Without soul power and cultivation, all he has is a strong body. The level of cultivation of the body is only equivalent to the peak of the first level of heaven. In the secular world, it is considered natural divine power. Compared with the previous cultivation strength, this is undoubtedly extremely weak. He could feel that his will and fighting spirit were all condensed in this body.

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

A sword and a sword are behind your back.

Stepping on the ancient battlefield, I naturally develop a kind of extraordinary spirit and a magnificent fighting spirit that can stop thousands of troops.

Bang bang bang bang!!

On the ancient battlefield, a war spirit stood up and was listed as a battle formation. Three thousand war spirits stood in front of them. A huge fighting spirit that could break through a thousand troops spewed out of the war spirit and came over, with pairs of eyes hidden under the cold armor, revealing iron-blooded murderous intent.

The three thousand battle spirits took three steps forward at the same time, and rushed towards him directly with a mountain.

"You are only one person, dare to stop thousands of troops? Submit, surrender, surrender!!"

From the mouth of the Three Thousand Zhan Lings, cold words burst out, and the fighting spirit was stirred, shaking the soul and impacting the soul. It seemed that in an instant, they were facing the questioning of the entire world.

In front of the three thousand battle spirits, although these battle spirits are of ordinary strength, each one is equivalent to Yan Fusheng now, but together, the fighting spirit brought out is like the sea. In front of them, it is like a broken ship in the vast ocean.

"Hahaha!!"

Amid the sound of war roaring the sky, Yan Fusheng's head was free from wind, and his black hair danced wildly, and he laughed at the sky, looked at the battle spirit in front of him, and said decisively: "I, Yan Fusheng, are not weaker than others. It is easy to kill me, but it makes me kneel to the ground, but... it is difficult." In a sentence, he did not retreat but advanced.

He stepped out toward Zhan Ling, his right hand fell directly on the hilt of the knife behind him, and an unyielding fighting spirit broke out of his body. He whistled: "I have fearless courage, strengthen my heroic spirit, hold the sword in my hand, and dare to fight in the sky! Kill!!"

Although his cultivation has become a worldly strength, his mind and will have not been hit at all.

Bang bang bang bang!!

Singing loudly. He strode forward with his feet. Every step was extremely calm, with the courage to move forward, and with all his strength, he had to withstand thousands of troops.

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

The Three Thousand Battle Spirits did not hesitate anymore, and almost listed neat formations on the spot, advancing towards Yan Fusheng like a mountain. Every step was extremely neat, driving the general trend of the world. It suddenly became extremely sharp.

The distance between the two sides is not long.

As soon as he moved, he immediately joined forces. A war spirit waved a spear in his hand and pierced straight towards Yan Fusheng's head. With it, dozens of war guns nearby bombarded down at the same time, covering all the vital points around his body, and blocking all dodging directions. The cooperation between war spirits is extremely tacit understanding.

"kill!!"

A flash of light flashed in his eyes. Although his cultivation level disappeared, his eyesight still existed. When he turned his wrist, the sword behind him slashed out horizontally in front of him. At the same time, he pulled out the battle sword with his left hand and drew a powerless "circle" in front of him. This circle seemed inconspicuous, but it strangely led dozens of war spears bombarding him and involuntarily swept out of his body.

It was like a force that was strong and soft to push the spear away. It used very little power, but it couldn't help but push it away.

A small amount of effort!!

Tai Chi sword technique!!

Click!!

While pushing away the spear toward him, the sword in his hand slashed across the body like lightning. On the spot, seven war spirits were cut in half by a knife.

A powerful force burst out from the knife.

puff!

Countless flesh and blood sprinkled down, and the war spirits actually had flesh and blood, and blood sprayed out, dyeing their clothes red on the spot.

Dangdangdang!!

But at this moment, among the self-war spirits, a team of war spirits holding shields rushed forward. The shield landed on the ground, blocking in front, turning into a huge iron wall, and from the gaps in the shield, war guns pierced like lightning. It was like a needle prick that suddenly shot out of a hedgehog, bringing out a cold murderous intent.

"kill!!"

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

This is just the most direct sword.

Although it is simple, it is the most direct and lethal sword style among the swords. On the battlefield, any fancy sword technique is far inferior to the simplest basic sword technique. When it is used to the extreme, thousands of swords are instantly stabbed out, and even the gorgeous sword technique will collapse.

In the secular world, Yan Fusheng practiced only the basic sword technique and basic sword technique for a full ten years, and completely practiced it into his bone marrow. At this moment, when he exploded, he saw hundreds of sword shadows bombarding the sword guns almost at the same time. The sword tip was straight on the tip of the gun, and the power bursting from the sword flew backwards on the spot.

Forcibly break open the barriers to war spirits.

The steps under his feet were a little bit wrong, and the whole body hit the shield without any hesitation. The shield collapsed, and the sword in his hand slashed down without any fancy, and the heads of several war spirits flew off. The body rushed into the war spirit, and the sword slashed towards the war spirit like a soul, like lightning.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Every sword and every sword, a war spirit will fall on the spot.

