"Soul bones, head soul bones!"

Many degenerates exclaimed, their eyes were full of greed, the soul bone was already an unattainable treasure, and the head soul bone was the second super treasure in the six god suits, and in the killing capital, a place that could go crazy at any time and keep drinking Huangquan dew to stay awake, the head soul bone was the first super treasure in the six god costumes and made everyone crazy.

One to ten, ten to hundred, countless degenerates in the Killing Capital rushed towards the main square, wanting to grab this head soul bone, so that they didn't have to run around for Huangquan Lu all day long.

On the top of a house not far from the main square, Qian Ling Han looked at the more and more degenerates who were gathering, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, "Come more, come more, through your corpses, let me completely understand the realm of the third layer of sword intent in the way of swords." ”

A year has passed, Qian Ling Han has completed 75 hell killing fields, his hearing, eyesight, nerve reflex ability, combat consciousness and sword skills have been sublimated, although because there is no soul ring cultivation, he can only be stuck at level 70 and cannot break through, but if he does not use martial souls, he can explode five Qian Ling Han of level 69 who has not entered the killing capital experience, as for his title - Sword Demon!

And as Qian Linghan's fame grew, there were fewer and fewer degenerates who dared to sneak attack him, and most of the degenerates almost ran away when they saw him, and he was too lazy to chase him, so except for the hell killing field, his sword was not stained with blood during this time.

In order to pursue the third layer of the sword, the fight of ten people in the Hell Killing Field could no longer satisfy him, and the nine people were killed in a short-time manner, and there was no time to comprehend it, giving people the feeling that it was over before they had time to enjoy it.

That's why Qian Ling Han made this decision, throwing out the 50,000-year-old head soul bone as bait, causing a riot in the Killing Capital, and then pretending to be one of them in the process of countless people fighting for the Killing Capital.

Such a large-scale individual competition can be fought at will, and it may even be more ferocious than the hell killing field, in order to perceive and break through the third level of kendo.

This is one of them, and the other is the second, in the past year or so, Qian Ling Han himself doesn't know how many people he has killed, but what is certain is that as he kills more murderous energy, the more murderous energy the fallen angel sucks from him is also increasing, and his dark realm, which was originally dark and could not see a trace of light, is gradually filled with a layer of scarlet cold murderous aura, which belongs to nine points of black, one point of dividends, this murderous aura seems to be gradually merging with his dark realm, and it seems that a new realm is about to be born.

However, it has not yet taken shape, the main reason is that the murderous spirit is not enough, and the last way to obtain the murderous energy is, of course, to kill madly, and the reason why you can't kill madly has been written above.

"Soul bones! Soul bones! Lao Tzu's soul bones, why are they floating in the sky, why haven't they fallen! A muscular and hideous-looking degenerate stared at the glittering head soul bone in mid-air.

"Fart! That soul bone is obviously Lao Tzu's! Dare to rob Lao Tzu and chop you! Another depraved shouted.

"you, are you looking for death, dare to talk to Lao Tzu like this, Lao Tzu will chop you now!"

The big knife was slashed, blood splattered, and a group of degenerates who had been noisy had already fought on a small scale.

"Hey, the self-control ability is really poor, but although the people haven't come, it's almost the same, so let's start the killing feast."

Qian Ling Han withdrew the fallen angel feather that dragged the head soul bone, and the head soul bone floated to the ground, and in an instant, the entire Killing Capital Square rioted, and all the people around rushed towards the head soul bone.

As soon as one of the Fallen grabbed the soul bone, a large knife slashed off his arm, and the soul bone fell into the hands of another Fallen, but the Fallen was quickly hacked to death by the knife.

"The soul bone is mine!"

"It's mine!"

"Kill!"

Qian Linghan casually tied the long hair at the back of his head, clenched his long sword that had been stained red with blood and rushed into the crowd of the massacre, "Your life is mine!" ”

Swords

The shouts of killing are continuous, from a high place, killing everywhere, except for themselves, everyone is an enemy, one by one the corpses fell to the ground, the corpses on the ground are not the most terrifying, only more terrifying, the organs contained in the human body are almost found on the ground, and the blood even dyes the entire square red.

Even those skinny out-of-town people from the Killing Capital came, not to fight for soul bones, but to sneak away some corpses to see if they could squeeze some Huangquan Dew to survive.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the fallen people of the Killing Capital gathered here have forgotten what their original purpose was here, their eyes have been shrouded in murder, and there is only one thought in their minds, which is to kill all the people in front of them.

Qian Linghan, who has always been relatively neatly dressed, has been stained red with blood all over his body, even if there is a fallen angel martial soul to take away the murderous aura he has accumulated at any time, his mind is almost shrouded by the killing machine, but with the help of the fallen angel, part of his brain is still very clear, feeling the warm liquid constantly splashing on his body, the constant shouting and killing sound in his ears, and the pain in his body, his consciousness suddenly fell into another world.

The world was empty and there was nothing, but soon Qian Linghan saw a figure in a blood-colored robe and long blood-colored hair in front of him, that figure was holding a blood-colored long sword, and beside him were mountains of corpses, and the blood even gathered into a river of blood.

At this moment, Qian Ling Han saw that the blood-colored figure stretched out his left hand without holding a sword and waved at him, that wave did not have any soul power fluctuations, but was full of murderous aura, Qian Ling Han suddenly felt that his whole body was penetrated by countless sharp blades.

"Do you understand?"

An extremely familiar and indifferent voice sounded, the blood-colored figure turned around, Qian Linghan fixed his eyes, the blood-colored figure turned out to be exactly the same as him, no, it should be said that it was him, and the blood sword in his hand was dyed with more blood, the sword he was fighting, and the blood-colored posture was the appearance of countless people who had killed people at this moment and were splashed with blood, this is Qian Linghan's inner world, that is, his state of mind.

The unity of human sword is the integration of sword and body, and the third layer of kendo is the integration of sword and heart, the stronger the heart, the stronger the sword intent, and the sword intent that Qian Ling Han comprehended is - kill!

The outside world opened his eyes fiercely, looking at several knives, swords, axes, etc. that were about to fall on him, and smiled fiercely, the blood sword in his hand was cut down, and several people in front of him were all cut in half, and the sword intent contained in the blood sword swept, and more than 30 people in front of him all fell, blood splashed everywhere.

Qianrenhan's surroundings suddenly opened up a lot.

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