Chapter 1378

What Mo Wen should do at this time is to kill the first enemy. As long as he improves his strength, he can kill the second, the third, and even more enemies. Only in this way can he improve his cultivation and enter the next level.

When Mo Wen rushed forward, his spear was like a dragon on the sea. He suddenly stabbed his opponent's throat. He knew that with his current strength, he could not penetrate his opponent's armor at all, so he had to stab his opponent's throat. Only by taking risks, could he have a glimmer of hope of victory. Mo Wen also gave up.

The throat is also the only place where the black middle-aged man's armor is not covered. Even his face and head are covered by a black helmet, showing only a pair of cold and vicious eyes. In an instant, they quickly tangled together. The middle-aged man's cultivation is not much different from Mo Wen's, which is also the strength of the middle-term xuanjing. In the situation of equal strength, the middle-aged man's cultivation is the same as Mo Wen's, Two people instantly fight a hard to separate, equally.

It's very hard for Mo Wen. It's one step away. For Mo Wen, if he doesn't attack with all his strength, he won't be equal to this guy at all. But in this way, Mo Wen's energy consumption is greater. If he can't kill this guy in the shortest time, he will be the only one who dies.

"Click!" At this time, an arrow shot from nowhere suddenly hit the middle-aged man's waist. Under the pain, the black middle-aged man could not help but raise his head and utter a heartrending cry of pain. His body shook violently and almost fell to the ground. Don't ask, this is really a good opportunity. When is it better not to kill him at this time?

Without hesitation, Mo immediately did not hesitate. With a wave of his spear, he stabbed him in the throat like lightning.

"Click!" In the burst of blood, this guy immediately opened his eyes and his body fell to the ground heavily. He couldn't die in peace, because if it wasn't for the long arrow that just shot from nowhere, he would have had enough confidence to defeat Mo Wen. Who knows, it was unfortunate that he was hit by the arrow on the battlefield. Like this super battlefield, arrow can be seen everywhere. If he wasn't careful, he would be hit.

"Shua!" When the middle-aged man in Heifang fell to the ground, a wisp of red smoke suddenly gushed out from his eyebrows and instantly penetrated into Mo Wen's eyebrows.

"Boom!" The whole mind is like a thunderclap. Don't ask about the breath on your body. Immediately, with the speed that can be recognized by the naked eye, it rises rapidly. Almost in the blink of an eye, it rises directly from the initial stage of the mysterious realm to the middle stage, and to the cultivation. It takes only one step to advance to the middle stage.

"Ha ha, I see!" Mo Wen's eyes flashed and realized that as long as he killed his opponent, all the strength of his opponent would be transferred to him, so as to continuously strengthen himself. This is the only way to quickly improve his strength on this battlefield, and also a test for Mo Wen.

With a flash of vision, Mo Wen quickly looked around for his prey. Now, in his eyes, the people in the black camp are no longer living people, but tools for him to quickly improve his cultivation. He knew that the strange world of cultivation space in front of him might be illusory and not real, so even if he killed more black soldiers, It doesn't matter.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen has found the next target. Not far from his right side, there is a white soldier fighting fiercely with a black soldier. The black soldier can't beat him.

"Shua!" Mo Wen didn't hesitate to move. He quickly ran to the black soldier's back. His spear stabbed his neck and throat. It was the fatal part that these people couldn't protect. It was also the only part that Mo Wen could use. With the death of this man, Mo Wen's real strength once again advanced by leaps and bounds to the middle upper level.

And the white soldier just looked at Mo coldly, then left without saying a word, and went on looking for his opponent to fight.

"Yes, that's it! There's nothing mean but despicable. As long as you can break through the barrier, what about unscrupulous means? " Mo Wen can't help but be very proud. He constantly cruises in the battlefield, looking for a suitable target. Next, Mo Wen cruises in this huge battlefield. Like a ghost everywhere, when he sees that the black soldier is at a disadvantage or dying, he quickly comes forward, puts on a spear and kills him. In this way, he can't help but feel proud, The whole cultivation of the slain man was smoothly transferred to Mo Wen. Although this method is a bit despicable, Mo Wen didn't care. After all, the previous voice of vicissitudes only let him help Bai Fang win the battlefield, and didn't specify any rules for him. In this case, the fight should be made by himself.

What's more strange is that no one of the white soldiers, even when they saw Mo Wen's behavior similar to * *, expressed their opinions. They just let him improve easily. Whenever Mo Wen killed the black soldiers, those who had been fighting with the black soldiers would quickly leave and look for the next target.

