If he could fully experience this special artistic conception, Chen Fan would feel that his combat effectiveness would be much improved.

The artistic conception of killing, just hearing the first two words makes people feel awe.

Many monks have been accompanied by killing throughout their lives, but many of them are also out of helplessness.

If you are in the world, there is no way to be killed.

Chen Fan killed someone for the first time, because others wanted to kill him.

Many times people are involuntarily involuntarily. If you don’t do this, you will lose your life.

Besides, in front of resources, few people can be calm. When everyone sees resources, their eyes will be red. Everyone hopes that they can get key resources and then become a strong man in this world.

Because only in this way can they ensure that they are not exploited by others.

The white tiger looks extremely holy at this moment.

But there was an invisible light covering it, and a faint red aura floated beside it.

Chen Fan stood respectfully in front of him, and the small drops of blood in his heart were still floating.

Only when this small blood drop is completely felt can his cultivation of the true intention of killing be completely perfect.

"How should I take the last step?"

Chen Fan looked at the statue of the White Tiger in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The previous insights are all cramming. It can solve some of the pressure, so there are related insights that can come to his heart and let it think slowly.

But the moment is different.

If he wants to realize all this, he must change it through his own actions.

Before, someone provided him with a path, and he just needed to follow that path and keep walking. But now if he wants to completely improve this true meaning, the most critical step still needs to be taken by himself.

The monks behind all looked at the thin black back with envious eyes.

Many people want to come to this place, but so many years have passed, and it seems that only the swordsman in black can do it.

"I have seen a powerful senior come to the vicinity of the White Tiger statue, but it seems that the only one who actually comes to the statue is this boy in black." A monk seemed to have recalled something extraordinary. When he said this, the monks around him became silent.

They were just immersed in the joy of gambling.

But now, they feel as if they have witnessed history.

"It seems that this is true! There are indeed powerful seniors around the White Tiger statue, but only this hateful boy in black can stand in front of this statue face to face!"

Many people showed expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Everyone hopes that they can become the key person to replace the other party, but they can only look at each other's backs here and envy them.

Chen Fan looked at the White Tiger God statue in front of him, and his whole body had already entered a state of emptiedness.

It is not that simple to find the answer, it takes a little thought.

He sat on the ground, his eyes closed.

The killing law that he had realized in the past slowly turned back like flowing water in his heart. A red aura floated around his body, which looked quite faint, but in fact the killing meaning inside was too strong.

Even Asura from hell will probably be shocked when he sees this murderous aura.

This is a pure murderous aura derived from its origin.

Without enough killing insights, you will definitely not be able to withstand such murderous invasion.

Even a cultivator with high strength will shake his mind after such a murderous intent.

After all, people are not puppets. Under the influence of the external environment, people's minds are easily changed.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, but he still couldn't find any reason in his heart.

It is too difficult to feel this true meaning.

"It seems to be a little harder than I thought."

After Chen Fan slowly said this in his heart, the light in his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

He is a very confident person.

If you have doubts about yourself because of such trivial matters, then you don’t have to go the next path of cultivation.

The red light kept flowing around his body. There were only two true meanings here, that is, the word "kill".

“What exactly is killing?”

Chen Fan's soul seemed to have jumped out of her body, and her thoughts began to replay.

He thought of the old city in that dilapidated small city, Wanbei City seemed to be the name in his memory, and everything was too far away...

The swordsman in black spent a perfect childhood there. At that time, he was carefree and the Ye family took good care of her. He thought he was the young master of the Ye family, but when he first became an adult, his adoptive father did something inhumane to him.

When he was thrown into the mass grave, Chen Fan actually accepted his fate. If Taotie consciousness did not come to his body, he would soon be buried alive.

Those days looked a little unbearable to look back on from now on, but this does exist.

Chen Fan felt a little sad.

In the past, she seemed to be guided by such anger, but now she is too peaceful inside.

Even if he wants to return to the world now, it is almost impossible. His personal strength is rejected by the laws of the world, unless his power can fight against the laws of the whole world, otherwise all this will be nothing more than a mirror and a moon.

He remembered the warm blood fluctuated in his hands when he first killed someone.

The two hateful accomplices died in his hands, and also in the hands of the devouring runes. The other party's power was bit by bit deprived of him, and the black aura was flowing in his body.

At that moment, he felt like he was the master of the whole world, as if he could devour everything in the world.

But when he looked back now, what was the feeling of killing people at that time?

"What did it feel like when I killed someone for the first time?"

Chen Fan now asked himself in his heart that he felt a little excited when he thought of that thing in the past. But after experiencing too much, he found that his heart became a little cold. The sword in his hand had killed too many people, and he couldn't remember what it felt like to cut the enemy's throat.

Just like cutting down a tree, he now has no fluctuations in his heart.

What Chen Fan has to do now is to regain his feeling of killing someone for the first time.

If he cannot return to that feeling, he may really fail...?
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