Mo Wen faintly felt that he seemed to be in a long space-time tunnel, and he was flying forward involuntarily, as if it had been just a few minutes, and it seemed that a century had passed, and the darkness in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Mo Wen's body fell to the ground with a bang.

The original ground seemed to have fallen into a huge pit, giving Mo Wen an upside-down onion.

A carp got up from the ground, Mo Wen suddenly opened his mouth wide in amazement, and he couldn't close it for a long time, here, it was a completely different world, that is to say, he passed the test of the level of meditation just now.

And here, the reason why it is different is because here, not only people, but also the number of people is unusually large, Mo Wen's location at this moment, is the top of a high mountain, from here down, below is an endless plain, if only like this, it is just that, on the plain, there are dense, countless soldiers and horses.

Those soldiers and horses, divided into two camps, are unfolding an extremely fierce bloody battle at the moment, shouting to kill the sky, the thick smell of blood, drifting with the wind, even Mo Wen's clone standing on the top of this mountain, about ten thousand feet away from the battlefield, can still clearly smell that the camp where the two soldiers and horses are located, one side wears black armor, and the other side wears white battle armor, which can be described as black and white, just like the black and white sides on the chessboard.

At a glance, Mo Wen can clearly see that at this moment, the people in the White camp are at a disadvantage, both in terms of numbers and overall strength, they are inferior to Black, and they are completely pressed and beaten by Black, 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 for his cultivation.

"Do not disgrace the mission to help White win, if you lose, then fail to break through, go!" In the void, the voice of the old man who has been vicissitudes of life came again, and then a strange wind blew, rolling Mo Wen's clone, and suddenly fell into the battlefield, this power, even if it is a person like Mo Wen, there is no room for resistance at all, he has not come back to his senses, his feet have just landed, Mo Wen quickly has a combined white battle armor on his body, holding a Zhangba spear, exactly the same as the outfit of other ordinary soldiers.

Wow, isn't this a duck on the shelf? I was pushed down before I could see the situation?

Although Mo Wen had no bottom in his heart, he had always been not afraid of everything, so he smiled disdainfully, raised the weapon in his hand, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just to help White win the war......?

After speaking, Mo Wen shouted angrily and rushed forward.

Previously, on the top of the high mountain, although he was thousands of feet away from the battlefield, but Mo Wen, who had reached a certain level of cultivation, swept away his divine thoughts, and found out the strength of the two camps on the battlefield.

Even if there are hundreds of thousands of horses on the black and white sides combined, Mo Wen is confident enough to be able to kill them all with the strength of one person, not to mention the help of the white camp, the test of these two levels is simply easy.

However, Mo Wen was too proud, just when Mo Wen was secretly proud, a middle-aged man in black armor next to him found that there was another person here who was stunned, with a strange smile on his face, and he didn't know what he was in a daze, so he immediately moved his body without hesitation, holding a mountain knife on his back, and raised it frantically, and slashed it viciously towards Mo Wen's head.

"I can't help myself!" Mo Wen snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the spear in his hand had already been thrown to the ground by him, a super strong person with his strength did not need this steel spear as a weapon at all, at the same time, Mo Wen's left hand waved at the black-armored middle-aged man casually: "Dead ......"

But something terrible happened, with a wave of his left hand, it only emitted a faint wisp of red power, like tickling, and hit the big knife of the middle-aged man in black armor.

Wow, what the hell is going on? How come I only have the power of the early stage of the Xuan Realm?

Mo Wen is very clear about his cultivation level, but with a full blow just now, it is obviously the early stage of the Xuan Realm, and his cultivation level is like this, I am afraid that if he picks any one of them out of Black, he can be defeated.

"Huh?" Mo Wen, who was so frightened, did not hesitate to move, rolled on the spot, and dodged to the side, all of which came too suddenly.

"Click!" The big knife in the hands of the middle-aged man in black armor slashed off Mo Wen's right shoulder dangerously, and the sharp knife wind actually made Mo Wen's right arm appear several shallow blood marks, and the blood slid down, he looked so weak in this cultivation space, as if everything was under control.

"This ...... What's going on?" Mo Wen, who had escaped death, was already as white as paper with fright at this moment, without any blood, and his round eyes were full of disbelief and horror.