In this way, Mo Wen was easy to find the black soldiers who were fighting fiercely with the white soldiers. Moreover, the targets of his attack were those who were about to lose, or who were seriously injured and dying. In this way, Mo Wen's cultivation immediately rose at a discernible speed.

Half an hour later, his cultivation had been promoted from the initial stage of xuanjing to the peak of xuanjing.

"Shua!" I saw the air around a twist, a monster general monster, as if out of thin air, appeared in the Mo asked side.

"This must be my mount!" Don't ask to see this, not from great joy, body move, already soared, quickly sat on this strange shape monster body.

"Kill With the monster mount, Mo Wen suddenly became more powerful. With a move of his mind, the monster mount suddenly turned into a black lightning, and rushed across the whole battlefield. The place where the spear passed immediately threw up a bloody storm. Countless black soldiers, who were weak in strength, were overwhelmed by the spear. Sure enough, as Mo Wen guessed, all of them, It's not that the attack can't be broken. It's just that Mo Wen's strength is not enough. That's why it's so hard to kill.

However, the whole battlefield is too big, and the number of camps on both sides is close to one million in terms of hundreds of thousands. Even if you don't ask about the continuous killing, only a few thousand people will be killed in an hour. Compared with these hundreds of thousands, it's nothing to mention.

If you want to kill all these people, don't you want to kill Mo Wen? Mo Wen's strength has been promoted from the top middle level of xuanjing to the top and later stage of xuanjing.

The more you get to the back, the less accomplishments you can increase if you kill one person. Especially if you kill those black soldiers with simple strength, the more accomplishments you can increase are negligible. After one hour's fighting, Mo Wen is tired and numb, and feels dizzy. Yes, he consumes too much physical strength, If he continues to do so, even if he can kill thousands more people, he will not stick to it. He will collapse and die here.

This is not good. Don't ask. At first, you think you have found the key to win, but the fact is not so simple.

If it's so simple, then there's no need to set up this cultivation space. The setting of each level must have the purpose of cultivation. Don't frown and look at everything in front of you. It seems that it's just a gust of wind here.

Mo Wen's hard work, in any soldier, fighting in the battlefield for a long time, will appear this kind of symptom, and Mo Wen is just alone here, constantly charging to fight, repeating the same action, spear out to kill the enemy, and then close the spear, continue to kill the enemy, a strong sense of psychological fatigue, followed by the ear from time to time, bursts of startling cry to kill, The whole battlefield is a chaotic Shura hell.

Mo Wen's whole body is bloodstained at the moment, but most of the blood is the blood of the enemy. As for his own blood, it was just accidentally stabbed by some flowing arrows, without any influence. He fought and went on. While fighting, Mo Wen was also trying to figure out how to help Bai Fang win the battle. As time went by, another hour passed, The feeling of dizziness was more intense. What he could see and who he could see had become indistinct. The roaring sound in his ear turned into the roaring thunder, which made him gradually unable to hear clearly.

It's over. Can't I get through this? Is that what's killing me here?

No, I'm not reconciled. I'm really not reconciled

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and straightened up his waist. He was still carrying out the action of throwing and withdrawing his spear to kill the enemy. However, under the effect of strong psychological fatigue, his look had become a trance. Slowly, all the soldiers in front of him disappeared and were replaced by dense black and white ant like things.

It seems that countless black and white dots are constantly shaking and jumping in front of their own eyes. What's more terrible is that his eyelids begin to touch frequently. It seems that they may close at any time. This kind of state is a very fatal fatigue syndrome on the battlefield. In fact, it is collapse

Because at the moment, Mo Wen is not willing to fail like this. Under the repeated mechanical action of killing the enemy, he is mentally numb and seems to have no interest in anything in the world.

"Click!" At this time, a sharp sound of the big knife deep into the bone sounded. After a few seconds, Mo Wen couldn't help but excite himself and open his mouth to utter a very painful wail.

In this strong stabbing pain, Mo Wen suddenly woke up from the trance state, looked down, and immediately found that his waist position, is hanging a huge back knife, a black soldier, with a ferocious face holding the handle, standing under the monster, looking at himself.

Although it's in the cultivation space, don't ask how clear the pain is. The blood flowing from him is the same as it is. Don't ask what you seem to realize in the pain. You can't bear the pain and wave the weapon in your hand. You yell: "ah... Go to die..."