Feng Xuan and Ziying watched from a distance, watching Qing Ling continue to kill the evil beasts.
There are many kinds of evil beasts, including snakes, insects, rats and ants, large and small. The speed at which Qing Ling swings her sword weaves a dense web in the air, taking away the lives of several evil beasts every second. At this time, Qing Ling's clothes are changing.
He moved with his body in shape, his red and white clothes were clean and just like before, and there was really no blood stained on them.
It is precisely because there is no smell of blood on her body that the evil beasts' attacks are not directed at her, but at the source of the bloody smell, other evil beasts killed or injured by Qing Ling. Qing Ling also understands that Feng
Xuan’s intention of requiring his clothes not to be stained with blood.
Qing Ling, who was trapped in the mad rush of evil beasts, spent every minute and second in thrills. In her opinion, time passed extremely slowly at this time. Five minutes later, Qing Ling raised her sword to kill the seventeenth evil beast.
At that time, the corner of her clothes was unfortunately stained with a drop of blood. The smell of blood quickly attracted the attention of the evil beasts. Although Qingling originally shuttled among the evil beasts and fought, she was not the main target of the evil beasts. But now
Stained with the smell of blood, she was targeted and attacked by the ferocious beast in the next second.
In a hurry, Qing Ling cut her own clothes with a sword and separated the blood-stained piece of cloth from her body. The evil beasts snatched the blood away, and Qing Ling was temporarily safe again.
The lives of the evil beasts were harvested by her, and the strong smell of blood hit her nostrils. Gradually, Qingling's eyes turned red, and her eyes were filled with dazzling blood. In her ears were the roars of the evil beasts, and the sound of tearing them apart with their teeth.
The sound of 'chichi~~~' that broke the flesh and blood of his companions.
Condensing the murderous intent, restraining the murderous intent, Qing Ling kept Feng Xuan's words in mind. At this time, Qing Ling knew why Feng Xuan asked her to restrain the murderous intent, because these evil beasts are desperadoes. Although they have no energy, they only rely on
The strength of hand-to-hand combat kills enemies, but it is a very sensitive animal, just like its obsession with blood. If its murderous intention leaks out, these evil beasts will immediately feel in danger, and they will fight to eliminate the source of the danger.
, he will also suffer disaster.
Every killing will make the killer's heart heavier. After long-term accumulation, that heavy depression wants to burst out, that is murderous intent. After only holding on for more than ten minutes, Qing Ling was killed by the smell of blood around him.
The heavy and suppressed voice in his heart made him want to explode.
Ten minutes later, Qing Ling could no longer hold on. She abandoned her sword and ducked out to take out the group of evil beasts. If she didn't leave, she wouldn't be able to hold back her desire to kill.
Qing Ling reached the distance of a thousand meters in seconds, and when she came to Feng Xuan's side, Qing Ling gasped for air, "Hu~~Hu~~~" to relieve the suffocation in her heart.
Feng Xuan shook his head secretly, "Is this the only level that Xiao Qingling has?"
Qing Ling raised her head in confusion, and she could clearly see the disappointment in Feng Xuan's eyes.
"Xiao Qingling, after all, you are also a kind person, and you are not ready to turn into mountains of bones and rivers of blood."
Feng Xuan said it easily, but Qing Ling was not that ordinary anymore, especially after hearing what Feng Xuan said, "mountains of bones and rivers of blood," was conveyed to Qing Ling's mind with strong violence, and Qing Ling seemed to see a scene in front of her eyes.
A scene of rivers of blood and broken bones piled all over the mountains and plains - Qing Ling shook her head, shaking off the images that came to her mind, and stood upright with excitement. The scene just now was not an illusion, but Feng Xuan's message to Qing Ling on purpose.
What I saw was a scene that really existed many years ago.
"Xiao Qingling, among your companions, the person I am most optimistic about is Jiantian. He is a man who is dedicated to the way of swordsmanship. The sword is a killing weapon. I can see that the sword he uses was once a fierce sword that can be used in the world.
A person who can control that kind of murderous energy for his own use is not a simple person. Maybe you all underestimated him before."
Feng Xuan changed the subject and spoke slowly, seemingly out of emotion. But Qing Ling was stunned again.
Is Jian Tian very powerful? In Qing Ling's mind, Jian Tian's strength is not as good as Ling Bing's attack, but being praised by Feng Xuan like this made Qing Ling wonder whether she really saw it wrong.
"A person who aims at killing and can control his own murderous intention is really not simple." Feng Xuan continued to add, and Qing Ling remembered that Jiantian's sword was given by the Dragon King on the sea. It was indeed a sword filled with murderous intention.
The murder weapon was indeed subdued by Jiantian. At first, Qingling didn't think it was such a difficult thing, but now that Feng Xuanyi said it, she realized how ignorant she was before.
"How's it going? Little Qingling, do you want to try it again?" Feng Xuan pointed to the scene of evil beasts eating each other in the distance and asked Qingling with a gentle smile on his face.
Qing Ling nodded seriously and moved her eyes into the distance. At this time, the number of evil beasts attracted was twice as many as before, but Qing Ling still restrained the fear in her heart and walked over step by step.
If you want to become stronger, you must overcome all obstacles in your heart. In the past, I really looked down on my companions and looked down on myself...