In this heaven and earth, the sound of shouting and killing resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and the blood light stained the sky red.

Qi Ming knew in his heart that these flesh-and-blood warriors were just another special kind of soul tower spirit, so at the beginning of the fight, he was ruthless, holding the long sword in his right hand and flying quickly, like a scythe of death, every time the sword was cut down, a large number of warriors would fall.

His teal shirt was covered in blood in just a few breaths!

On the delicate face on the battlefield, there was red blood and sharp eyes...... It's like killing a god to come into the world!

That is, in a few moments, the number of dead warriors is rapidly increasing, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand...... Ten thousand...... Fifteen thousand......

Countless severed limbs on the ground, rivers of blood.

Qi Ming's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, although he had killed people before, he still didn't like killing in his heart, and he often left a line in his work, and he would not kill people if he was not driven to a dead end.

Killed so many soldiers this time, although he knew in his heart that this was the soul tower spirit, but seeing this real blood, real death, greatly affected his state of mind, originally he thought he was a ruthless person, originally he thought that he should not blink when he killed, but today he knew that the feeling of killing one person is different from killing 10,000 people......

The reason why he was able to continue to swing the golden sword in his hand after killing tens of thousands of people was completely because the momentum on his body was supporting him at the beginning, and it was completely his strong nerves supporting him.

"Kill!" a young man came out of the army, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and rushed towards Qi Ming.

With this roar, the warrior's momentum suddenly increased, drowning the sharp sword light in Qi Ming's hand.

Bang bang!

With a roar, Qi Ming's figure was lifted, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and he spurted blood once, and the blood mist that spurted out was mixed with the blood in the air, and it was impossible to tell whose blood was who.

Qi Ming collapsed in a pool of blood, covered in blood.

After he was defeated, those soldiers didn't take the opportunity to chase and kill, and the young man with a spear in his hand walked up to Qi Ming, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What about the momentum you had just now?"

"Any idea why I didn't just kill you?"

"I'm just going to completely crush that momentum on your body!"

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Qi Ming looked up at the contemptuous smile, then looked up and struggled to stand up.

Boom!

The young man slapped the spear in his hand down, directly slapping Qi Ming's head into the blood on the ground.

"Surrender, just surrender, and I'll give you a good time!"

"I won't surrender!" Qi Ming said firmly, he knew very well in his heart that as long as he said surrender, his challenge should be completely defeated.

"What can you do if you don't surrender? Do you still have that indomitable momentum?" the young man said lightly.

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"Why is it all like this, and you don't declare the failure of the challenge?"

"Looks like you're going to be tortured!"

"It's already strong enough to be able to kill so many fighters!"

"Surrender!"

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When the onlookers saw the extremely tragic battle on the Soul Tower, they all sighed, feeling that the battle should be over.

"Hmph, it's time to die this time!" Ye Qiuyue snorted coldly when she saw the scene of Qi Ming falling, with a kind of pleasure in her words.

The gloom on Song Jingzhi's face dissipated without a trace, and he said indifferently: "The jumping beam clown is the jumping beam clown, no matter how you jump, you can't jump up!"

"Momentum?" Qi Ming muttered to himself, at the beginning, he felt that everyone here was so weak, he could kill hundreds of people with a single sword, and as the battle continued, the power of the sword in his hand became smaller and smaller, and now the young man in front of him actually gave him an unbeatable feeling?

Is this a delusion?

Or is there a direct relationship between one's own momentum and combat effectiveness?

Thinking of this, Qi Ming suddenly grabbed the golden long sword in his hand and slashed forward.

Clang!

The young man pushed the spear in his hand forward, and the young man flew out with the spear in his hand!

However, at this time, another young man came up behind Qi Ming and stepped directly on Qi Ming's back, directly stepping Qi Ming into a pool of blood.

Qi Ming looked at the young man who was flying backwards and the spear that was inserted into the ground, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he suddenly burst out with a momentum, directly bounced the young man on his back away.

Qi Ming stood up from the pool of blood, his body was filled with an extremely strong momentum, and he was faintly able to fight against the entire army in front of him!

Qi Ming rushed out again, the sword light flew again, and the sound of the tragic battle sounded again.

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"He was dying just now, why did he suddenly become so strong!"

"He hid his strength again just now!

"What if he gets up again? He faces an almost endless number of soldiers! It's impossible to win this challenge!"

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Ye Qiuyue's face changed slightly, and she said to herself in surprise: "How is this possible?"

Song Jingzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment, Qi Ming had already had murderous intent in his heart.

After turning on the frantic mode, Ye Fu stared at the battlefield in the sky tightly, and he muttered to himself: "It's just not enough!"

I don't know how long it has been since the fight, and Qi Ming doesn't know how many times he has exhausted his strength, but every time he is exhausted, there will be a gentle power in his eyes that spreads all over his body, as if he will never be exhausted.

Qi Ming's momentum also gradually weakened as the battle continued, but in order not to be defeated, he gradually learned to maintain his momentum during the battle, a will to continue fighting, referred to as battle will.

If you want to maintain this kind of fighting spirit, what you need most is a persistent character, which is also the real reason why Qi Ming can keep fighting in this battle.

Poof!

The bodies of hundreds of soldiers decomposed in an instant, and the momentum of the entire army was suppressed at this moment!

And Qi Ming still held a sword simply, his gaze became cold, this kind of cold is colder than ice, and it will make people feel the kind of cold that is desperate!

The tens of thousands of soldiers standing in front of Qi Ming exuded a kind of misty light, and then this light converged in the sky, gradually merging, and a white-clothed figure flashed.

This figure was formed by the fusion of tens of thousands of warriors, and as soon as he appeared, the momentum on his body was extremely powerful, unmatched!

"Even if these people stand there and don't move, you can't kill them all if you're tired to death, what's the point of persevering!" The man in white said in a gentle voice, as if he was announcing the sentence.

As soon as the man in white spoke, Qi Ming felt that his momentum was instantly suppressed, that feeling made him breathless, he didn't like this feeling, so he raised his foot and took a step forward, staring at the young man in white tightly and said: "There are indeed endless soldiers under this sky, if you want to fight in this crazy mode on the battlefield, it seems that there is only one way!"

"That's me smashing this sky with a sword, I'll see how you live!"

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