The Cold Moon Knife in Zhang Yang's hand glowed red.

The woman's body trembled wildly, "That's right. That's right. ”

"That's what I want, !! fast"

Before the words fell, the long sword in the woman's hand shook and stepped out, appearing directly in front of Zhang Yang.

The long sword's spiritual power fluctuated with dazzling light, and when it was slashed, it sent a sound into the air.

Zhang Yang raised his right hand and blocked the woman's blow with a random cold moon knife.

The two weapons collided and erupted into a terrifying wave, and the strange-shaped trees around them were directly swept away by this air wave.

At this moment, the two of them formed a circle of sunken clearing.

The dagger on the woman's left hand wiped towards Zhang Yang's neck.

Zhang Yang stretched out his right hand and grabbed the woman's wrist, and the spiritual power exploded, and the woman was directly ripped off by Zhang Yang left and right.

"Ahaha, ahaha. ”

The woman let out an even more frantic laugh, not caring in the slightest that her left hand was being ripped off.

The blood spilled Zhang Yang's face wildly, and he raised his foot and kicked the woman directly away.

Wipe the blood from your face on the tip of your left finger and bring it to your mouth and lick it gently.

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth pulled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile, and with his blood-red eyes, the ghost was abnormal.

After being kicked and knocked into several strange trees, the woman thrust the long sword in her right hand into the ground.

Reach out and bring the ankle of the left foot, which has been twisted and misaligned, back to its normal state.

After slowly standing up, looking at Zhang Yang, who was approaching step by step, the woman's face was still crazy.

The pain coming from her ankle made the woman even more bloodthirsty.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

Zhang Yang and the woman frantically attacked, without the slightest defense, and they had only one idea in their hearts.

Decapitate the opponent's head.

Such a fight attracted many monks to observe quietly.

Some of them were relatively timid, and when they saw the crazy killing intent on the faces of these two people, their legs instantly weakened.

Most of the monks, however, were attentive.

The woman's long sword was never as sharp as the Cold Moon Knife.

On the fourteenth time, the sword was cut in two.

But the woman didn't care in the slightest, even if the sword was broken, she was still fearless and just attacked.

The red light in Zhang Yang's eyes became more and more abundant.

There was only one word left in his head.

Kill!!!

It's a very mysterious state.

Looking for a woman's weakness.

Finally, after the woman's long sword broke, Zhang Yang found a trace of weakness.

The fifth gear without a trace was launched under the woman's slight stunned mind.

Cut it in two!!

The blood mist sprinkled down in the sky, dyeing Zhang Yang's entire body red.

However, at this time, Zhang Yang did not stop, sensing the monks who were watching around.

An evil smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.

So!

Right now!

The hunt begins!

The onlookers had not yet seen how Zhang Yang had cut off his opponent in two.

Zhang Yang had already rushed towards the monks around him with the Cold Moon Knife.

Screams resounded throughout the forest.

All the people who were touched by Zhang Yang, whether male or female, had only one end.

Cut it in two!!

The killing frenzy continues.

...

...

Around the ring, the cold kite fairy saw Zhang Yang's eyes red, killing everywhere.

In an instant, he couldn't sit still, and hurriedly asked Huayu to suspend the trial and get Zhang Yang out first.

But at this moment, she can't contact Huayu at all, so she can only turn around in a hurry.

Youling and others were the same, seeing Zhang Yang's different state.

Bloodthirsty, crazy, completely like a different person.

Hua Yu naturally sensed Zhang Yang's changes, but this was the Immortal Decision, and he couldn't suspend the entire second trial ground just because Zhang Yang had a problem alone.

There are at least 800 monks still in the second trial ground.

If Zhang Yang is brought out of it, it is not impossible.

She asked Zhang Yang just now, but she only got one word.

Get lost!!!

Let her almost enter the space directly, and beat Zhang Yang half to death to relieve her anger.

Now that Zhang Yang has answered her words, it proves that Zhang Yang still has a sane existence at this moment.

Therefore, Huayu did not take the initiative to pull Zhang Yang out of the space.

Continue to maintain the operation of the entire twenty proving grounds.

Although her cultivation reached the sky, so many monks fought in it.

and also need her to broadcast these fighting scenes.

It just needs her attention to be focused.

...

...

Zhang Yang cut the last monk who fled in half with a single sword.

He sat on the floor, gasping for air.

The Cold Moon Knife in his hand fell to the ground.

A breeze blew through his blood-stained body.

Let his eyes dim a little red.

Kill!!!

Kill!!!

One word kept repeating in my head.

Closing his blood-red eyes, Zhang Yang was silent in this feeling.

A door appeared in my head.

Blood-red gates.

tempted Zhang Yang to push the door open.

Zhang Yang's will was attracted, a little, a little closer to this gate.

As his consciousness approached the door.

A crack opened in the blood-red and monstrous door.

A purer, more crazy, and more violent aura enveloped Zhang Yang's entire consciousness.

Until he passed out and lost consciousness completely.

...

...

Zhang Yang stood in a blood-colored world.

Opposite him, a person held the Cold Moon Knife in his hand, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

It's like seeing prey, and it's exciting.

After careful inspection, the person on the other side turned out to be exactly like him.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a step back, a sticky feeling came out of his feet, and he looked down to see that it was full of blood that was about to dry up.

