The wind whistled through the snowfield full of snowflakes, and a two-meter-long Mo knife slashed through the air with a hum, instantly cutting off these snowflakes flying in the wind, and then with the sound of the wind, it slashed across the waists of the three samurai like chopping melons and vegetables.

There was not a single drop of blood splattered, there was not a single wail, only a moment later, the three samurai began to break from their waists, split into two pieces and fell on the snow, and then their bodies exploded in an instant, turning into countless fine dust, led by the wind and snowflakes with the snowflakes.

I don't know how many times the spirit realm has swung the knife, he only knows that after swinging the Mo knife in his hand vigorously and spinning it around, a row of warriors will fall under the knife and turn into dust, at this moment there is more space under his knife, but the next moment, these warriors like ants will quickly fill these spaces.

The sword can't stop, the body can't stop, these samurai are endless, but there is only one life of their own. Although his body is already scarred, he can clearly feel the existence of his life, which is a rare enjoyment.

What kind of territory is this spiritual realm still unknown, he only knows that after coming to this place, he feels that there is a pair of invisible big hands behind him controlling this vast killing game, and the rules of the game are formulated by them, there are no spells, they can't open and hang, they can only honestly take their weapons and fight with them according to the rules of these cold weapon eras, but when will it end, this is an unknown answer.

I don't know if it was the fatigue of the body or the collapse of the mind, when the spirit domain swung the knife again, he found that he had only killed one, and the space shrank again, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and then saw his arm spinning and flying into the air.

Bright red blood gushed out of his arm, and the snowflakes flying in the air instantly turned a strange red, like the red plum blossoms that bloomed.

Lingyu just snorted and didn't take care of the mutilated arm anymore, and didn't stop the bleeding, because there was no need, people who would die in a short time would still care if they would become crippled, what they had to do now was to fight to kill these warriors before they fell, and killing one more was to earn money, although these guys didn't seem to have the concept of life, but the big man could fall to the ground and be slaughtered, which was absolutely impossible.

A narrow road is rapidly appearing in the black oppressive crowd, and on this narrow road, there are constantly human parts and organs flying into the air, and then quickly exploding in the air and turning into countless dust.

The pioneer of the narrow road is Zhang Yi, who has long hair, red eyes, and two fangs in his mouth, and he is holding two two-meter-long Mo knives in both hands at the moment, roaring and waving to the left and right sides, fast like a machine, and a road immediately appears everywhere he goes.

In the dense black oppressive crowd, in an oval arc, a young man who was missing an arm and half-kneeling on the ground was frantically waving his knife to make a final struggle, and on the other side, a narrow tunnel was fighting towards his location, if you look down from a high altitude, it is very much like an exclamation point, this is lamenting the injustice of fate, or lamenting the fear of death and killing!

The circle of the exclamation point is gradually shrinking, and by the time the line of the exclamation point joins the circle, the circle is submerged.

The handsome young man had collapsed in a pool of blood, his left hand and legs were gone, and his bones were leaking with blood.

Lingyu winked at Zhang Yi with his eyes that were almost covered in blood, and the corners of his mouth were difficult to hook up and leak a rare smile, and time froze.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and before Zhang Yi could express any emotion, he swung a long Mo knife and spun around his head to repel a wave of attacks.

From the reflection of the blade, Zhang Yi saw his almost beastly appearance, he thought of a dream he had not long ago, the dream himself is exactly the same as now, if you find out the difference, it is consciousness, there was almost no consciousness at that time, but now the consciousness is very clear, can distinguish between friend and foe, and find the target to kill.

When Mo Dao danced again in Zhang Yi's roar, how he hoped that this time would still be the same as last time, and when the dream woke up, everything was the same, and everyone was still living a good life of eating and waiting for death in peace and comfort.

"Poof"

A sound of muscle cracking sounded, and Zhang Yi clearly saw a silver glittering Mo knife burst out of his ribs. He screamed and jumped in the air and slashed down, and the three warriors instantly split in two from the middle.

Looking at the knife embedded in his ribs, he slammed it towards the tip of the knife, and the Mo knife flew backwards with a stream of blood for nearly ten meters, and a temporary gap appeared in front of him within ten meters.

These samurai are not afraid, because there is nothing more fearful than losing their own lives, but if they have no life, no pain, they will become invincible.

But now Zhang Yi is the same, when he watched everyone around him fall and he was destined to be unable to protect himself, he instantly had no hope of living, just gritted his teeth and slashed down one by one.

Slowly, Zhang Yi's body seemed to become much more flexible, he could jump more than three meters high with a bounce, jumping and diving down from the air to slash, standing on top of them and inserting the sharp Mo knife into their heads.

Wherever the blade went, the corpses flew, making firecracker-like noises in the air and turning into fine dust, and the white snow field continued to have a crackling sound echoing, like a festive celebration.

Time on the snow field is slowly passing, and the snowflakes that have stopped have begun to fall again, and one of the Mo knives in Zhang Yi's hand, who has been fighting for a long time, has become like a jagged tooth, while the other one has disappeared.

He felt a little tired, and threw the Mo knife in his hand forward with all the strength of his body, and the Mo knife whistled through the chests of a dozen samurai, and finally landed on the head of a samurai.

Then he climbed over the heads of the crowd like an ape, got on all fours, and ran forward with all his might on the heads of the warriors.

The roaring wind whistled in his ears, and the snowflakes covered his body, and within a moment the ice began to freeze between his brows, but he could never see the border.

No matter how fast or far Zhang Yi runs, his eyes are always white, and there are always warriors standing densely under his feet.

He seemed to be a little angry, the red in his eyes was even more intense, his two fangs even became longer, and what was even more terrifying was that he looked at these warriors under his feet and instantly became a little hungry, and he actually swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth.

Zhang Yi felt that he was about to go crazy, because he clearly saw that his upper body did not listen to his command, and slowly poked his head into the face of the warrior.

He tried his best to resist this abnormal behavior, but the sticky saliva that kept falling from the corners of his mouth told him that his body was slowly losing his mind, like a monster transforming, and the uncontrolled monster in his dream not long ago was coming back.

The mask on the samurai's face flew in the air, and a large black hole appeared on his face, and a large piece of flesh and blood was already contained in Zhang Yi's mouth.

He chewed with his eyes closed, the piece of meat turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared in his chewing, Zhang Yi felt a little angry, he violently lifted the long hair covering his eyes, and roared like a gust of wind rolling up and down in the samurai.

These warriors didn't have time to attack, and everywhere Zhang Yi went, he would see warriors who lacked faces, ears, noses, and turned into dust.

Slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and the pieces of meat that had been gnawed off would swallow into his stomach before they could turn into dust, and at the same time, his mind was completely out of control, and his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

From the outside, Zhang Yi now looks like an ape, his whole body is covered with black hair, his two fangs are exposed and torn mercilessly, his nails have become very long and sharp, like a sharp blade, tearing apart the skin of the human body very easily.

Another gust of wind came out, and the red plum blossom petals in the sky fell one after another, quietly falling on the white snow.