Master of Untold Daos

Keep swinging the sword, each sword takes at least one enemy's life, and Chen Ming shuttles through the sea of ​​fire.

Finally, some people noticed that it was wrong. In front, there were teams of more than 100 people. They turned and the long bow in their hands was full of moons and the arrows were wounded.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hundreds of feather arrows were off the strings, feather arrows crossed the wind, and shot toward Chen Ming. The arrow of a feather arrow shimmered in the cold light, like a sword rain in front of Chen Ming.

Chen Ming’s hand, Wang Jianzhong, once again pulled out a sword and flew toward the arrow in the sky. The feather arrow was swept away by a sword. In front of the practitioner, the mortal resistance was so weak.

Chen Ming was not interested in waiting for the second round of arrow rain. At his speed, the other party could not lock him.

Chen Ming stepped into the crowd, and the five-foot-long Su Wangjian opened and closed. Every sword swayed, and there was an enemy's personal dislocation.

A sword light flew out from the king's sword, and the sword light spread three feet, directly smashing dozens of people directly!

Chen Ming holds the king's sword and kills him in the blood and flame.

Constantly killing, Chen Ming pursued a full ten miles, the blood on his body dyed him into a blood person, Chen Ming slashed the sword in front of the person who was beheaded, the head was taken away, and the body was unable to land.

The fire burned everything, leaving only the burnt black soil on the ground, and the knight riding the tiger rushed through the burned enemies, harvesting a life.

Although the Flying Tigers have some casualties, it is almost impossible to compare the losses of the enemy.

The Flying Tigers chased after the fire and smashed the enemy, killing the past all the way, and finally arrived at the Tomb of Jiang.

Before Jiang Wangling, they saw their commander.

Chen Ming looked up at the front of Jiang Wangling. The fire did not burn the **** tomb. Instead, it was hovering outside the Tomb of Jiang. The tomb of Jiang Wangling was a stone-casting tomb. It was not ignited by the fire. Before the Mausoleum of Jiang, there was a thousand steps. The stone steps lead to the entrance to the Ginger Tomb. Now, the enemies on the entrance to the tomb of the King of Ginger and the stone steps seem to have more than 300 people.

Chen Ming looked at the remaining 300 people, and his own statistics seemed to be 732.

The Flying Tigers approached the Tomb of Jiang Wang, surrounded by Chen Ming. A general wanted to rush to kill these enemies. However, Chen Ming suddenly reached out and stopped him. The Flying Tigers stopped at this moment and looked at Chen Ming. It’s Chen Ming’s cross sword. “I’ve killed 732, so let me kill the last one, and finish my 1000-year success!”

They have killed more than seven hundred, and there are only three hundred people left in front of them. How can they let others intervene? If this time is not completed, these seven hundred are not white kills.

Listening to Chen Ming’s faint words, the surrounding Flying Tigers looked at Chen Ming’s eyes with a slight trembling. Shizi had already killed 732...

Now, Shizi wants to complete the battle of a thousand!

The Flying Tigers retreated and left Chen Ming with sufficient scope.

Chen Ming, carrying the blood-stained Wang Wangjian, stepped on the stone steps of the thousand steps. He set foot on the first stone step, and there was an enemy in front of him waving the long gun in his hand and stabbing him. The five-foot-long Su Wangjian flowed. Chen Ming faintly waved his sword, the long gun landed, and the blood infested it was a white stone step, and the enemy fell.

Chen Ming continued to move forward, and the enemy constantly rushed toward him. He walked like a leisurely walk, three steps and one sword, killing one person.

As Chen Ming climbed the stone steps, on the stone steps, one body fell on the stone steps, some rolled down, and some fell to the original place.

With more and more dead people, they are finally afraid. The Chen Ming in front of them is not what they can overcome. They want to escape.

Chen Ming cracked his mouth and smiled at the corner of his blood. "Run? Where can I go?"

Su Wangjian left his hand, Chen Ming took the imperial sword, and Su Wangjian flew in the enemy on the stone steps, passing through the chest of one enemy after another.

