There is no soul power, no cultivation, some are just a strong physical body, and the cultivation level of the physical body is only equivalent to the peak of the first heaven, which is considered innate divine power in the world. Compared to his previous cultivation strength, this was undoubtedly extremely weak, and he could feel that his own will and battle spirit were all condensed in this body.

Here, it is the embodiment of one's own fighting spirit.

A sword and a sword behind his back.

Stepping on the ancient battlefield, it is natural to give birth to a kind of heroic spirit that can block thousands of armies, and the monstrous war spirit.

Bang bang bang!!

On the ancient battlefield, a statue of war spirits stood up, listed as a battle array, three thousand war spirits, standing in front of him, a huge battle spirit that can break thousands of troops spewed out from the war spirits, rolling over, a pair of eyes hidden under the cold battle armor, revealing iron-blooded killing intent.

Three thousand war spirits took three steps forward at the same time, and a mountain directly crushed towards them.

"You are only one person, dare to block a thousand armies?surrender, surrender, surrender!!"

From the mouths of the three thousand war spirits, cold words burst out, and the battle intent was agitated, shaking the heart and soul, and impacting the god soul. It seems that in an instant, he is facing the questioning of the whole heaven and earth.

In front of the three thousand war spirits, although these war spirits were all ordinary strengths, each of them was comparable to Yan Fusheng's current strength, but when they were added together, the battle spirit brought out was like the sea. In front of them, it was like a broken ship in the ocean.

"Hahaha!!"

In that earth-shattering battle roar, Yan Fusheng had no wind behind his head, his black hair danced wildly, he looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter, looked at the war spirit in front of him, and said categorically: "I, Yan Fusheng, have been born all my life, and I am not weaker than others." It's easy to kill me, it's hard to make me knees, but it's hard to ........ In one sentence, do not retreat but advance.

Stepping out towards the war spirit under his feet, his right hand fell directly on the hilt of the knife behind his back, and an unyielding battle intent broke out of his body, and he roared: "I have no fear, strengthen my heroic spirit, hold the blade of the sword, dare to fight the heavens!

Although his cultivation became a worldly power, he did not let his mind and will suffer any blow.

Bang bang bang!!

Singing in his mouth, he strode forward with great strides under his feet, every step was unusually calm, with an indomitable spirit, to resist thousands of troops and horses with one strength.

"If you don't accept it, you should be punished if you don't accept it!!"

The three thousand battle spirits did not hesitate any longer, almost on the spot, lined up a neat formation, and advanced towards Yan Fusheng like a mountain, every step was extremely neat, driving the general trend of heaven and earth. All of a sudden, it became extremely aggressive.

The distance between the two sides is not long.

As soon as he moved at this moment, immediately, the hand-to-hand combat, a spear in the hand of a war spirit waved, straight towards Yan Fusheng's skull piercing, accompanied by the vicinity, dozens of war spears bombarded down at the same time, covering all the vital points around the body, and blocking all the dodge directions. The cooperation between the war spirits is incomparably tacit.

"Kill!!"

The light in his eyes flashed, although his cultivation disappeared, his eyesight still existed, and with a twist of his wrist, the war knife behind his back suddenly slashed out in front of him. At the same time, he drew his sword in his left hand and drew a weakness in front of him. This circle seems to be inconspicuous, but it strangely drove the dozens of war spears that bombarded towards him and involuntarily swung out of his body.

It's like a force that combines strength and softness to pull away the war spear. The force used is very small, but it is involuntarily removed.

Four or two dial a thousand pounds!!

Tai Chi Swordsmanship!!

Click!!

At the same time as he pushed away the war spear that stabbed at him, the war knife in his hand slashed across several war spirits like lightning, and on the spot, seven war spirits were cut in half with a single sword.

In the sword, a powerful force erupted.

Burst!

Countless flesh and blood spilled down, and those war spirits turned out to be flesh and blood, and blood sprayed out, staining their clothes red on the spot.

Dangdang!!

But at this moment, from the war spirit, a team of war spirits with shields rushed forward, and the shields fell to the ground, blocking the front, turning into a huge iron wall, and from the gaps in the shields, one by one the war spears stabbed out like lightning. It was like a hedgehog suddenly bursting out of a needle stab, bringing out a cold killing intent.

"Kill!!"

Yan Fusheng saw it, without fear, the battle sword in his hand waved, and in an instant, hundreds of swords were swung, and in front of him, he only saw a dense cloud of sword light blooming like a rain of stars.

This is just the most direct bayonet.

Thorn, although simple, but it is the most direct sword, the most lethal sword style, on the battlefield, any fancy swordsmanship, far inferior to the simplest basic swordsmanship, to the extreme, instantly stabbed out thousands of swords, even in the gorgeous swordsmanship to collapse.

Back then, in the world, only the basic swordsmanship, the basic swordsmanship Yan Fusheng practiced for a full ten years, and thoroughly practiced it to the bone marrow. At this moment, as soon as it erupted, I only saw that hundreds of sword shadows and those stabbed war spears bombarded together almost at the same time, and the tip of the sword pierced straight on the tip of the spear, and the power that erupted from the sword broke the war spear backwards on the spot.

Forcibly blast open the Battle Spirit Barrier.

