Chapter 1377

Mo Wen felt like he was in a long tunnel of time and space. He was flying forward quickly. It seemed that after a few minutes or a century, the darkness disappeared. Mo Wen's body fell to the ground.

The original ground seems to have sunk into a huge pit, and Mo Wen has fallen upside down.

A carp got up from the ground. Mo Wen suddenly gaped and opened his mouth wide. He couldn't close it for a long time. Here is a completely different world. That is to say, he passed the test of meditation just now.

The reason why it's different here is that there are not only people here, but also a large number of people. Don't ask where you are at the moment. It's the top of a high mountain. Looking down from here, there is an endless plain below. If it's just like this, there are countless troops on the plain.

The soldiers and horses, who were divided into two camps, were fighting fiercely at the moment. The strong smell of blood floated with the wind. Even Mo Wen, who was standing on the top of the mountain, was not far from the battlefield. He could still clearly smell that the two camps were in black armor and white armor, It's like black and white on a chessboard.

At a glance, Mo Wen can clearly see that the white camp is at a disadvantage at the moment. In terms of both the number of people and the comprehensive strength, they are not as good as the black side. They are completely beaten by the black side, and they are about to be defeated.

Mo Wen carefully looked at the scene in front of him, as if this was a chess game that he needed to crack.

He knew in his heart that this was another test of his cultivation.

"Fulfill the mission and help Bai Fang win. If he loses, he will break through the barrier and fail. Let's go!" In the void, the old man's voice was heard again, and then a strange wind came. He rolled up Mo Wen's body and fell into the battlefield. This power, even Mo Wen, a man of cultivation, had no room to resist. He had not recovered. His feet had just landed. Mo Wen quickly had a white battle armor and a Zhangba spear in his hand, As like as two peas in other ordinary soldiers.

Oh, shit, isn't that a duck on the shelf? Push me down before I see the situation clearly?

Mo Wen, who was not afraid of everything, raised his weapon and said with a smile: "is it to help the white side win the war? What's the difficulty? See how I can kill him... "

Finish saying, don't ask to angrily shout a, rushed to kill up.

Previously, on the top of the mountain, although he was ten thousand feet away from the battlefield, Mo Wen, who had reached a certain level of cultivation, explored the strength of the two camps on the battlefield. In these two camps, the highest strength was only in the early stage of heaven, and the lowest strength was not beyond the middle stage of the mysterious realm. It can be said that Mo Wen didn't need to worry about it.

Even if there are hundreds of thousands of people in black and white, Mo Wen is confident enough to kill them all with the help of one person, not to mention the white camp. The test of these two levels is easy.

However, Mo Wen's complacency was too early. When Mo Wen was secretly complacent, a middle-aged man in black armor found that there was still a man with a strange smile on his face. He didn't know what he was doing. He immediately moved without hesitation, holding a knife to open the mountain on his back, raised it up crazily, and chopped off Mo Wen's head fiercely.

"Don't think too much of yourself!" Mo Wen gave a cold hum and waved his spear. He had already thrown his spear to the ground. A super strong man with such strength didn't need the refined steel spear as a weapon. At the same time, Mo Wen waved his left hand to the middle-aged man in black armor: "death..."

But a terrible thing happened. With a wave of his left hand, he just sent out a faint red force, like tickling, and bumped into the black armour middle-aged man's big knife.

What the hell is going on? How can I only have the power of the beginning of xuanjing?

Mo Wen is very clear about his level of cultivation, but just now he hit with all his strength. It was clearly in the early stage of xuanjing. I'm afraid that he could be defeated if he chose any one of them from the black side.

"Ah?" Mo Wen, who was scared to death, did not hesitate to move. He rolled on the spot and fled to the side. It was all too sudden.

"Click!" The middle-aged man in black armour cut off Mo Wen's right shoulder with a big knife. The fierce wind of the knife made Mo Wen's right arm appear several shallow bloodstains, and the blood shed. In this cultivation space, he looked so weak, as if everything was under control.

"This... What's going on?" Mo Wen, who escaped from death, now has a face as white as paper, without any blood. His eyes are full of disbelief and fear.

"I forgot to tell you that in this second level, your strength is only one fifth of your real strength... How to improve depends on your killing enemies. The more you kill enemies, the higher your cultivation strength will be." The voice of the old man in the vicissitudes of life, as if from the ethereal nine days, directly sounded in the sea of consciousness of Mo Wen.

