Chapter 501： Will star (1/2)

? In the fantasy array, there is a sea of ​​blood and dead bones.

The geniuses in them are strongly impacted, and they will not realize that this is in the magic circle, and they are a bystander.

It's like a nightmare. I don't know where the dream came from. I just remember the fear of being there.

Moreover, the magical array is an extremely real nightmare. The blood smell penetrates the tip of the nose and can feel the biting cold wind cut by sharp weapons.

These are just the background of the magical array. What really can't stand people are those **** killings.

Just as they were in Asura Hell, everyone around them went crazy, repeating the action of starting a knife and falling, flesh and blood flew.

His body was out of control, and he rushed into the enemy's army while holding blood-stained weapons.

My brain is numb, my heartbeat is almost sensational, and there is only one thing left in my eyes, which is to kill!

Kill him all day and night, endlessly.

The killing was happy, and suddenly everything was still, all the people on the battlefield disappeared, and the dead souls of those who died in their own hands climbed up again, questioning why they wanted to kill him with twisted motion.

They also have family, friends, and wives and daughters are still waiting for them to return.

Talking, these people began to bleed all over, and Zhang Yawu claws rushed towards themselves.

In the process, the young people in the square went crazy again, and screamed heartbreakingly.

Even if someone with a strong heart stays in the past, the fantasy will change again, without fear of ghosts and gods.

Over time, people around him spurned him as a demon, staying away.

So after the horror at the beginning, the calls from the remaining youth in the square were filled with despair.

”General Mu, are you almost there?” Elder Li of Wuliang Sword School restless.

Just now, many of his disciples of the Sword School were eliminated.

Continue, there are no more than ten or nine people left.

However, General Mu did not speak, and his two black eyebrows were tightened. He would rather not let it go, but hoped to find Jiang Xing.

”General, look at that person.”

Suddenly, one of his lieutenants pointed at a man farthest away.

It was a person who would not be associated with Xing. His face was yellow and thin, and it was said to be heaven, but if it was not for the slow flow of skill in the body, it would be no different from ordinary people.

However, he was the best performer of all, and never screamed from start to finish.

His expression changed from time to time, but it was not the kind of fear and despair. Almost every time he was lost, he would be replaced by fortitude.

All kinds of fantasy formations could not affect his heart.

This is rare. The illusion is not to torture these people and make them numb.

It is a spiritual growth, the most valuable quality to adapt to the battlefield.

If they were candidates for the generals during the Dragon Dragon dynasty, before the youth appeared, none of these people passed the eyes of General Mu.

”Do you think he is fine?” General Mu calmly asked the lieutenant who had just spoken.

”Yes, his expression has changed less than a second or two from the beginning to the present,” said the vice general.

”Oh?” General Mu was surprised because he hadn't noticed the youth from the beginning.

Now I heard the vice-minister's reminder, and I looked closely, and found that it was the case, and finally a surprise appeared in my eyes.

But Elder Li saw that the youth were not disciples of Wuliang Sword, and then said, ”But that's it. Can a sick child even lead a soldier?”