This is killing in the easiest way.

When the war spirits fell down, the wounds on Yan Fusheng's body were increasing continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each war spirit was not afraid of death. When death, it often erupted with even more terrifying fatal blows. Even with Yan Fusheng's ability, he was still injured one after another.

While fighting, the strength, 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 battle spirits were completely killed, they saw that the ancient battlefield was filled with flesh and blood and flesh to form a mountain of corpse. Standing on the mountain of corpse, Yan Fusheng's body was almost completely covered by dense wounds, and a large area of ​​blood stained his clothes red.

Almost no piece of intact flesh and blood was found around the body.

His physical strength was almost exhausted, and the loss of blood in his body made his power consumed even more severely. If it weren't for the support of a will in his heart, he would have been buried under the war spirit gun, standing on the top of the corpse mountain, stepping on the stalking bones, Yan Fusheng felt a sense of pride in his heart, and his body stood straight. His eyes were as bright as lightning, and he whistled to the sky: "Even if there are thousands of troops, I will stand until the last one."

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

Rumble!!

However, just as we were killing three thousand battle spirits, we saw that on the ancient battlefield, cold battle spirits appeared again on the bones. The number was still three thousand.

"You have suffered severe damage in your body. How dare you be my thousands of troops? Submit or not, surrender or not!!"

The Three Thousand Battle Spirits scolded coldly.

"Also, let's fight again!!"

Yan Fusheng took a deep breath, his eyes were burning with the intention of fighting, his blade pointed directly at the battle spirit, and his mouth made a sound of fighting. I could die, I could surrender, I couldn’t!!

"kill!!"

The three thousand battle spirits did not hesitate. In a killing sound, they rushed towards Yan Fusheng, who was standing on the mountain of corpses, from all directions.

The bloody battle begins again!!

Outside, a large number of monks in the underworld looked at the projection of the ancient battlefield that lasted forever in the void.

"How could this happen? How could this celestial phenomenon last for so long? It is said that the longest time it took for the underworld to be promoted from a ghost to a ghost. Now a quarter of an hour has passed. Whether it is success or failure, it should have ended. Why is it still continuing? Looking at this direction, it is in the blood lake. Could it be that His Majesty the King of Hell is breaking through in seclusion?"

"I heard that when you are promoted to a war ghost, you must withstand the test of the fighting spirit of heaven and earth. The strength of this test appears according to the purity of the fire of their respective souls. Generally speaking, you can pass it by just one test. At most, there are only three waves. Could it be that the fire of your Majesty's soul is more pure and is still receiving the impact of the fighting spirit of heaven and earth."

"Each test is extremely difficult. It is said that the first wave is a life-threatening death. No one can pass it. According to records, the number of times it has been passed is three. The one who later ascended to the mainland in just a hundred years, and I don't know which test His Majesty is passing."

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

At this moment, in the ancient battlefield, the second batch of three thousand battle spirits fell under the sword again.

The corpse mountain under my feet was piled up higher, and blood stained the battlefield red.

Standing on the mountain of corpses, three spears were inserted into their bodies. With a wave of their hands, they pulled out the three spears themselves. Looking around, there was no trace of blood on their left arm, revealing white bones, and the blood and flesh of their right foot fell off, leaving only white bones. The blood in their body almost dried up. The scene was terrible.

However, the spirit in my eyes was still extremely dazzling and the fighting spirit was even stronger.

Rumble!!

On the ancient battlefield, three thousand battle spirits crawled out again, looking at Yan Fusheng standing tall coldly, and asked again: "You can survive by exercising your strength, surrender or not, surrender or not!!"

"Fight!! Even if the blood flows dry, my soul will be immortal."

Yan Fusheng laughed wildly and started the third fight.

The fourth plate-

The mountain of corpse is higher, blood is like a lake, and a flesh-free skeleton stands on the mountain of corpse, with its backbone straight and never bent. The sword of war has broken, but the fighting spirit in his eyes is still strong.

"You have no flesh and blood, and your body is like a skeleton. You will not surrender, and you will not surrender!!"

Another three thousand battle spirits stood tall, with their voices as powerful as heaven, shaking their minds.

"So what if there is no flesh and blood? I have the pride to fight the sky, fight!!" Yan Fusheng whistled again.

The war begins again.

………………

The sixth plate-

The corpse mountain was cold, and a skeleton occupied the mountain, and the eyes were dug out. It was extremely empty, the left leg was broken, and the sword was used as the bone, standing firmly, and the left arm was cut off. There was no trace of blood and flesh around the body, only a sonorous fighting spirit penetrated the bones.

"Do not surrender, do not surrender!! Kneel down, kneel down." The three thousand war spirits remained the same.

"I would rather die while standing than live on my knees!" A skeleton laughed.

Time passes by little by little.

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

In countless pairs of horrified eyes, a huge fighting spirit rose into the sky in the blood lake, turning into a sword of Yama, splitting the ancient battlefield...!~!
Chapter completed!