When Su Wang’s sword returned to Chen Ming’s hands, his mana had been exhausted, and there were more than a hundred people left in front of his eyes. Chen Ming tried to hold the **** King’s sword in his hand, and it was slippery. Tearing open the clothes and tearing off a piece of cloth, Chen Ming tied his hand and Su Wang Jian firmly with a cloth belt, and then continued to step.

The last enemy on the stone steps finally realized that Chen Ming would not let them go, and they went to Chen Ming.

Chen Ming Hengjian, even if there is no mana, relying on this body with the ninety-nine pieces of Xuan Gong, it is enough to kill you!

Chen Ming began a trick of Su Wang, a five-footed Su Wang sword in the hands of Chen Ming, also walking through the enemy's chest.

Tired, Chen Ming has been slashing for a night, but fortunately Chen Ming has practiced Jiujiu Xuan Gong, otherwise it will not be able to support this time.

Chen Ming bit his teeth and continued to kill the enemy, waving the sword of the king in his hand.

An enemy and an enemy died under the sword of Chen Ming. Chen Ming finally reached the last stage. He looked at the last practitioner who had heard the five layers of the Taoist language. He directly swung his sword and opened his chest at the speed of the other party’s reaction. Broken the heart of each other.

Chen Ming turned around and sat down on the last step, resting his hands on Su Wangjian.

The dawn is coming, and the sun shines on Chen Ming, who is full of blood. This is a white dress that has been red and black at the moment.

The Flying Tigers looked at Chen Ming, who was sitting on the stone steps, sitting in the eyes of the blood, but faintly felt

Some fear.

"Hey, there are more than one thousand in the battle, and the achievement is achieved [thousands of people], gaining five hundred points of spiritual knowledge, gaining a hundred reputations, and getting a halo of murder. If you have more than 10,000, you can achieve the achievement [Wan Tu]."

A blood-red smog spread in the blood of Chen Ming’s body, hovering around Chen Ming’s body, and then gathered toward Chen Ming’s body, blood red smoke soaked into Chen Ming’s body, let him see It is as terrible as killing God.

Chen Ming opened his own panel:

Chen Ming:

Reputation: 105

Identity: Intermediate cannon fodder.

Realm: Law is built into the second realm of the Tao. Practicing into the first realm of the Tao.

Constitution: no amount of body.

Gongfa: The sixth layer of Long Xianggong (a total of nine layers) (trained to the ninth layer of condensate). Twenty-four layers of Jiujiu Xuan Gong (trained to 72 layers of condensed roads).

Method: Su Wangjian condenses Wang Dao Jianxin.

Road species: none

Disciple: Zhuo Qingyao.

Teacher's Morality: 50.

Spirit: 1108

Halo: [murderous].

Life: In the sorcerer's congress that opened one year after the Great World, he died in the hands of the demon of the Devil.

Murderous: It can shock people who are not determined to make them shocked.

Have you made a mistake, I am a thousand, actually a cannon fodder!

But it seems to be right, most of the killings are mortals, but not mortal, I can't kill so much.

"Do you open the aura to kill?"

Chen Ming whispered: "Open!"

Under the dawn, the Flying Tigers looked at their commander, 30,000 to 100,000, they actually won, and they still won, and all of this depends on Chen Ming’s strategy and Wu Yong on the battlefield.

The generals finally realized that they all misread Chen Ming. This is not a cocky guy. It is a soldier who is a god, but he is a **** on the battlefield.

The generals waved their right chests toward Chen Ming and then slammed their knees toward Chen Ming: "I am waiting for the blood to seal the enemy!"

The same is true of the sergeants, who together with the generals express their respect for Chen Ming. "The name of the son of the sword, I am waiting for the blood to seal the border!"

However, Chen Ming did not accept the enlightenment of their allegiance. I want you to do this group of wastes. "The lord of the temple has not died yet. You are free to go and see where the murder hall is. In addition to being lazy, will you still be jealous?"