Not to mention the proud men from all walks of life and all races who are working hard to strengthen themselves. At this time, Chengdu City in the human world was in an inconspicuous courtyard. Xiao Qiuhan was looking at a chessboard and was slightly lost in thought. Little did he know that his body and mind had actually entered the illusion of the chessboard.
In the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, Xiao Qiuhan looked like a madman, hacking and killing indiscriminately. The sword in his hand was already stained red with blood. The corpses of black-armored soldiers piled up like mountains, and he stood on top of these corpses, killing them continuously. But those black-armored soldiers seemed to be tireless, rushing toward him in a steady stream.
The surroundings were filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and the blood of the black-armored soldiers had already gathered into a sea of blood. Countless corpses were piled up at Xiao Qiuhan's feet. The so-called mountains of corpses and seas of blood may be like this. His eyes were red, and he had already fallen into madness.
"Why am I here? Shouldn't I be playing chess with Senior Ziyang? Where is this place? Is this my dream? Why can't these black-armored soldiers kill them all?"
At this time, Xiao Qiuhan had a very strange feeling. He has his own memory and knows that everything in front of him is illusion. He even suspected that he was in a dream, but this dream was extremely real. But there was another voice in his heart telling him that this was definitely not a dream.
He was deeply involved in it, knowing that it was all false, but it felt extremely real. Because the sting of the wound was so unbearable. In his subconscious, he even felt that if he died here, he might really die.
His hands were already numb, and he was repeating the slashing motion. Even though there are more and more dead souls under his sword, the number of black-armored soldiers has not decreased. They seem to be endless and can never be killed.
"I'm so tired. After killing for so long, I'm almost out of gas. Maybe I can only sustain half a stick of incense. Am I going to die? Why can't these black-armored soldiers never finish killing them?"
Xiao Qiuhan no longer remembers how long the battle lasted, nor how many people he killed. His arms are getting weaker and weaker, his body is getting slower and slower, and there are more and more wounds on his body. He was so tired, so sleepy, so confused that he wanted to just close his eyes.
Maybe if I die here, I will be completely liberated. No more struggling to kill, no more going through the ups and downs of the world. When the body dies and the Tao disappears, once everything is over, there will be no more worries. Moreover, people will eventually die, but now it is just a few days earlier, so what’s the harm?
"Brother Qiu Han, brother Qiu Han, don't you want Fei'er? You promised me that you would never leave me alone in this life, have you forgotten that?"
Xiao Qiuhan was about to close his eyes and wait for the sword to come, so that he could be finished. At this moment, he suddenly felt as if someone was calling him. This also made his lost heart find its direction again.
At this time, a charming smile appeared from
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From blur to clarity, it gradually emerged in his mind. That touching smile was the most unforgettable memory in his life. And the owner of this smile is his fate in this life.
That day on the bank of the West Lake, the broken bridge was covered with snow, and the piano and flute were singing in harmony. Although it was the first time I met him, I felt as if I had known him before, as if I had known him for thousands of years. That kind of familiar yet unfamiliar feeling is really incomprehensible to outsiders.
In the ancient town by the lake, with small bridges and flowing water, they reunited by fate, and the two gradually understood each other's feelings. Lei Feng's bloody battle, Jade Dragon's exchange of blood, Shen Jian's storm, Huang Long's counterattack, the two of them experienced life and death tests again and again. But now, she was forced to marry someone she didn't love.
"For Mayfair, I can't die."
After repelling another wave of attacks from the black-armored soldiers, Xiao Qiuhan, with disheveled hair and bloody face, suddenly smiled. At this time, there was no blood-red light in his eyes, only that ray of tenderness.
"Mayfair will marry Feng Jiutian in two months, but I am trapped here. If I die, I may never see Mayfair again. Mayfair, wait for me, when you need me most When the time comes, I will be by your side. Come on, let me see if you are really invincible."
Xiao Qiuhan clenched the sword in his hand, and he seemed to have endless power at this time. He no longer passively guarded the city gate, but took the initiative and rushed out of the city. Although there were densely packed black-armored soldiers in front of him, he killed one person every ten steps without leaving any trace behind.
