Chapter 225

"What's going on?"

Sword peerless frowned at the crowd around him.

Many people in the crowd were very enthusiastic about him before.

Like the white haired hunchback old man.

Like the strong man wrapped in animal skin.

There was also the handsome girl who first praised him, but now they were all in the crowd, looking at him one by one.

"Die, die!"

"Go to hell!"

"Kill him!"

A low roar spread from the surrounding crowd, and then the surrounding people rushed towards the sword like crazy.

Kitchen knives, hoes, sickles and even pig killers greeted jianwushuang one by one.

"Bad." The sword has no two sides, and the color changes.

If he was in such a situation at ordinary times, he would just get up and leave, but now he can't even use his spiritual power, so he can't get up at all,

Seeing the crowd around him use the sword, his eyes were cold, and the Sansha sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

Wow ~ ~ ~ the long sword came out of its scabbard and turned into a flash of light. In an instant, it passed over the six people killed nearby.

The unparalleled spiritual power of the sword can't be used now, but his swordsmanship and perception of Kendo can still be used.

Just like the sword South sky in the Nine Emperor gate, the Dantian was destroyed and did not have the slightest spiritual power, but it still killed a weak and powerful man with only one sword.

The sword is unparalleled. Even if you can't use your spiritual power, it's still very easy to deal with these ordinary people just by relying on your sword skill and sword consciousness.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Six Voices sounded at the same time. In an instant, the wrists of the six people were picked up by the sword.

But even so, the six people who were picked up by him were still crazy and continued to bite at him.

The sword has no two sides. He has seen that he can't keep his hand anymore, otherwise he will die at last.

After understanding this, jianwushuang no longer hesitated.

"Die!"

The sword is unparalleled, and the three killing sword is waved. In an instant, the sad sword light passes through the throat of several people around.

Killing, crazy killing.

There were sword shadows everywhere. These ordinary people had no ability to resist, so they were killed one by one.

While jianwushuang is killing, in the dark palace of ancestral land, the beautiful woman and the simple and honest man have retreated to the corner of the palace. They both look straight ahead and look at the sword in the center of the palace, which is frantically waving and splitting the long sword.

The sword lights are vertical and horizontal. In fact, they are just splitting in the void.

But for the unparalleled sword, every sword he wields is stained with blood.

"He has completely fallen into the realm of killing." The simple and honest man said in a deep voice.

"Kill the fantasy realm, endless killing. Everyone he meets in the fantasy realm will be crazy and desperate to kill him. Finally, he can only continue to kill himself. The more he kills, the stronger his killing intention will be, and finally he will be numb." The beautiful woman's voice is solemn.

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

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

In this world, killing is nothing.

Killing one person, ten people or even a hundred people 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, their mentality will change, and some will even become distorted.

There are two tests for killing fantasy.

The change of mentality is one of them. If the sword unparalleled changes his mentality under such forced killing, and becomes a devil who likes to kill, he will fail in the test of the killing fantasy.

And if he can stick to his original heart from beginning to end and keep going forward bravely, he can come to the end of the killing fantasy field.

This road is very long. Everything can only be seen by the sword.

……

In the dreamland, there is still the village, but at the moment, the peace and tranquility in the village has certainly disappeared.

On the village streets, there was blood everywhere, as if a sea of blood had formed. There were corpses lying there. These corpses, including old people, children and women, were just ordinary people.

For the strong swordsman Wushuang, these people can be said to have no strength to bind chickens.

But now, they all died under the unparalleled sword.

The sword was standing in a pool of blood, and his body trembled slightly.

Even though he knew that all this happened was just a fantasy, he was still a little unnatural at the bottom of his heart.

After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang managed to calm his mood, and then looked around.

"Before, I felt the peace and enthusiasm of this village, and then everyone in the village went crazy to kill me..." jianwushuang shook his head. "I don't know that under the other statement of this ancestral land, killing the magic field is purely a fantasy, not real.