverance that will not be tempted by corruption.

Every characteristic deeply attracted Hu Liena.

There are often many reasons for a woman to fall in love with a man.

Hu Liena knew that she had fallen in love with this man.

Although there was no communication except for a word he said to himself on the first day he came here.

But she was still absolutely sure that there was no room for anyone else in her heart except him.

Hu Liena sighed deeply. Unfortunately, he was the enemy of Wuhun Palace.

Born in the Spirit Hall, Hu Liena had too many position issues, including when Yun Feng was in the Spirit Master Competition.

It is tantamount to destroying the face of Wuhun Palace.

So it's impossible for them to be together.

While Hu Liena's mind was racing with thoughts, Yun Feng moved in the field.

Nine people came from nine different directions, but they did not disturb his mood at all.

His figure flickered like an illusion, and his feet seemed to have springs.

Yun Feng's body had already flashed in front of a trembling opponent in an instant.

The next moment, the steel knife in the man's hand was embedded in his neck.

Turn around, kick your legs, and a harsh sound breaks through the air.

Stumps! Broken arm! !

Splash everywhere! ! !

Screams sounded one after another.

Only three people could survive Yun Feng.

Not because they were able to dodge Yun Feng's attack, but because they all had the body of their former companion in their hands. To be precise, it was a corpse.

Two are at level 60 and one is at level 70.

In other words, two soul emperors and one soul saint.

If they could use soul skills, these three people might still have a chance to resist.

But this is the capital of killing.

Yun Feng, who had been forged by the blood of the fairy grass and bloodsilver grass, had an unknown physical strength that was much higher than theirs.

Soul power is important, but the skill is lost.

Soul power has no absolute effect.

But equally, any skill is useless in the face of absolute power.

But Yun Feng possesses these two things at the same time!

The three men moved at the same time, all holding the body in one hand and holding a weapon in the other.

Under the influence of his own strong soul power, he rushed towards Yun Feng from three angles.

Their spirits have been completely locked on the Nightmare King with sixty-eight wins in front of them. They know that victory or defeat depends on this one move, and there is only one chance.

Do you want to block my attack?

Yun Feng sneered.

Just three punches in a row.

The three people on the opposite side suddenly turned into blood foam and disappeared on the killing field.

Hu Liena's charming eyes shone with a special light. The moment she saw Yun Feng punching, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

A little too handsome!

What kind of person did I fall in love with?

Is it his appearance that I fell in love with?

His strength?

Or is it all he has?

Sixty-nine wins, this is Yun Feng's current result.

He was one step closer to Hu Liena.

The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

The crystals outline a drum-tower-like form. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"The Nightmare King has won another battle."

A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know."

A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

"Great King, should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think he is truly strong?"

asked the tall man sitting in the chair.

"At least in terms of skills, he is. The Nightmare King seems to be born for the killing city. His soul power is not particularly strong."

"But his power is terrifyingly strong. Even a titled Douluo in the Killing City would not be able to kill him without soul skills."

"I am certain that there is at least one soul bone in the Nightmare King."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment.

"Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"

"It's only a matter of time before he completes 100 games, but he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet."

The King of Slaughter said coldly:

"No need to touch him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger?"

"Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago, who knows which day they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter said coldly:

"The Wuhun Palace has no time to take care of us now, who said that? A guest came when they came in."

"guest?"

"Yes, he is one of the only two killing gods left in the world."

"Could it be said that the Nightmare King is related to the God of Killing?"

The cold female voice trembled a little.

The King of Slaughter said calmly:

"You guessed it right, in this world, if there is a real threat to the Killing City, it is definitely the Spirit Hall, so let everything take its course."

"Although I don't want another killing god to appear, I am even less willing to bear the wrath of that Spirit Hall."

The cold female voice gasped.

"The great King of Slaughter is afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of a God of Killing will be accompanied by a crisis for the City of Slaughter."

"Isn't there such an instruction left on the allegorical wall of our Slaughter City? The arrival of the God of Death will bring disaster to hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the City of Slaughter."

"If it really comes again this time, I'm afraid..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice:

"I have also thought about this question. What you don't know is that not only the Nightmare King has a background of killing gods, but also the Hell Messenger who has won more than 70 victories."

"She is the saint of Wuhun Palace. If that were not the case, do you think I would allow her to exist forever?"

"Great King, how about this? We arrange for the Hell Messengers to face the Nightmare King. If they..."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light shot out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, and the surrounding air became noticeably thicker.

The strong smell of blood spread everywhere, and the cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that was not like a human being. In the corner, a convex body trembled violently.

"Don't think that because I love you, you can say whatever you want. After passing the road to hell, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time."

"The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen people with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same game, if the God of Death knows about this situation."

"For the Capital of Hell, it is truly a devastating disaster. In their God of Killing Domain, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"

Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter murmured to himself:

"I just hope that, under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be able to hold on to 100 games, let alone pass the road to hell."

"Otherwise, with Wuhun Palace's intervention, I'm afraid the Slaughter City's disaster will also come."

With a wave of his big hand, a stream of rich dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge blood pool filled with thick blood.

He opened his mouth to swallow the blood in his belly, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely exposed.

Time was spent waiting and practicing. Sitting cross-legged in the hut where he lived, Yun Feng felt waves of icy chills running through his body.

The huge murderous aura was always swirling around his body and affecting him.

It has been nearly two years since I came here, and I am only one final game away from the title of Hell Killing Fields Champion.

However, Yun Feng discovered that these murderous intentions were constantly affecting his mind.

It seems like he wants to destroy his own mind.

In two years, more than a thousand degenerates died in his hands, even though those people were all evil and depraved people.

However, even if he didn't kill anyone, Yun Feng would feel the murderous aura in his body increase a bit.

And these murderous intentions are constantly affecting him invisibly.

The reason why it took two years to gradually get closer to the final victory was besides the issue of the number of participants.

The bigger problem comes from Yun Feng himself.

The rising murderous intent was nothing at first, but after Yun Feng killed hundreds of people here, he found that the murderous intent began to affect his own mind.

At the beginning, bloodthirsty emotions were only occasionally revealed, but as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious.

It was as if he wanted to kill any living creature he saw.

Killing someone at random is as easy as crushing an ant.

Therefore, besides participating in competitions, Yun Feng's main focus of training is no longer to improve his own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous intent.

However, because his own will has surpassed the desire to kill so much, he has stronger control over himself.

Only then was he not controlled by the thought of killing.

At the same time, Yun Feng also used the killing during the game as a way to vent his anger.

Of course, Ah Yin's presence also made Yunfeng feel a lot less stressed.

Until not long ago, when Yun Feng completed the ninety-nine games of the Hell Killing Fields, he vaguely felt that he could no longer control the murderous aura in his body.

At the same time, he also understood why Hu Liena had already reached ninety-nine victories and had not yet played her hundredth match.

In this city of murder, it is no exaggeration to describe the two of them as murderous people.

It is precisely because of their rise in the past two years that there are fewer and fewer fallen people who dare to compete in the Hell Killing Fields.

More people choose to use the games they saved in the past to survive, and those who have run out of games also survive by contributing their blood.

After all, compared to dying in science, lingering is definitely the choice for most people.

Banging on the door suddenly sounded from outside. Yun Feng's suppressed murderous aura rose almost instantly. The small cabin suddenly became cold and condensed. Under the pressure of the murderous aura, a solemn aura filled the air.

The smell of blood was invisibly released from Yun Feng. (End of chapter)