And what Mo Wen has to do at this time is to kill the first enemy, as long as he improves his strength a little, he can kill the second, third, or even more enemies, and only in this way can he improve his cultivation in the killing, and break through to the next level.

When Mo Wen rushed forward, the spear in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea, and suddenly stabbed at the throat of the opponent, he knew that with his current strength, he could not penetrate the opponent's armor at all, so he had to stab the enemy's throat, and risk fighting, so as to have a glimmer of hope for victory, Mo Wen was also out of the way.

The position of the throat is also the only place where the armor on the middle-aged man of the black side is not covered, even the face and head are covered by a black helmet, only revealing a pair of cold and vicious eyes, in an instant, the two quickly entangled together, the middle-aged man's cultivation is not much different from Mo Wen's clone, and it is also the strength of the middle stage of the Xuan Realm.

For Mo Wen, if he didn't attack with all his strength, then he wouldn't be evenly matched in front of this guy, but in this way, Mo Wen's physical consumption would be greater, and if he couldn't kill this guy in the shortest possible time, then the only person who died would be Mo Wen.

"Click!" At this moment, an arrow shot from nowhere suddenly stabbed the middle-aged man's waist, the middle-aged man of the black side was in pain, and couldn't help but raise his head and let out a heart-rending pain wail, his body shook violently, and he almost fell to the ground.

Without a trace of hesitation, Mo Wen immediately did not hesitate, and with a wave of the spear in his hand, it stabbed at the person's throat like lightning.

"Click!" The blood burst out, this guy immediately opened his eyes, and the corpse fell to the ground with a bang, he couldn't bat his eyes, because if it weren't for the long arrow that shot from nowhere just now, he would have had enough confidence to defeat Mo Wen, who knows, but he was unlucky to hit the stray arrows on the battlefield, like this super battlefield, stray arrows can be seen everywhere, if you are not careful, you will be hit.

Just as the middle-aged man from the Black side fell to the ground, a wisp of red smoke suddenly poured out from the center of his eyebrows, and instantly drilled into the center of Mo Wen's eyebrows.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The whole mind was like a thunderbolt exploding, and the breath on Mo Wen's body immediately climbed up at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, and almost in the blink of an eye, he directly rose from the early stage of the Xuan Realm to the middle realm, and promoted to cultivation, and it only took one step to advance to the middle realm.

"Haha, I see!" Mo Wen's eyes flashed, and he instantly realized that as long as he killed the opponent, the entire strength of the opponent would be transferred to him, so as to continue to grow himself, this is the only way to quickly improve his strength on this battlefield, and it is also a test for Mo Wen.

With a flash of his eyes, Mo Wen quickly looked around, looking for the prey to start with, and now in his eyes, the people in the Black Fang camp were no longer living people, but tools for him to quickly improve his cultivation, he knew that the strange cultivation space world in front of him was very likely to be illusory, not real, so even if he killed more Black soldiers, it didn't matter.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen had already discovered the next target, and not far to his right, there was a white soldier, and a black soldier was engaged in a fierce battle, and the black soldier was about to be defeated.

"Huh!" Mo Wen did not hesitate to move, quickly ran to the back of the black soldier, the spear in his hand stabbed him fiercely in the neck, throat, is the fatal part that these people are not well protected, and it is also this part, which is the only thing that Mo Wen can use, with the death of this person, Mo Wen's strength has improved by leaps and bounds again, and he has been promoted to the middle and upper realm in one fell swoop.

The white soldier just glanced at Mo Wen coldly, then left without saying a word, and continued to look for his opponent to fight.

"Yes, that's it! There is nothing despicable or despicable, as long as you can pass the level, what if you do whatever it takes?" Mo Wen couldn't help but be very proud, constantly cruising on the battlefield, looking for a suitable target, next, Mo Wen cruising up in this huge battlefield, like a ubiquitous ghost, seeing that there was a black soldier at a disadvantage, or dying, he quickly stepped forward, made up a spear, and killed it, so that all the cultivation of the killed person was smoothly transferred to Mo Wen's body, although this method is a bit despicable and shameless, but Mo Wen didn't care, after all, the previous vicissitudes of life, just let him help White win the battlefield, and did not specify any rules for him, in this case, then this battleIt's up to you to make your own rules.

What's even more bizarre is that those white soldiers, even when they saw Mo Wen's behavior similar to cheating, none of them expressed their opinions, but just let him easily improve his cultivation, whenever Mo Wen killed the black soldiers, those who were originally fighting with the black soldiers would quickly leave to find the next target.

In this way, Mo Wen also ended up easily, specifically looking for those Black soldiers who were fighting fiercely with the white soldiers, and the targets of his attacks were still those who were about to lose, or who were seriously injured and dying, so that Mo Wen's cultivation immediately improved rapidly at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, his cultivation had already improved from the initial stage of the Xuan Realm to the state of the middle level of the peak of the Xuan Realm.

