The speed at which cultivators outside the realm died instantly became faster.

Nine paths, nine paths, and nine more paths......

The blade, which was more than a meter long, flew like raindrops towards the outside of the field.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa......" The sound of bones being cut off resounded endlessly outside the field.

The speed at which cultivators outside the realm died instantly increased by four or five times.

When the obsession was breeding in Ye Huan's heart, the eyes of the realm spirit staring at Ye Huan hidden in the air not far away lit up, "This kid is good, he can have such a strong obsession again, if he gives a little guidance, he should soon be able to condense the knife heart and knife intent." ”

The first level is hard for him......

After ten minutes of obsession in his heart, the number of cultivators outside the realm suddenly decreased by more than four thousand to nearly five thousand.

Coupled with the more than 3,000 cultivators killed earlier, Ye Huan at this time had killed a total of nearly 8,000 opponents.

When Ye Huan killed five thousand opponents, the speed at which the Frost Realm shrank was greatly reduced in an instant. When the cultivators outside the realm died almost eight thousand, the frost realm stopped shrinking inward and began to slowly expand outward.

Soon, the diameter of the frost field recovered to more than two hundred meters.

After the frost realm returned to normal, in the realm, Ye Huan, who had forgotten everything in his heart, waved the night rain without stopping. It's as if you didn't feel the change in the frost realm.

Ye Huan, who was occupied by obsession in his heart, had only one thought at this time. It's just swinging the knife, swinging the knife, swinging the knife again.

Twisting his body, his right hand is forced, and from time to time his right foot is lightly touched on the ground...... Ye Huan kept waving the night rain, and kept waving the night rain.

The long knife flies up and down like a butterfly, and the knife is like the water of the Yangtze River, endless.

More than twenty minutes later, the last opponent outside the field flashed red, and the corpse disappeared into thin air, turning into a red bead the size of an egg.

According to the speed of killing six or seven with one knife at the beginning, Ye Huan, a cultivator of about two thousand, could kill it in a few minutes, but there were fewer and fewer opponents behind him. The number of cultivators who can be slashed with a single sword has decreased dramatically.

When there were only more than a hundred opponents left, in order to kill the opponent, Ye Huan had to run around, until the end. A single knife can only kill even one or two cultivators. So the two thousand opponents in the back, Ye Huan, killed for more than 20 minutes.

After killing the last opponent, Ye Huan, who had no goal, suddenly moved in his heart, his inner obsession dispersed, and then he came to his senses.

Ye Huan, who woke up, felt a strong sense of exhaustion, and a sense of prostration poured out of his body like a tide.

Ye Huan fainted softly towards the ground as if he had no bones.

With Ye Huan's physical fitness, he would have been tired after cutting more than 30 knives, and he would have been tired, and then he had to rest. But this time, Ye Huan's heart was occupied by obsession, and the strong obsession drove Ye Huan to sweep thousands of troops for more than 30 minutes in a row.

For more than thirty minutes, Ye Huan slashed out thousands of knives.

Although the thousands of knives that were slashed out killed the opponents outside the realm cleanly, they also made Ye Huan's body overdrawn, and Ye Huan was overdrawn from the overdraft.

After falling to the ground, Ye Huan fell asleep directly.

After sleeping for a long time, Ye Huan woke up leisurely.

"Congratulations to the young man, congratulations to the young man," Ye Huan just opened his eyes, and the red-faced realm spirit came to Ye Huan's side, with a happy face, and kept congratulating Ye Huan.

"Have I passed the first level?" Ye Huan's mind was blank, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"Yes, Shaoxia, you have passed the test of the first level. The red-faced Jing Ling looked at Ye Huan and praised, "The young man passed the first level in less than an hour, and the speed at which you cleared the level is extraordinary." A brief comparison shows that you can clear the game at the fastest speed in history. It took more than a year to pass the first level the fastest in front of you......"

What's the use of fast customs clearance, you can't continue to break through if you clear customs quickly, and you won't let me go...... Ye Huan muttered with hatred.

Ye Huan, who finished muttering, sat up.

Ye Huan, who sat up, turned his head and looked around.

It seems that I am in a desert now. There is yellow sand everywhere you can see the naked eye. The yellow sand stretches from the feet to the distance. The whole scene is yellow all over the place.

"It's useful to clear the customs quickly, you clear the customs quickly, I appreciate you, and then I can teach you how to condense the sword heart for free. Knife intent. ”

"Condense the sword heart, the knife intent?" Ye Huan frowned, and said curiously, "What is the use of the sword heart and knife intent?"

"After condensing the sword intent, your sword technique will be greatly powerful, and the power of the sword you slash out will be ten times greater than it is now. ”

"Ah," After the red-faced Jing Ling finished speaking, Ye Huan looked curious, and instantly became interested. "How do you condense the sword intent? Hurry up and teach me, hurry up and teach me. ”

"It's very simple, it is to gather the obsessions in the body, so that the obsessions can be condensed into an invisible knife in the heart, so that the heart of the knife will become. After the knife heart is completed, you use the knife heart when you make a move, so that one move and one style will naturally have the knife intent. Jing Ling, who was blushing, said lightly.

Although the spirit of the realm seems to be very relaxed. But Ye Huan was still confused. "How can we gather the obsessions in our bodies? How can we condense our obsessions into a knife in our hearts? Can you be more specific?"

"Every time I make a move, I forget everything, forget that I am a person, and only imagine in my heart that I am a knife, an indestructible and indestructible knife, so that after swinging the knife thousands of times, the heart of the knife will be condensed. ”

"It's so simple?" Ye Huan was a little unconvinced.

"It's as simple as that. "The blushing face of the realm spirit said.

"Young man, you have passed the first level, and you can get the three corpses I gave you if you pass the first level," Jing Ling said as he raised his right hand and waved it lightly in the air. "This is the interlocutor who died in the second level, you can pick three. ”

A lot of corpses suddenly appeared out of thin air. Floated in the air.

These corpses floated on the desert in the east and west, and they looked particularly scary.

Although there were a lot of corpses in the air, there were many, many fewer corpses here than the dense air in the grass at the beginning.

Staring at the more than 1,300 corpses in the air, the more Ye Huan looked, the more wrong he became, and he always felt that something was wrong. But what exactly is the problem, Ye Huan couldn't think of it all at once.

Suddenly, Ye Huan's heart moved, and he found a question: "Why are so many of these corpses without wounds, how did they die?"

"They were killed by me. The red-faced Jing Ling said calmly.

"Why did you kill them," After the realm spirit finished speaking, Ye Huan was shocked in his heart, and a strong sense of fear came out of his heart.

He's not going to kill me all of a sudden......

"Don't worry, Shaoxia, I won't kill you now. The red-faced realm spirit said to Ye Huan with relief.

After Jing Ling finished speaking, Ye Huan's whole person unconsciously took a few steps back, and the sense of fear, insecurity, and worry in his heart became even stronger.

Don't kill now, when will you kill it, and when will you kill it when you're in a bad mood?......

"Every cultivator who enters the Infinite Secret Realm, there is a limit to the time he can pass through, the first level cannot exceed one hundred years, the second level cannot exceed three hundred years, and the third level cannot exceed six hundred years. Beyond that time I'll strike and kill him. ”

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