People are faster, and swords are faster. If the sword dodges, a black-armored soldier will fall. Xiao Qiuhan struck out like the wind, and with a few strokes of his sword, the black-armored soldiers blocking the road in front of him were already dead.
"I will kill anyone who stops me from seeing Fei'er."
Xiao Qiuhan charged all the way, leaving countless corpses behind him. At this moment, he just wanted to smash everything that was blocking him in front of him. Although he was still slashing wildly, his blood-red eyes gradually regained their clarity.
In the room at this time, Xiao Qiuhan's crazy-like demeanor suddenly calmed down. Although he was still trapped in the illusion and did not wake up, there was a gentle smile on his lips at this time. And a trace of tenderness appeared on his face.
"Ah, Brother Xiao has returned to normal. Senior Ziyang, could it be that he has broken through these thousand illusions?"
Feng Qingcheng watched Xiao Qiuhan return to normal, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Qiuhan's crazy-looking appearance just now worried her for a long time. Seeing Xiao Qiuhan return to normal at this time, she felt a little happy in her heart.
"Back then, my most amazing and talented senior in Shu Mountain was also trapped in this illusion for a day and a night, and then he broke out. Now if he wants to break out, it is not easy. However, he can find it in such a short period of time. Once you have your own faith, it is rare to get out of this demonic barrier of faith."
Zi Yang's tone was calm, but his heart was already filled with inexplicable horror. Xiao Qiuhanneng
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Breaking through the first hurdle was actually not beyond his expectation. But when the Thousand Fantasy Chess Game came into existence, Xiao Qiuhan was the undisputed first person in terms of speed in breaking through the first level of the demonic barrier.
"Thousands of illusions are divided into four levels. The first level, the so-called demonic obstacle of faith, he should have passed. The next thing he will face is the demonic obstacle of love. The so-called word "love" has harmed people since ancient times. Not shallow.”
"How many people in the world are happy to commit life and death to him, but they have no regrets. In the end, they end up living a miserable life, depressed and unhappy. The so-called "can't ask for something" and "can't let go", these six words have troubled countless infatuated children."
"After the demonic barrier of love, there is the more dangerous demonic barrier of the inner demon. You must know that the biggest enemy in a person's life is actually himself, that is, his own inner demon. Only by defeating the inner demon can one transcend the self."
"And the saddest hurdle in the end is the obsession. In life, as long as you have thoughts, you will have things you want to do and things you don't want to do. The stubbornness that cannot be done but must be done, has been achieved. But greed is not satisfied with the status quo, this is obsession.”
"I, the head coach of Shushan, can escape from the illusion safely if I can break through three levels. This fourth level of obsession, no one has been able to successfully break through it since ancient times. Because everyone has obsession, but there are only a few who have it. It’s just small. If a person doesn’t even have obsessions, then what exactly is he pursuing in life?”
Ziyang's heart gradually returned to calm. After all, even if there are not many people in the world who can pass the first level, there are definitely a lot of them. At this time, Xiao Qiuhan will be waiting for a more severe test.
"Since all this is false, how can I sink like this? Mayfair is the love of my life, how can I abandon it. This journey to the demon world is inevitable for me. No one or anyone You can stop me because I know that Fei'er is waiting for me in the demon world."
As he rushed and killed, the ground was littered with corpses, but Xiao Qiuhan seemed to have endless power. Because he is no longer confused at this time, he has his own beliefs. That is to break all obstacles and go to the demon world to find Ao Feier.
Xiao Qiuhan strengthened his belief and was naturally invincible. It’s just that this so-called belief is actually an obsession. I don’t know how long I have been killing, and I don’t know how far I have walked. Time seems to have passed only a moment, and it seems that thousands of years have passed.
Xiao Qiuhan was covered in blood, but his eyes were particularly shining. Those black-armored soldiers had already been killed by him in unknown numbers, and at this time they seemed to have slowed down their impact. And there were fewer and fewer black-armored soldiers in front of Xiao Qiuhan.
The darkness suddenly faded away like the tide. And in the distance, there was also a glimmer of light. Dawn is finally in sight. In the darkest time before dawn, the first ray of sunlight that breaks through the darkness seems to be the hope that light bestows on all things.
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