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In another five days, it was no longer skeletons that appeared on the desert, but this kind of human warrior full of pathologies.

After a few days of training, Ye Heng no longer had the discomfort of killing for the first time, and his sword technique gradually became fruitful.

Just now, more than a dozen human martial artists attacked Ye Heng, and Ye Heng only used thirty-two swords to deal with them.

The last sword is a double sword.

But now Ye Heng's trouble is coming, on the hills in the distance, on the left and right, and behind Ye Heng, there are a large number of sick martial artists.

The number is dense, and you can only see the front but you can't see the tail of the team.

The number is like a flood of locusts, overwhelmingly rushing towards Ye Heng.

Ye Heng was alone, and in the face of such a scene, he didn't feel a little trembling.

The Snow Maiden Fire Spirit appeared behind Ye Heng at the same time, holding up an extremely cold aura in her left hand and a blazing flame in her right hand.

Ice and fire collided in the air, and one after another, the world-destroying ice and fire lotuses appeared in the air.

This is Ye Heng's latest perception, condensing twelve World-Destroying Ice and Fire Lotuses, arranged in the eyes of the Gathering Spirit Array, at the moment of explosion, their power will not be canceled, but will be greatly strengthened.

"The Twelve Lotuses of the World."

The formation had been completed, and the twelve purple lotus flowers flew in all directions like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Twelve sounded in succession, and they exploded in the crowd, and countless warriors were blown up and their limbs flew sideways.

At the end of the explosion, the aura in the air seemed very chaotic, and Ye Heng lifted an ice sword with one hand and rushed towards the front.

Don't be cowardly, just do it.

Even in the face of thousands of troops, Ye Heng still chose to rush forward and face up.

He didn't want to die here, even if he didn't know what would happen if he was killed here, but wasn't his fate in his own hands?

As soon as he made contact with the martial artist in front of him, Ye Heng raised his hand and swung the ice sword hard, and the martial artist on the opposite side was dismembered.

During these few days of killing, Ye Heng had a further understanding of swordsmanship, and he had already initially understood what sword qi was.

Ye Heng's feet kept moving on the wasteland, looking for the eye of the formation with his feet, and carving the formation.

His hand didn't rest, the ice sword had a stream of ice mist, and a strong sword aura. When the knife goes up, there will always be blood splashing.

There are many enemies, no matter which direction he goes, Ye Heng will have to face a siege of at least twenty people.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and it didn't take long for Ye Heng to have several scars on his body.

On the immature face, a three-centimeter-long knife wound appeared, and there was still a little blood flowing out.

What should I do, what should I do if Ye Heng is disfigured? Su Xin would not like him.

What about thousands of troops, Ye Heng broke through all the way to the north, and a bloody road was already lying behind him, but there were many enemies, advancing thousands of meters to the north, still surrounded by the enemy.

A sword pierces the heart, a sword kills, Ye Heng's subordinates no longer know how many souls.

Raise the sword and fall.

Fly, slash.

Ye Heng had already changed more than a dozen ice swords, and in this kind of high-intensity battle, Ye Heng's understanding of swordsmanship became more and more profound, and ordinary swords could not satisfy him.

He swore that he would find a good sword in the family when he went out alive this time.

Another martial artist fell, the ice sword in Ye Heng's hand shattered again, and he fell into a bitter battle, making it difficult to move a single step.

In the other two spaces, Ye Tianyu and Chen Xinyu were also surrounded by countless martial artists.

Ye Tianyu has been accompanied by death all year round, and his killing methods have long been skillful, the war hammers in both hands are wide open, and the body parts of many martial artists have been dented to varying degrees.

The most brutal thing was that Ye Tianyu jumped up and hit the enemy's head like a whack-a-mole.

The feeling is that the watermelon explodes instantly, and the watermelon soil inside splatters everywhere.

Chen Xinyu on the other side was not so relaxed.

He hasn't used his martial soul to fight for many years, and his use of martial arts is becoming more and more rusty, and he has just recovered his soul power, and he has encountered such an earth-shattering, big scene of crying ghosts and gods, he really can't resist.

This is true, but this is indeed a kind of honing of his martial arts.

Holding a golden spear in his hand, his whole body is full of golden light, his martial soul is called the Golden Holy Spear, when this kind of group of people singles you out, it can be said that this weapon has a certain advantage.

A golden light swept through the crowd, breaking through the camp of the rival warriors.

Chen Xinyu's footsteps are very steady, and the hand holding the golden gun is also moving regularly.

Open the bow left and right, and meet the enemy in front and back.

The wasteland beneath his feet was already red, both his enemies and his own.

But he had been absent for three years and had not cultivated, which was indeed a regrettable thing for him.

Chen Xinyu's physical strength gradually ran out, and the recovery of his soul power couldn't keep up with the consumption, and his movements became slow.

The golden spear in his hand stabbed forward into the chest of a warrior, and several warriors appeared behind him, and due to the physical obstruction, he was unable to directly pull the golden spear out of the warrior's chest and back to block the attack behind him. Seven or eight long swords pierced his body.

His eyes slowly closed and he fell to the ground.

"Dead?"

"No, I'm not dead."

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in darkness, unable to see anything but himself.

A voice came to mind in Chen Xinyu's ear.

"You failed the test, but you killed 7,396 desert warriors, and rewarded my martial arts bloodthirsty and two-level soul power."

What kind of martial art is bloodthirsty Chen Xinyu didn't know, but the two-level soul power allowed him to directly break through to the first order of the Martial Sect.

Even if you fail the test, there is such a reward, but what about the people who succeed in passing the test?

Ye Heng and Ye Tianyu are still there, Ye Tianyu's war hammer is still strong and powerful, will there be much of a problem for a while and a half.

But Ye Heng was in danger, just a sword was slashed, but he didn't expect that he was already weak, was bounced back, and fell to the ground.

Ye Heng was already sore all over, without any strength, and his heart was also bearing a huge burden.

Although he learned to kill, but in this place similar to the Shura field, there are more people killed, and he will feel a strong nausea in his heart.

Falling to the ground gasping for breath, the surrounding desert warriors had already surrounded him, and it seemed that this was the end.

A dazzling light bloomed from Ye Heng's body, Ye Heng advanced again, and under the oppression of death, Ye Heng's desire to survive was reflected.

The martial artist was of the third order, and Ye Heng's soul power instantly returned to its peak state.

The twisting of his legs blocked the sword that the desert warrior inserted downward, and the ice sword in his hand instantly condensed, and he slashed forward three times, and the sword qi condensed out, and the desert warrior within a few meters was instantly emptied.

Ye Heng had already thought clearly, after so many days of fighting, Ye Heng found that these martial artists were even more immune to spiritual attacks, so he felt that these martial artists were even more thoughtless.

In other words, it was an illusion.