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After Yan Feng entered the Killing Realm Gate, he only felt an inexplicable spatial power coming from it, and the scene in front of him was drastically changed.

The Gate of the Killing Realm contains the power of space, and those who enter will be randomly divided into different positions in the Killing Realm.

Yan Feng frowned, looking at the scene in front of him...

This is an iceberg and snow land, the wind and snow whistling between the peaks of heaven and earth, fluttering like goose feathers, but on this day, it seems to be filled with this layer of blood mist, which cannot be dispersed for a long time.

The place where the severe wind appears is the top of an iceberg, these icebergs are not very high, the highest is only 100 meters...

As soon as he entered the killing realm, Yan Feng found that the push order he was carrying had changed slightly, and when he took it out, he saw that there was a capital zero on the back of the push order, and there was a row of small characters below the zero.

'One hundred thousand'

Seemingly... This push order is the thing that counts the score, and this 100,000 is the ranking.

If you guess correctly, from the beginning, everyone who entered was 100,000.

And then, there is endless killing, killing... In order to get points, the final points are in the first 1,000 points.

However, many strong people are not in a hurry at the moment, and the points can also be grabbed, if a person already has thirty points, and you kill him, the thirty points are yours!

It's much easier than killing them one by one.

Yan Feng jumped down from the top of the mountain, a hundred meters in the air, and the figure fell straight to the ground and landed on the snow.

The body was already covered with goose feathers and heavy snow.

Feet on the snow, leaving footprints behind them.

Time passed little by little, during this time, Yan Feng did not take the initiative to kill, but because he was in Dongtian, he was treated as meat on his lips a few times, Yan Feng naturally would not be polite, since he was going to die, Yan Feng also fulfilled them.

At this moment, on top of Yan Feng's push order, the place where the score was recorded has become three!

And the record ranking has become eighty-nine thousand four hundred and thirty-one!

It has been about two hours since Yan Feng entered this iceberg and snow, and when he passed by a small lake that was frozen in ice, the corners of Yan Feng's mouth... At the moment, it is slightly rising, some people are really interpreting a sentence with their lives, they will not die if they don't die!

With Yan Feng's perception at the moment, it is definitely not comparable to those Nine Palaces peaks, following Yan Feng to find an opportunity to kill with one blow... Just kidding, no!

The figure dissipated in an instant.

Just when Yan Feng's figure dissipated, hiding outside Yan Feng, behind a pile of ice several zhang high, there was a man at the peak of the Nine Palaces, with a wide waist and arms, and rough facial features, like a butcher selling pork on the street.

The butcher's face changed at this moment... Big change!

"Why? So surprised, could it be that you're not looking for me?"

Yan Feng's voice fell faintly in his ears, and the butcher suddenly turned his head, and saw a young man in white, carrying two swords, leaning on the ice pile behind him with his hands folded.

Yan Feng suddenly appeared, and the frightened butcher suddenly retreated, and with a flick of his hand, there was an extra weapon similar to a pig-killing knife.

With this knife, look at this dress, plus that body frame, you will be the king who kills pigs on the street!

"It seems that you are quite fast, kill you, and I will be able to enter the top thousand!"

This butcher was just taken aback by Yan Feng's speed just now, and he actually didn't look down on Yan Feng in his heart, after all, the gap between the Cave Heaven Realm and the peak of the Nine Palaces was too much.

There was a greedy light in his eyes, as if the Yan Feng in front of him was already a piece of fat in his eyes at this moment.

But Yan Feng heard it strangely... How many meanings?!

If you kill me, you will be able to enter the top 1,000? What kind of logic is this, according to the number of people, there are 100,000 people who enter the killing realm this time, even if 30,000 people can survive in three days.

There were 70,000 people who died, this is still a conservative estimate, according to the records about this Demon Saint Canon that Yan Feng found in the books of the Heavenly Dry Sect, three hundred years ago, a total of 150,000 people entered the killing realm, and the last survivors were less than 20,000, which means that there were 130,000 people who died in the killing realm.

Seventy thousand people died, which means that there are seventy thousand, according to this calculation, the level is decreasing, and the hope of not entering the top 1,000 is almost slim.

And fifty points is to kill fifty people.

Why does this butcher say that if you kill yourself, you will get a thousand... Who gave him self-confidence.

This is only the first day, and it has been less than three hours since the killing realm opened, and Yan Feng can't believe that this guy has made up nearly fifty points.

In the past two years, Yan Feng has already developed a cautious and scrutinizing thinking mode in his temperament, and he feels abnormal when he hears the butcher's words.

"You just said that if you kill me, you can get into the top 1,000? Could it be that you have already saved enough points?"

Yan Feng looked at this butcher and asked lightly, as for the knife in the butcher's hand, it was directly ignored, what is it... Even if a person looks like this, the weapon is not handsome.

But the butcher smiled: "You don't need to know this, you will die anyway!"

The butcher waved the pig-killing knife-like weapon in his hand and was about to kill Yan Feng, but he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

"I'll give you three breaths to consider, to say, or not to say. ”

The butcher's Yan Feng, Yan Feng's original figure leaning against the ice pile, slowly dissipated.

This speed... The butcher was completely stunned, he didn't expect that Yan Feng's speed could be so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

With a low roar, the butcher suddenly turned his head and slashed at Yan Feng with a knife.

The figure did not move, Yan Feng just raised his hand slightly, and locked the butcher's wrist, allowing the bruises on the butcher's face to burst, and he couldn't stop roaring, it was useless.

His body had the momentum of the peak of the Nine Palaces, the wind was lifted, the wind and snow were all blown away, the frozen small lake on the side was even more cracked, and the ice pile next to him was shattered into powder in an instant, floating between heaven and earth.

But these... For Yan Feng, it is useless.

Yan Feng grabbed the butcher's hand and twisted it suddenly, and in an instant, the butcher was directly thrown to the ground by Yan Feng, making a roaring sound, and then stepped on the butcher's head.

"One. ”

This butcher had no power to resist in the face of Yan Feng at all.

The butcher was facing the ground, and a large crater was knocked out, and at this moment... This butcher is afraid, that's right, coming to this killing realm means a moment of life and death.

But he was born towards that, not to die!

And to die like this, without the slightest resistance at all ... It was also at this moment that he knew the meaning of the saying that people are better than people and dead, and that a cave can be so strong!

At this moment, the butcher had horror in his wide eyes.

"II. ”

Yan Feng stepped on the butcher's head, and his voice fell coldly.

Just as he was about to report the third, the butcher suddenly shouted: "I said, I said, it is the Holy Son Shen, the Holy Son Shen wants me to do it!"

"Holy Son Shen?"

Yan Fengjian's eyebrows frowned slightly, if he remembered correctly, he was the one who almost fought with him in front of the Gate of the Killing Realm.

Hearing this name, Yan Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, for people and world, people don't offend me, I don't offend people, what kind of bullshit Saint Zi Shen actually wants to die by himself so much, then he doesn't mind playing with him.

Raising his feet, Yan Feng squatted down slightly, looking at the butcher who was lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, his voice was not cold.

"Tell me everything, word for word. ”