"I forgot to tell you that in this second level, your strength is only one-fifth of your true strength...... How to improve, it depends on you killing enemies to improve, the more enemies you kill, the higher your cultivation power. The voice of the old man, who had vicissitudes of life, seemed to come from the nine heavens of nothingness, and sounded directly in Mo Wen's sea of consciousness.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Mo Wen suddenly became furious when he heard this, but no matter how angry he was, the voice in the sky never sounded again.

"Damn, if I hadn't dodged fast just now, I might have become the ghost of the black-armored man's sword, no wonder the test of this second level is for me to assist White and defeat Black, it turns out that my strength has been greatly limited here, and I can only recover my cultivation by playing the lowest level of cultivation to kill the enemy, but how can I help White win this battle?" Mo Wen couldn't help but be secretly depressed, this was indeed a test for him, here, he is the weakest warrior, how easy is it to win this war for White?

At this moment, the middle-aged man in black armor, with a hideous face, suddenly approached, and the mountain knife in his back was spreading, spreading a dazzling cold glow, and he did not hesitate to raise it high, and slashed at Mo Wen who fell to the ground again.

This speed is so fast, even Mo Wen was shocked, here, everything is possible, Mo Wen's skills don't seem to work here, the snake scale dagger can't be used, and the soul ring can't be used, with his current strength in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, how can he take down this middle-aged man? This is the most urgent question Mo Wen is now.

Seeing this, Mo Wen didn't dare to hold it up anymore, his body moved, and he quickly rolled to the spear before, grabbed it with his right hand, and suddenly a carp stood up, stood up from the ground, and stabbed at the man's waist without hesitation.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in black armor slashed heavily on the ground, and the knife fell into the air, and he didn't have time to recruit at all, and he was already stabbed by the spear in Mo Wen's hand at the waist.

"Peng!" But when the spear stabbed the black armor at his waist, there was an earth-shattering sound, and the spear only pierced the armor at his waist into a deep depression, but it was difficult to pierce his body again, Mo Wen was subjected to a strong rebound, and his whole body couldn't help but kick back a few steps, and then he stabilized his footsteps.

"It's such a hard armor, even my spear can't pierce it, how can I fight this battle? Isn't this a clear bully......" Mo Wen's doppelganger couldn't help but change his color in shock, this was just an ordinary pawn on Black, and the stiffness of the protection of the battle armor on his body had reached such a terrifying level, so if he met a leader level figure on the other side, wouldn't Mo Wen not even have the strength to fight back?

Mo Wen couldn't help but be secretly depressed, but it was unthinkable, even if he wanted to leave this battlefield, there was no way to do it, in the cultivation space, Mo Wen either failed or succeeded, and there was absolutely no chance to give up halfway to him, because at this moment, he was in the middle of the battlefield, and when he looked around, he could see countless black and white generals, who were fighting against each other, and the scene was vigorous and bloody, and it was unbearable.

Mo Wen and the middle-aged man in front of him were just a drop in the ocean, at this moment, Mo Wen's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, he saw that not far in front of him, there was a man in black armor, riding a strange demon beast with the body of a dragon-headed horse, rampaging through the battlefield, it can be said to be invincible, with a wave of the big knife in his hand, the white soldiers within a radius of several zhang around his body immediately splashed blood, countless casualties, no one is his opponent, if he continues to let him kill like this, soon only Mo Wen will be left alone, so how to fight this battleDon't ask for defeat without a fight......

In addition, not far from the black-armored leader who rode the demon beast, there was a general wearing a white armor, also riding a strange-shaped demon beast, frantically fighting in the crowd, with a wave of the spear in his hand, he threw a burst of bloody rain, and the black-armored soldiers around him pierced through his chest under his spear, and were stabbed through the heart。

"I understand, in the face of absolute strength, the armor on the opponent's body is not impossible to penetrate!" Mo Wen suddenly realized, it turned out that he could not penetrate the opponent's armor, not because the armor was unbreakable, but because his own strength was not enough, if not, why did the white-helmet general just now, with a slight wave of his hand, pierce the enemy's heart? In the face of absolute strength, all enemies are paper tigers and are vulnerable.

All of this, to say a long story, is actually just something that happened in an instant when Mo Wen looked around.

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

"It seems that if you want to win this war, you must kill more enemies, didn't that old guy just say? The more enemies you kill, the faster your strength will increase. As soon as he thought of this, Mo Wen's eyes burst red, and as soon as his body moved, he quickly turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the middle-aged man in black armor frantically.