Looking at the deafening roar of stone-throwing in the distance, and looking at the overwhelming sense of impact and oppression, Han Feng began to let out a long breath, this is the illusion?

This is the actual scene of the Battle of Griffson!

Even if he watched too many movies about large-scale battles in his previous life, Han Feng only felt his insignificance when he really set foot here, and he really realized what it means to "succeed in one will make ten thousand bones dry".

The honor of the empire is completely based on the sacrifices of countless hot-blooded men, this feeling makes Han Feng's blood begin to boil, looking at the enemy soldiers in the distance who fell like cutting wheat, and looking at the torn corpse in front of him that was smashed by the boulder launched by the trebuchet, Han Feng felt a deep throbbing in the depths of his soul, which was the tremor of his soul.

Thinking back to his previous self, recalling his own experience of the baptism of war, Han Feng cherished life even more, knowing that it was an illusion, but the flesh-and-blood feeling of the soldiers around him echoed in Han Feng's mind.

It is a baptism, a baptism of infinite desire for life.

Han Feng got what he wanted, and as an earth-based shaping mage, he was not very useful in the battle to defend the city, and had nothing to do except tinker.

Han Feng really wanted to stay here and fight with them, but not now, he had other things to do. Thinking of this, Han Feng used his spiritual power to look at his feet, and as his spiritual tentacles passed through the bodies of countless warriors one by one.

Han Feng returned to the center of the magic array.

As long as you want to go back, the illusion will naturally disappear, and the most terrifying thing about the illusion is that everything seems to be true, and it has nothing to do with you, of course, you are fearless. When you have a relationship with yourself, it is easy to be infected by the illusion, and then lost, if you are lost for too long, you will not be able to distinguish whether it is an illusion or a reality, even if you are rescued from the illusion, it will cause great damage to the human spirit, too much.

The spectators in the audience watched the six people on the stage enter the magic array, their expressions were different, some were smiling silly, some were sad, some were afraid on their faces, and they seemed to be blocking something?

And the only one who was awake was Han Feng, looking at the expressions of the candidates around him, Han Feng continued to close his eyes and experience other illusions.

Ninilou and Yu Wenguang looked at Han Feng on the stage, showing a look of surprise, you must know that the first time you enter the illusion, you will either be attracted by the illusion, or you will not be able to withstand the illusion and faint, looking at the current situation of Han Feng, it should be a kind of illusion.

"Ninilou, you see, this kid is a genius of cultivation by nature, this illusion has passed so quickly, you must know that the illusion can change at will, I don't know how many times he can wake up. Yu Wenguang looked at Han Feng with satisfaction, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The second illusion, killing.

It is mainly a test of courage and courage. Just now, Han Feng experienced the tragedy and grandeur of defending the city, and this time the scene continued to change, Han Feng found himself in a battlefield, the city in the distance behind was clearly visible, and in front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, all kinds of remnants of soldiers with broken blades, like a Shura hell.

Behind him was a defensive position made of countless corpses, among which were the dead soldiers of the Glory Empire and the soldiers of the Haoyue Empire, both sides were entangled until death, grabbing each other's necks or heads.

Not far ahead, a thousand-strong infantry phalanx was gradually advancing, and no one survived wherever he passed, and there was no one alive behind Han Feng, only Han Feng himself was left, and the Xuantie Sword in his hand was so real, no different from what he had built.

Hand-to-hand combat happens everywhere here, the long sword in Han Feng's hand is dripping with blood, and from time to time he dodges the sharp arrows shot from afar, and the blood falls to the ground drop by drop along the blood tank, looking at the enemy army who is constantly killing and killing, Han Feng has no fear, and he is arrogant, and he remembers the verses in it.

His mouth began to read word by word, "Men should kill, and kill mercilessly." Thousands of years of immortality, all in the killing, men in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf. If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and if you don't teach a man to wrap her body with a woman's heart, it is a crime to kill one person, and Tu Wan is a hero. Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. ”

As he spoke, he raised his sword and rushed towards the infantry phalanx, countless screams, countless moans, echoing in Han Feng's mind like a demonic sound.

