Wen Tian just had a splitting headache, and then he was horrified to find another self.

The two frightened Wen Tian stared at each other in horror, and each Wen Tian had a purple sword hanging over his head.

What's the situation?

I've been split into two?

Without waiting for Wen Tian to ask the doubts in his heart, the purple sword above his head fell again.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

The two swords fell, and the screams of the two Wentian sounded.

Then, the two Wentians became four Wentians, and the two swords also became four swords, each with a purple sword hanging over his head.

Wen Tian had an unbearable headache, and even more than the pain was fear.

Wen Tian touched his head with his hand: "If I'm not mistaken, I'll immediately change from four to eight..."

Without waiting for him to speak, the four purple swords fell again.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

The four Wentians were split into eight Wentians.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two, thirty-two becomes sixty-four, sixty-four becomes one hundred and twenty-eight......

The screams are getting louder and louder,

There are more and more Wentian.

More than pain is fear, and more than fear is confusion.

Wen Tian looked at Wen Tian one by one, looking at each other in horror, full of confusion.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

......

"Who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"What are you doing?"

......

"Who is he?"

"Where are you?"

"What am I doing?"

......

More and more Wentian appeared, the original line of sight was only ten zhang in radius, and now the whole world seems to be full of Wentian, as far as the eye can see, there is no boundary, densely packed with Wentian,

and the one that hangs above Wen Tian's head,

Purple Qi Donglai Soul Sword,

Countless soul-calming swords.

At this time, Wen Tian, or countless Wen Tian, had lost his normal thinking ability, or he was becoming less and less able to think, and he couldn't even speak, only babbling and the like.

More than pain is fear,

More than fear is confusion,

Even more than confusion is......

What is worse than confusion is the loss of wisdom, the loss of wisdom, the loss of wisdom, and the transformation of the walking dead.

however

At this point,

It's just the beginning.

Because, for a person who has lost his mind, he can't feel fear, let alone pain, or that this pain and fear can't form a substantial psychological harm to him.

But

That's not going to work.

It is not possible to show the mercy of this punishment,

It can't reflect the benevolence of the Purple Qi Donglai Soul Suppression Sword.

The sky is full of soul swords, and the earth is full of Wentian, people are against people, and swords are against swords,

There is no division of the sword, and there is nowhere for man to stand,

At this time,

As if someone sighed leisurely:

"Let's get started!"

Then, when those swords moved, I saw those soul-calming swords, two by two, into one.

The sword became one, and the people under the sword also moved, and the two moved in two, and the two in one became one.

It's not that two by two become one person, but two by two become one.

Then, the soul sword above his head merged into one again,

The people under the sword, or the crowd, also moved, following two by two.

There are fewer and fewer swords above the head, less and less,

The people on the ground, or the crowds, are also increasing... Few.

In the end, the Soul Suppression Sword once again turned into a sword hanging high above it,

And on the ground, the aperture has also returned to a circle of ten zhang, and people, too, have become a group.

A group of people, countless people, hundreds of millions of Wentian, squeezed into a group, based on a radius of ten zhang.

Moreover, the area of this group of people is still shrinking.

"Who is he?"

"You dare to hit me?"

"Where am I?"

......

The noise, the screams, the confusion, the crying,

Countless voices, hundreds of millions of voices, are shouting, questioning, cursing, scolding, crying......

chaos and order,

distinct distinction,

Flood this square inch of land.

Chaos is that hundreds of millions of Wentian are filled in this square inch of land,

The order is that this square inch of land is still shrinking,

There is an irresistible external force that oppresses the hundreds of millions of Wentian's crowd and shrinks.

In the end, it shrunk to a normal Wentian size,

It stopped.

Hundreds of millions of Wentian, like bundles of firewood and green onions, were crowded together, and finally they were bundled into only one normal Wentian-sized one, a bundle, or a pile, or a group.

Countless noisy voices finally returned to calm and silence.

In the middle of the night, a faint voice came out of the mouth of a Wen Tian who was as thin as a hair:

"I am (Wen/Wu/?)..."

As soon as two and a half words were issued, a strange wind suddenly rose on the ground, and hundreds of millions of Wentian's green onion bundles suddenly fell, and then, I saw countless knife lights flying.

That's right, it's the sword light.

The light of the knife rises and falls, fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, making people dizzy.

"Ahh......h ￥#￥#@#@￥......”

It may be accompanied by screams, moans, or cheers.

Look at the bundle of green onions, it has been,

Chopped,

Chop,

foaming,

Slag.

The voices of the green onions became weaker and weaker, and finally there was silence, silent, only the light of the knife flew up and down.

As if this silence and silence seemed to be a sign.

When the world falls silent again,

And then, see,

The Wentians, who had just been chopped into shreds and chopped into slag, had turned into a pile of scum or a more appropriate powder Wentian, who was grouped together by an invisible external force, kneading it, kneading it, kneading it, kneading it into a ball, and pinching out a human form.

In the end, this pile of powder and slag was pinched into a person again.

Pinched into Wentian's original appearance.

Wen Tian, who was restored to his original form, still had the sword on his head, the Soul Suppression Sword.

"Who are you?" a voice asked without emotion.

"I... Be... Who?" Wen Tian opened his mouth, a little uncertain, "I am... (Wen/Wu/?)..."

Before the sound was finished, the sword slammed to the ground and fell again.

With a sword, Wen Tian, who had just been restored to his human form, was split in half again, no, it was two.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two, thirty-two becomes sixty-four, sixty-four becomes one hundred and twenty-eight......

Everything seems to be repeating itself again.

More and more Wentian appeared, the original radius of ten zhang, has expanded to the whole world, and the whole world seems to be full of Wentian, as far as the eye can see, boundless, densely packed with Wentian,

and the one that hangs above Wen Tian's head,

Purple Soul Sword.

In a moment, the world once again became the world of countless Wentian.

The sky is full of soul swords, and the earth is full of Wentian, people are against people, and swords are against swords,

There is no division of the sword, and there is nowhere for man to stand,

At this time,

Or that sigh:

"Let's get started!"

With a bang, the sword in heaven moved, and so did the people on earth.

The sword is in the hand of man,

everyone

A sword in each hand,

slashed at Wen Tian on the opposite side.

ps: Love and kill each other, it's better to calm the soul with a sword!I wish you all a happy Valentine's Day!