"Huh!" I saw that the air around me was distorted, and a monster-like demon beast, as if out of thin air, appeared next to Mo Wen.

"Presumably this is my mount!" Seeing this, Mo Wen couldn't help but be overjoyed, his body moved, and he had already risen into the air, and quickly sat on this strange-shaped demon beast.

"Kill!" With the demon beast mount, Mo Wen suddenly became like a tiger with wings, and under the movement of his mind, the demon beast mount suddenly turned into a black lightning, and rampaged across the entire battlefield, where the spear crossed, a burst of bloody rain was immediately thrown, and countless black soldiers with shallow strength were vulnerable to attack, and were penetrated by the spear, and sure enough, as Mo Wen guessed, all the people were not unbreakable, but Mo Wen's strength was not enough, so I felt that killing people was so difficult.

But the entire battlefield is too big and too big, and the number of people in the two camps, in hundreds of thousands, can be close to a million, even if Mo Wen keeps killing, an hour later, only a few thousand people have been killed, these thousands of people, compared with these hundreds of thousands, are completely a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning.

If you want to kill all these people, wouldn't you want to exhaust Mo Wen to death? Mo Wen's strength has also been improved from the middle level of the peak of the Xuan Realm to the late stage of the upper level of the peak of the Xuan Realm.

The more you go to the back, the less cultivation you can increase by killing a person, especially if you kill those Black soldiers with shallow strength, the cultivation that can be increased is already very small, completely negligible, through this hour of fighting, Mo Wen has been so tired that his arms are numb, a feeling of dizziness and dizziness, spontaneously, yes, his physical exertion is too great, if he continues like this, even if he can kill thousands of more people, he will not be able to hold on, he will definitely collapse and die here.

This can't be done, Mo Wen felt at first that he had found the trick to win, but the truth is not so simple.

If it is so simple, then there is no need to set up this cultivation space, the setting of each level must have the purpose of cultivation at each level, Mo Wen frowned, looking at everything in front of him, the bloody wind and rain, it seems that it is just a gust of wind here.

Mo Wen's difficulty, in any soldier, fighting on the battlefield for too long, will appear this symptom, plus Mo Wen is just alone here constantly charging and fighting, repeating the same action, out of the spear to kill the enemy, and then retract the spear, continue to spear to kill the enemy, a strong sense of psychological exhaustion, followed by the sound of shocking shouts and killings from time to time, which is also mixed with knives like flesh, the sound of blood shooting, the entire battlefield, completely become a chaotic Shura hell.

Mo Wen is also bloodstained all over his body at the moment, but most of this blood is the blood of the enemy, as for his own blood, it was just accidentally stabbed by some stray arrows, without any effect, fighting, continue, Mo Wen is fighting at the same time, but also trying to find a way to help White win this battle, time flickered, and another hour passed, at this moment Mo Wen, the feeling of dizziness was even stronger, the things and people he could see in front of him had faintly become blurred, and the earth-shattering shouting sound in his ears turned into bursts of rumbling thunder, which made him gradually unable to hear clearly。

It's over, can't I get through this level?

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

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, and he was still constantly carrying out the action of drawing his spear and closing the spear to kill the enemy, but under the effect of strong psychological exhaustion, his expression had become trance, and slowly, the soldiers in front of him all disappeared, replaced by a dense black and white ant-like thing.

It seems that countless black and white dots are constantly shaking and jumping in front of his eyes, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes high and sometimes low, and, what is even more terrifying is that his upper and lower eyelids have also begun to touch frequently, as if they may close at any time, this state is an extremely deadly fatigue syndrome on the battlefield, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is prostration......

Because Mo Wen at this moment, he was unwilling to fail like this, and under the constant repetition of the mechanical action of killing the enemy, his psychology had long been numb, and he seemed to have no interest in anything in this world.

"Click!" At this moment, a piercing sound of a large knife deep into the bones sounded, and it was not until a few seconds after that sound sounded that Mo Wen couldn't help but suddenly feel a stirring spirit in his body, and opened his mouth to let out an extremely painful wail.

Under this strong stinging pain, Mo Wen suddenly woke up from that trance, looked down, and immediately found that there was a huge back-opening knife hanging from his waist, and a black soldier, holding the handle of the knife with a hideous face, stood under the demon beast, looking at himself with a look in his eyes.

Although this is in the cultivation space, the pain that Mo Wen feels is so clear, the blood flowing from his body is the same as the real thing, so fishy, Mo Wen seems to realize something under the severe pain, endures the severe pain, and is unwilling to fail to wave the weapon in his hand, and roars angrily: "Ah...... Die for me......"