With a staggered step, the whole body unceremoniously hit the shield, the shield collapsed, and the war knife in his hand slashed down without the slightest fancy slash, and the heads of several war spirits flew off in response. The body rushed into the war spirit, and the sword slashed at the war spirit like a soul.

"Kill!kill!kill!!"

For every sword, every sword, there will be a war spirit falling on the spot.

It's killing in the simplest way possible.

When the battle spirit fell, the wounds on Yan Fusheng's body were also increasing one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye, and each war spirit was not afraid of death, and when he died, he often broke out with an even more terrifying fatal blow. Even with Yan's ability to resurrect, he was still injured one after another.

While fighting, the strength in the body, physical strength, and even the blood flowing out of the wound are constantly taking away the power.

This battle is like a moment, and it seems like a long time in the past.

When the three thousand war spirits were completely killed, they saw that the ancient battlefield was piled up with flesh and blood into a corpse mountain, standing on the corpse mountain, Yan Fusheng's body was almost completely covered with dense wounds, and a large area of blood stained his clothes red.

Up and down Zhou's body, there was hardly any intact piece of flesh and blood.

The physical strength is almost exhausted, and the loss of blood in the body makes the consumption of strength more serious, if it were not for the support of a will in the chest, he would have been buried under the war spirit spear, standing on the peak of the corpse mountain, stepping on the white bones, Yan Fusheng's heart was full of pride, his body stood straight, his eyes were as high as electricity, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Even if there are thousands of troops and horses, I am the last one to stand." ”

There are countless wounds on his body, but his fighting spirit is even higher.

Thundered!!

However, when the three thousand war spirits were slaughtered, I saw that on the ancient battlefield, on the white bones, a cold war spirit appeared again. The number is still three thousand.

"You have been hit hard, dare to be my thousand troops, surrender or not, surrender or not!!"

The three thousand war spirits scolded coldly.

"Also, then fight again!!"

Yan Fusheng took a deep breath, the battle intent in his eyes was burning, the blade in his hand pointed directly at the battle spirit, and a battle sound came out of his mouth. It's okay if you want me to die, you want me to surrender, you can't!!

"Kill!!"

The three thousand battle spirits did not hesitate, and in a killing sound, they rushed towards Yan Fusheng standing on the corpse mountain from all directions.

The bloody war is back!!

Outside, a large number of underworld monks were stunned as they watched the projection of the ancient battlefield that persisted in the void.

"How can this be, how can this celestial phenomenon last for so long, it is said that the longest time for the promotion of the demon from the underworld to the war ghost is half an hour, and now a quarter of an hour has passed, whether it is success or failure, it should have ended, how can it continue, look at this direction, it is in the blood lake, it is not His Majesty Hades breaking through in retreat. ”

"I heard that when you are promoted to a war ghost, you must undergo the test of the battle intent of heaven and earth, and the strength of this test is based on the purity of the fire of your soul. ”

"Every set of tests is extremely difficult, it is said that the first wave is nine deaths and a lifetime, and those who can survive it are not one in a thousand, according to records, the one who has crossed the most times is the third set, and that one, and then directly flew to the continent for thirty-three days in just a hundred years, I don't know how many sets of tests His Majesty is over. ”

A pair of eyes looked expectantly at the ancient battlefield in the void.

And at this moment, in the ancient battlefield, the second batch of three thousand war spirits fell under the sword again.

The mountain of corpses piled up higher at his feet, and the battlefield was stained red with blood.

Standing on the mountain of corpses, three war spears were inserted into his body. With a wave of his hand, Shengsheng pulled out the three war spears themselves, and looked at Zhou's body up and down, there was no flesh and blood on his left arm, revealing the white bones, and the flesh and blood of the right foot also fell off, leaving only white bones. The blood in the body is almost drained. The scene was terrible.

However, the look in his eyes is still very bright. The fighting spirit is even stronger.

Thundered!!

On the ancient battlefield, three thousand war spirits crawled out again, looked at Yan Fusheng who was standing with cold eyes, and asked again: "You are exhausted, you can live if you surrender, surrender or not, surrender or not!!"

"Fight!!Even if the blood is dry, my soul will not die. ”

Yan Fusheng laughed wildly and set off a third fight.

The fourth group - the mountain of corpses is higher, the blood is like a lake, and a skeleton without flesh and blood stands on the mountain of corpses, with a straight back. Never bend. The sword of war has been broken, but the battle intent in his eyes is still strong.

"You have no flesh and blood, your body is like a skeleton, you don't surrender, you don't surrender!!"

Another three thousand battle spirits were standing, and their voices were like heavenly might, shaking their hearts.

"What if there is no flesh and blood, I have the pride to fight the sky, fight!!" Yan Fusheng roared again.

The war resumed.

.........

The sixth group - the mountain of corpses is cold, a skeleton occupies the mountain, and the eyes are gouged out. The hole is incomparable, the left leg is broken, with the sword as the bone, standing still, the left arm is cut off, and there is no trace of flesh and blood on the body, only a sonorous battle intent penetrates the bones.

"Surrender or not surrender, surrender or surrender!!! Kneel, kneel. "Three thousand war spirits are still the same.

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!!" a skeleton laughed.

Time goes by little by little.

Outside, the scene of the ancient battlefield lasted for an hour.

In countless pairs of frightened eyes, within the blood lake, a monstrous battle intent directly rose into the sky, turning into a Yama blade, splitting the ancient battlefield alive.

(To be continued)