The smell of blood came to his nose, making Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Holding back the feeling of nausea, he looked at the crazy 'self' in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The blood-red eyes of 'myself' smiled evilly, "I am you." ”

Zhang Yang took a step back again, and the blood-red eyes of 'himself' took a step forward.

"Why are you running away?"

Zhang Yang didn't speak, frowning tightly.

"Why did you run away?"

The blood-red eyes of 'self' stepped out and stood directly in front of Zhang Yang.

His eyes were tightly matched with Zhang Yang.

"Are you scared of yourself?"

"Are you afraid that you are also a pervert?"

"Are you afraid you'll become a monster?"

"Hahaha, that's funny, you're actually a monster"

"Think back, after the first killing, oh, yes, that bandit was called. ”

"That's right, it's him, you didn't have any waves in your heart after you killed him, and even killed all the bandits. ”

"Your internal force is denying, you want to say that this world is something you have crossed over, and the characters in it are just NPCs. ”

"They have feelings, but you only treat them as a pile of data?"

"It's really ridiculous, I still need to find a high-sounding reason for killing people. ”

"Do you find such a double standard interesting?"

Zhang Yang retreated step by step.

Horrified in his heart, did he really think like this in his heart?

Are the people in this world just NPCs to him?

No, it shouldn't.

Think of the people in the village of Rising Stars, when they learn that those people were brutally killed.

How much I hate it in my heart, how much I can't believe it.

The blood-red eyes of the 'self' suddenly stopped, looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Haha, sure enough, are you a three-year-old child? ”

Zhang Yang said angrily, "Bastard, although I don't know who you are, you dare to trample on my inner feelings like this." ”

Zhang Yang clenched his hands, clenched them into fists, and punched at the blood-red eyes of 'himself'.

Zhang Yang's punch was gently stopped by 'himself', and he saw 'himself' hand rise and fall.

Zhang Yang's right hand was cut off, and a heart-rending pain came, and Zhang Yang took a step back with a muffled snort.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his head, and when he looked at the broken arm of his right hand, there was no blood flowing out.

And there was only a black hole wound at the fracture.

He threw the severed arm on the ground, and the severed arm that had fallen to the ground turned into black powder and disappeared.

And black powder also appeared at Zhang Yang's broken arm, gradually forming the appearance of an arm.

Finally, Zhang Yang's right hand recovered.

'He' stopped laughing and said coldly, "You killed me, you are still you." ”

"If I kill you, then I am you. ”

"I think it's better for you to stand there obediently and let me wipe my neck. ”

'He' shook the Cold Moon Knife in his hand and was about to make a move.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth and asked: "Although I don't understand what you said at all, it seems a bit too much for you to let me fight you with a knife with my bare hands." ”

'He' laughed, and didn't answer, the Cold Moon Knife in his hand drew a gorgeous arc in his hand.

slashed at Zhang Yang's head, and at the same time spoke, "Look at it, how to use the knife." ”

Zhang Yang wanted to dodge, but no matter how he dodged, he couldn't even dodge this knife after using it in the fifth gear.

The head rises and falls.

Zhang Yang's consciousness was in a trance for a short time, and after a while, he returned to normal and touched his head with his hand.

Looking at 'him' who had retreated at this moment, my heart became more and more strange.

'He' had a smile on his face, "For the first time." ”

Immediately after that, the second knife.

The third knife.

Fourth knife.

The fifth knife.

...

...

So far, Zhang Yang has been killed 1,742 times.

He was impatient, "Why aren't you dead?"

Zhang Yang was a little helpless, although every time he was killed, there would be severe pain.

However, the severe pain came a lot, and Zhang Yang got used to it.

Now sitting on the ground with a pile of sticky blood, looking at 'him' helplessly.

"I see what you said before was very awesome, I thought you were very powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so weak. ”

'He' looked a little annoyed, and the Cold Moon Knife flashed red at this moment.

This knife gave Zhang Yang a very bad feeling, and he quickly stood up with a vigilant face.

The trail of the knife was captured in his eyes, and he experienced death nearly 2,000 times.

Zhang Yang could finally clearly understand a long blood-red line in the trajectory of the knife, which connected him and 'him'.

A thought suddenly appeared in his heart, as long as this line was broken, this knife would not hurt him.

But how do you break this line?

Looking down, he suddenly found that his right hand was holding the Cold Moon Knife tightly at the moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yang cut off this blood-red long line with a knife.

Then he stopped where he was, and sure enough, his knife was cut into the air.

At the moment when 'he' cut the air, Zhang Yang raised his knife and drew a deadly arc.

This time the result was reversed.

'He' head flew up in the air, looking at Zhang Yang ghostly and smiling.

Zhang Yang's figure slowly turned into a virtual shadow from this space and gradually disappeared.

"This kid was much stronger than me back then, and he didn't have it two thousand times, and he was able to enter the Tao of killing. ”

'He' smiled faintly as he returned to his original form.

Another voice rang out from the Cold Moon Knife that fell into the sticky blood.

"Are you sure you want to help him like this?"

'He' shook his head, and it was really uncomfortable to be beheaded.

"Help him, you're mistaken, old friend. ”

Leng Yuedao's voice sounded, "Aren't you helping him?" Have you been locked up for too long to produce a tsundere attribute?"

"Phew, you stinky knife, I just see hope that I can get out again. ”

"Haha, you're saying this as if it's my fault that you're locked up here. ”

"Isn't it?"