I'm angry too.

Even if I don't want to kill someone for no reason, I can't stand being killed countless times in a row.

This guy seems to have taken notice of me.

I finally understood the difference between the battlefield and reality.

Actually, I've always understood that.

The battlefield and reality are not the same.

The so-called battlefield is a world where you kill you without killing anyone, and in this place, there is no reason at all.

Perhaps, you don't know the person across from you at all, you don't know his name, you don't know how old he is, and if there are any relatives in the family.

There is no grudge between him and you at all, you are just two completely unrelated people.

However, in the special environment of the battlefield, even two completely unrelated people can only raise their weapons and kill each other.

This is the battlefield, where there is no mercy, no reason, there is only a rule that you don't kill people and don't kill you.

Finally, for the first time, I grabbed the sword tightly in my hand.

For the first time, in my heart, a strong urge to kill emerged.

The sword trembled slightly.

Seeing the creep rushing across from me, I suddenly let out a howl and rushed towards the creep.

As the machete in the soldier's hand swung up, I had rushed into the soldier's arms.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the armor on the creep's body, the heart pierced, and I could feel a warm liquid spraying on my face.

The bloody heat made both of my eyes crimson.

When he did it for the first time, after killing a person who had nothing to do with him, the fear that had been shrouded in his heart seemed to disappear in this instant.

It was as if something had been turned on and a valve had been opened, and a kind of downright madness deep in my heart was surging at this moment.

Kill, kill, kill......

This only word, constantly spinning in my mind, makes my current appearance look extremely hideous.

But alas, I forgot what this place was, it was a battlefield.

There will not be only one enemy on the battlefield.

Just as I was falling into that urge, I felt a sudden stabbing pain in my chest, and a spear pierced my heart.

......

Your sister.

At this time, I had an urge to curse in my heart.

Really, only angry swearing may be able to vent all the unhappiness in my heart.

Your grandmother's, Lao Tzu finally survived, and finally did it, and before he had time to taste what it was like, he was killed immediately in the next moment, which is too bullshit, right?

Once again, I am in the middle of this battlefield.

I don't know when that guy will let me out, I only know that if I don't want to die here, there is only one thing I can do, and that is to kill people, and only in this way can I live.

The sword in his hand was constantly waving.

One life after another, died in front of me.

Beside me, a large body lay down.

In the same way, I have died I don't know how many times, and if I am not careful, I will die here.

Although I knew that I would soon be in this battlefield again, the pain before I died was deeply tormenting my soul, telling me how uncomfortable it was.

The sword has been broken, it doesn't matter, there are weapons on the ground.

The body is tired, stiff, it doesn't matter, the strong will, can still control this body, even if it is like a rusty machine, it can still keep wielding the weapon in its hand.

Reincarnated a hundred times, a thousand times?

I finally understood how Lao Bai's killing sword was formed.

The battlefield, in this kind of place, there is simply no time for you to perform any fancy swordsmanship.

You don't have that kind of opportunity at all.

All you can do is to end the enemy's life in the simplest and most direct way, and the blade in your hand will touch the enemy's body as soon as possible, and you will have an extra chance to live.

Playing with technology in this kind of place is an act of stupidity.

I have already learned all the moves that Lao Bai taught.

But when it came to using it on the battlefield, I found that things were not so simple, even if they were very simple moves, but if you wanted to use those moves perfectly, it was definitely not an easy thing.

In the midst of these thousands of reincarnations of death, those simple swordsmanship are forming an imprint in my mind, becoming something like instinct, printed on my body.

As soon as I raised my hand, I knew exactly what to do next.

My body's natural response was even faster than the consciousness in my brain.

I didn't have to think about it at all, as long as I had a weapon in my hand, I knew exactly how to fight.

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

I had a halberd in my hand, supporting my exhausted body.