"Why didn't you say that earlier?" No matter how angry he is, the voice in the sky never rings again.

"Damn, if I didn't hide fast just now, I might have become the ghost of the black armor man. No wonder the test of the second level is to let me help the white side defeat the black side. It turns out that my strength is greatly limited here. I can only play the lowest level of cultivation to restore my cultivation. But how can I help the white side win this battle?" Don't worry. It's really a test for him. Here, he is the weakest soldier. It's not easy for him to win the war for the white side?

At this time, the middle-aged man in black armour, with a ferocious face, suddenly bullied him. He opened a big knife on the back of his hand and spread a dazzling cold light. Without hesitation, he held it high and chopped at the fallen Mo Wen again.

Even Mo Wen is shocked by the speed. Everything is possible here. Those skills don't seem to work here. Neither snake scale dagger nor soul ring can be used. How can he defeat this middle-aged man with his strength in the early stage of xuanjing? This is the most urgent question.

Mo Wen didn't dare to hold him up any more. He quickly rolled to the front spear and grabbed it with his right hand. Suddenly, a carp straightened out and stood up from the ground. He stabbed the man's waist without hesitation.

At the moment, the middle-aged man in black armour slashed heavily on the ground. When he was defeated, he didn't have time to drive. He was stabbed at his waist by Mo Wen's spear.

"Peng!" But in the long spear stab, when his waist position was black armor, it made a huge noise. The long spear only stabbed his waist position armor deeply, but it was difficult to penetrate into his body any more. Mo Wen was rebounded by a strong force, and his whole body stepped back several steps without pedaling. Only in this way, his Qi and blood surged steadily.

"It's hard armor. Even my spear can't pierce it. How can I fight this battle? It's not obvious that they are bullying people... "Don't ask if you can't help being scared. It's just an ordinary pawn of the black side. The rigidity of the armor on his body has reached such a shocking level. If you meet the leader level of the other side, don't you even have the power to fight back?

Mo can't help but feel depressed, but he can't think about it. Even if he wants to leave the battlefield, he can't do it. In the cultivation space, Mo can either fail or succeed, and there's absolutely no chance to give up halfway. Because at this moment, he is in the middle of the battlefield. Looking around, he can see countless black and white generals fighting against each other, The scene was bloody and terrible.

Mo Wen and the middle-aged man in front of him were just a drop in the ocean. At this moment, Mo Wen's eyes suddenly contracted. He saw that not far in front of him, there was a man in black armor, riding a strange monster with a dragon head horse, rushing across the battlefield. It could be said that he was invincible. With a wave of his sword, he could see that he was walking in front of him, The white soldier within a few feet of his body immediately spattered with blood and countless casualties. No one was his opponent. If he continued to kill like this, there would soon be only one person left. How could he fight this battle? Don't ask if you are defeated without fighting

In addition, not far from the black armor leader riding on the monster, there was a general wearing white armor. He was also riding on a strange looking monster, fighting madly in the crowd. With a wave of the spear in his hand, he threw a shower of blood. The black armor soldiers around him passed by one after another under their spears, and were stabbed to the heart. Soon, The two leaders of the two camps, black and white, mercilessly killed the enemy in front of them and quickly met each other. They had the same strength, and they were both the accomplishments of the early days of the realm of heaven. As soon as they met, they had a fight, and they were almost the same. In a moment, it was completely difficult to tell the outcome.

"I understand that in the face of absolute strength, the armor on the other side is not impossible to penetrate!" Mo Wen suddenly realized that he could not penetrate the armor of the other side, not because the armor was unbreakable, but because he was not strong enough. If not, why did the white helmeted general just wave his hand and pass the enemy through his heart? In the face of absolute strength, all enemies are paper tigers, vulnerable.

It's a long story. In fact, it's just something that happens in an instant when you look around.

At this time, the middle-aged man in black armour, holding a big knife again, with a grim smile on his face, rushed towards Mo Wen.

"It seems that if we want to win this war, we must kill more enemies. Didn't the old guy just say that? The more you kill the enemy, the faster your strength will increase. " At the thought of this, Mo Wen's eyes were red, and his body moved. Without hesitation, he quickly turned around and rushed towards the middle-aged man.