Legend of Swordsman

"what happened?"

Jian Wushuang frowned at the crowd around him.

Many people in the crowd had been extremely enthusiastic about him before.

Like the white-haired humped old man.

Like that majestic man wrapped in animal skin.

There is also the handsome young girl who loves Dou Chu to boast of his long, but at the moment is in the crowd, looking at him with a killing one by one.

"Dead, dead!"

"go to hell!"

"kill him!"

A low roar spread from the crowd around, and then everyone around them rushed like a sword toward Wushuang.

Kitchen knives, hoes, sickles and even pig-knives all greeted each other with swords.

"Oops." The sword did not change color.

If it is normal for him to face such a situation, he just walks out of the air and leaves, but now he can't use even the slightest spiritual power, and he can't rise in the air at all.

Seeing the crowd around him used it, Jian Wu's eyes were cold and his three killing swords suddenly emerged.

Wow ~~~ The sword came out of the sheath and turned into a streamer, passing by the six people who were killed beside him.

Jian Wushuang's spiritual power can't be cast now, but his sword skills and consciousness of kendo can still be used.

Just like Jian Nantian in the Nine Emperor's Gate, Dan Tian was destroyed. He never possessed the slightest spiritual power, but still killed a yin deficiency and strong man with only one sword.

Even though Jian Wushuang can't use spiritual power, he can still feel very easy to deal with these ordinary people by the sword and sword.

laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!

Six sounds sounded at the same time, and the wrists of these six were picked up by Jian Wushuang at the same time.

But despite that, the six men who had been flying his wrists continued to bite insanely.

The sword did not sink in both sides, he had seen that he could not keep his hand flatly, otherwise he would die in the end.

After thinking about this, Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated.

"dead!"

The sword Wushuangsan killed the sword and waved, and instantly the savage sword light swept across the throats of several people around.

Kill, kill crazy.

I saw a sword and a sword, these ordinary people did not have any ability to contend, they were beheaded and killed.

At the same time as Jian Wushuang opened the killing ring, in the dark palace of Zudi, the beautiful woman and the thick and strong man had retreated to the corner of the palace. Both eyes looked straight ahead and looked at Jian Wushuang in the middle of the palace. Furiously chopped the sword.

All the swords and lights were in the void.

But for the sword unparalleled, every sword he swung was stained with blood.

"He has completely fallen into the fantasy domain of killing."

"Killing the fantasy realm, endless killing, all the people he meets in the fantasy world will kill him desperately and desperately, and eventually force him to continue to kill himself, and the more he kills, the more he will kill him. Increasingly rich, and finally will kill the numbness. "The beautiful woman voice solemnly.

"When he is numb, his mentality will change!"

"It depends on whether he can stick to his own heart."

In this world, killing is nothing.

Killing one person, killing ten or even a hundred people, it is difficult to change the mentality of one person.

But when you kill thousands or more people, and the people you kill are just ordinary people, no matter who they are, the mentality will change, and some will even become distorted.

There are two kinds of tests for killing illusions.

One of the changes in mentality is one. If Jian Wushuang is under such forced killing, the mentality changes, and he becomes a life-threatening man. He failed the test of fantasy.

And if he can persist in his heart from beginning to end, and continue to go forward courageously, he will be able to reach the end of this killing fantasy realm.

This road is very long, and everything can only be seen by Jian Wushuang himself.

...

Within the illusion, it is still the village, but of course the quiet and peacefulness in the village is no longer there.

The streets of the village were filled with blood, as if a sea of ​​blood had formed. There were corpses lying there in a row. These corpses, including the elderly, children, and women, were just ordinary people.

To Jian Wushuang, a kendo powerhouse, these people can be said to be powerless.

But now they all died under the sword of Wushuang.

But Jian Wushuang was standing in a pool of blood at this moment, his body trembling slightly.

Even though he knew all that was happening was just an illusion, his heart was still a bit unnatural.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang reluctantly calmed down his mood, and then looked around.

"Before I felt the peace and enthusiasm of this village, then everyone in the village was mad to kill me ..." Jian Wushuang secretly shook his head, "I don't know what the first test of this ancestor is, what is it?"

Jian Wushuang did not understand, did not understand.

But he acted according to his own heart.

This is true even in fantasy.

Everything just happened was that those people took the initiative to kill him, and his mercy at the beginning, until he found that his mercy had no effect, he did not kill.

Although what he did was a wave in his heart, it soon calmed down ~ www.readwn.com ~ He had a clear conscience!

After leaving the village, Jian Wushuang continued to move forward.

He didn't know where to go, but in the midst of it seemed as if there was a will, asking him to go on and on.

...

As time passed, Jian Wushuang had no idea how long he had traveled in this fantasy.

Similarly, he doesn't even remember how many people were killed.

In short, every time he passed by a place, people there would kill him crazy as soon as he saw him, and in order to protect himself, he could only helplessly, and in the end he would open a killing ring.

After so long, thousands of people have been killed, and Jian Wushuang has already been numb.

But at this moment, he came to the edge of a towering mountain, and walking forward was an endless cliff.

On the edge of the cliff stands a stone stele with three characters carved on it.

"Back to the cliff!"

Jian Wushuang's pace stopped, looking at the three words "turning back to the cliff" on the stele.

"The endless sea of ​​bitterness is the shore." A loud voice suddenly sounded, and Jian Wushuang turned his head and found that he was beside a huge rock next to him, relying on an old man in Tsing Yi with a bare foot and a straw hat.

The old man in Tsing Yi was dirty, but his eyes were dazzling, staring at Jian Wushuang.

Seeing this old man in Tsing Yi, Jian Wu's eyes and pupils shrank.

"Musha!"

Jian Wushuang has already felt the spiritual breath of the old man in Tsing Yi. Although this spiritual breath is not very strong, only the level of congenital Jindan, but this is the first time that Jian Wushuang encountered in this fantasy. Famous martial artist.

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PS: Many readers may not understand the content of this retest, but it doesn't matter, it will be explained in the next chapter.

In addition, it is stated that the killing fantasy realm is purely a fantasy realm and not real.