Shi Li swung away the shadows of the axe around his body, and then looked at the green and red short sword, which was less than half a zhang away from his body, how could he dare to hesitate a little, so he had to cross the halberd in front of him.

In a hurry, how can you prevent this fish-like double sword, the strength changes, turning the thorn into a wipe, and the pieces of clear shadow are like smoke and fog shadows entangled through the window paper, which are pervasive.

Qin Zhou was shocked, Chu Kai Lingzhi was simple-minded, and naturally he didn't expect Qin Chuan to fight back. I couldn't help but wonder how this sword man was so powerful, and he unknowingly crossed Qin Chuan in the rear and rushed over.

After a while, Qin Zhou's flesh was full of blood lotus, and the general trend was gone. As if he knew the ending in his heart, he looked up at the swordsman as if he was resigned, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this look suddenly lost his bearings.

Who else could this swordsman be if he wasn't Qin Chuan? His face was suddenly dazed, as if the belief in his heart was instantly resolved.

Qin Chuan has been in war for a long time, so naturally he will not miss the opportunity for the person in front of him to lose his mind for a moment. The sword momentum again, one sword cut the wrist, two swords cut the arm, and three swords cut the heart.

The bright soul silk broke free from the center of Qinzhou's eyebrows, and after a few circles, it drilled into the center of Qinchuan's eyebrows.

The starry eyes were bright, and the mysterious dust crushed all the mixed perceptions in it, and there seemed to be a trickle in his heart, and there seemed to be ants and insects gnawing between his hands and feet.

This soul silk has nothing to do with the transformation of the body, but it is directly related to the key to these eighteen long soldiers and short weapons, and it seems to have a hundred years of work in an instant.

The water space gradually dispersed, and the souls around them all walked in the same direction with expressionless faces, no longer killing beasts.

After a while, Qin Chuan broke away from this mysterious realm, probed into the bottom of his heart, and shouted that it was indeed the case. When he was still a human soul, there was no abnormality in his heart, but after he was promoted to ten human souls, there was a change.

It seems that because the spiritual intelligence is far superior to these people who have sunk here, Qin Chuan is difficult to detect the subtle call in his heart, and it is not until the ten souls that there is an unpredictable abnormality, but after thinking about it for a long time, it is impossible to get it, as if scratching the itch in the boots, it is always a little worse.

It wasn't until the dark yellow mark appeared on the center of the eyebrows that the desire in the heart was much more obvious.

Ahead, there seems to be something hidden in the world, like the breath of the world, but it is different. Thinking to himself, he strode forward. This speed is just enough to continue the new force, and there will be no sudden loss of strength when entering the battlefield, and the speed will not be slow.

Where Qin Chuan can't see. A big man looked at his intact left chest in a daze, the strange and familiar double-edged giant axe in his hand, and a figure appeared in his heart in a trance.

"Haha! I, Qin Zhou, disciple of Qingshan Sect!" Yang Tian laughed twice, and resolutely walked towards the end of the call in his heart.

A one-eyed middle-aged man with a green gun-shaped pattern on his eyebrows killed the last hundred-person soul in the Shui Mu space, gasped twice, and then laughed twice, put the nine-song gun on his shoulder, and hummed a minor tune and moved forward.

The edge of the red flame is like mist, and the eyes are stinging for a long time, as if looking directly at the sun, and they have passed all the way to kill, and they are even more powerful than half a point before. The blade of the green edge is wireless, as thin as a gnat feather, and the side eyes seem to be nothing at first glance, and it seems to be able to cut through the autumn water after being stained with blood, and it is extremely sharp.

Killing all the way, Qin Chuan is brave and diligent, one hundred souls, one hundred and eighty souls, two hundred souls!

Among them, although the sword intent soul silk is the most, it is less than eighty, and this is still a swordsman to make a difference. If it is an ordinary person whose spiritual wisdom has not been opened, I am afraid that it is more than ten soul threads that are specialized in the soul of a hundred people!

There are so many types of weapons in this battlefield. The sword occupies the lion's head, and there are spears, halberds, and axes in the back, and some other relatively unpopular weapons are of many kinds, and Qin Chuan has never seen them before.

Claws, maces, and the like are also common, and even more so, such as lasso, shovel, etc., really make people's scalps numb. However, this kind of weapon has too many limitations, and the most Qin Chuan has seen is only ten souls.

There is not much concept of time in this space, and the difference between one breath and two breaths can still be felt, but the difference between a year and a century is not very large. There is no difference between the sun, the moon and the sky, Qin Chuan only knows that he has been here for a long time, to what extent?

The sword shadow in Qin Chuan's eyebrows was already a bright cyan ten thousand souls, and it would not be long before it was a blue hundred thousand level!

There are fewer and fewer people beside him, and the red soul of one person has long been eaten away to the point that there is no scum left, and the purple million soul level has a one-sided relationship, but if the two really fight, Qin Chuan is afraid that it is not one of them.

The more critical it is, the more radical it is, who knows if this water bath space will envelop a million souls with himself? If he dies again, it is a trivial matter to repeat the mistakes of the past, but what if he fails to take away?

You must know that there is almost no red soul in this place! According to what I expected in my heart, it is risky to take away the level of one hundred and eighty souls by myself.

Qin Chuan was bent on seeking stability, step by step, so he no longer walked in the direction predetermined in his heart, but turned to the oblique rear.

After a while, "Huh!" exclaimed, and a hundred thousand soul swordsman with a blue sword shadow on his eyebrows paced forward expressionlessly.

Qin Chuan immediately followed, waiting for the arrival of the water bath space.

The so-called extreme of things must be opposed, the more high-soul level battles, the fewer the number of battlefields involved, Qin Chuan even experienced the battlefield of 10,000 people when he was a thousand souls, and at this time, there were more single-digit water bath spaces.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Qin Chuan to follow the steps of this swordsman, and the water bath space was enveloped. The space used in the battlefield for the two is not large, and the water bath is only a breath away.

Even if a person with a soul level of 100,000 is reached, he will not have the slightest agility when he does not rise to the battlefield. Only in this battlefield will there be a gap, just like these 100,000 souls, the agility in his eyes, Qin Chuan has never seen it!

He may not have an autonomous consciousness like Qin Chuan, but he can inject soul into the long sword in his hand.

The sword is clear and dewy, this sword is flat and unremarkable, and it stabs straight forward, but Qin Chuan's slight change is an endless change.

One inch long and one inch strong, but Qin Chuan was helpless about it, the short sword was good at splitting and stabbing was not a blocking weapon, and it immediately fell below. didn't dare to hold it up, the two swords were separated and crossed, which was able to stand the four-foot snow silver sword, but unexpectedly, the sword body suddenly grew, and he wanted to take off his eyes.

But Qin Chuan had already known this, and when he heard the sound of the sword when it was unsheathed, he knew that this snow silver sword was both soft and hard. The force is applied to the top of the head, but it can hit the door in an arc.

saw Qin Chuan smile coldly.

Suddenly leaning back, narrowly avoiding this tricky stab, his left foot was raised like a scorpion leg and stung towards his wrist.

Although the strength of this leg is insufficient, if it falls firmly on this wrist, it is not a very pleasant thing, not to mention a kick crippled, but it can still be done if you can't hold the sword for a while.