At first, looking at the enemy's childish faces, Han Feng hesitated and couldn't do it. Until the other party rushed over one after another, after encircling and killing, the wolf pack tactics were adopted, a few teenagers in front feintmed, and a few soldiers in the rear took advantage of Han Feng's attention to be attracted by a few teenagers, and the cold gun stabbed Han Feng's back with a scream, Han Feng couldn't dodge, and the teenagers in front grabbed the fighter plane and cut off their hands and feet, while the other stabbed straight to Han Feng's heart.

Han Feng dodged the young man who cut off his feet, and the dark iron sword on one side of his body blocked the sword that the young man stabbed to the heart, no matter what, the knife in his right hand could not be dodged, Han Feng frowned, and used his spiritual power to coat the whole body with a layer of earth armor, the knife came as scheduled and slashed heavily at the small arm of his right hand, the earth armor was shattered, Han Feng was violently rolled to the side, and the rows of spears behind him were shot, at this critical juncture, Han Feng stretched out his hand and waved back, and the row of spears began to be heavily pierced on the ground not far from Han Feng, a young soldier could not withstand the pressure of gravity, the spear broke from the middle, and carried it in the direction of Han Feng。

Han Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the young soldier, the young soldier looked as old as Han Feng, his eyes were full of fierceness, he saw Han Feng grabbing his neck and grabbed Han Feng's hand with both hands, and the other veterans saw this and quickly filled the position, without looking at the two of them, Han Feng had no choice but to let go and retreat, but the young soldier couldn't dodge, and was directly pierced through the chest by seven or eight spears.

Seeing the ferocity of this group of enemy soldiers, Han Feng's nerves slowly began to become numb, and began to clear the spearmen who posed the greatest threat, 2,000 catties of strength smashed into the spearmen who were stabbing around, several people withstood the force and retreated, and the remaining few tigers were bloody, and they were shocked to the ground by the huge force.

Han Feng sideways dodged the spear and quickly followed the spear veteran. With a wave of his left hand, several people were instantly divided into two halves, and several veterans who were shocked struggled to sit up, Han Feng threw out a gravity technique with his hand, and then took advantage of the surrounding enemy soldiers to move inconveniently, and the knife fell, and several human heads flew out of the circle, at this time, the remaining soldiers were also frightened by Han Feng's ferocity, where Han Feng passed, the crowd was retreating, and the circle was rushed out of a gap.

Han Feng did not rush out, but began to rob and kill the soldiers who were besieging him on the edge. At this time, Han Feng no longer left his strength, and every punch used the maximum strength, often one punch can break a person apart, and the Xuantie sword in his hand broke people's weapons, and in less than a while, broken hands and short legs were all around.

The rise of Han Feng's killing, it was not until the entire thousand-man infantry phalanx was slaughtered one by one that Han Feng exhaled and began to reminisce about this feeling.

Although it is only the cultivation of the illusion realm. The blood, the severed limbs, the screams, the dead eyes are so real, they must not be indulged, and they must not be soaked in the heart. Experiencing the artistic conception of killing, the nature must be kept, killing can make one's will tenacious and ruthless, and bloodlust can ignore the strength of the enemy and make oneself full of fighting spirit, these two points are summed up by Han Fengtongguò endless killing.

(Today's fantasy just got off work and slept directly in bed.,It wasn't until about 11 o'clock in the evening that I started to get up and update the code word.,The holiday is over.,Now I'm about to face work.,For a while, the biological clock really can't adapt to it.,Just carefully sort out the proofreading of your own manuscript.,Fantasy waited until the upload was almost 12 o'clock.,But take advantage of today's signing happily.,Fantasy will spend a lot of time proofreading the manuscripts you uploaded before.,To be honest, I just started typography and rehearsed the staggering.,Even a gourd string of paragraphs.,Fantasy really has a little fever on his face. 。 Although I haven't been in school for more than 10 years, I guess my Chinese teacher will be angry with me if I don't go to school for this kind of typography. So I made up my mind to stop the codewords in the past few days, conceived during the day, and typeset seriously at night. Again, fantasies, thank you for enduring my unadorned typography for so many days. Thank you all for your support!)