Master of Untold Daos

I am the master's fatal weakness.

Chen Mingxin tightened his heart and looked at it with all his eyes. Numerous swords have been pointed at Zhuo Qingyao.

To prove the power of the law now, he can do one finger at a time, I don't know how many can be killed, achievements can not be done, but Zhuo Qingyao must be unharmed, prove that he was an orphan before, he can feel that there was only one person between heaven and earth, fell down, can only climb up by himself, there will never be a second person to care about him, injured, can only lick the wound at night.

Zhuo Qingyao, only himself.

Apart from herself, she has no second person to rely on.

Chen Ming turned to Zhuo Qingyao behind him: “Rest assured, I will fight for a while. If it doesn't work, we will leave. No one in this world can hurt you. ”

Chen Ming lifted his black feather robe and blocked Zhuo Qingyao. After all, he was the feather of the great demon, able to block ordinary weapons.

Chen Ming waved his sword and split a flying sword that attacked Zhuo Qingyao in secret. "Did you know that? You have completely provoked me, and this anger, only the annihilation of the kingdom will allow me to vent! ”

Chen stopped killing ordinary sergeants, and their offense could not break his protective powers, nor hurt Zhuo Qingyao. He turned his current goal to the entrance practitioners in the sky, and he could only fight with impunity if he killed these entrances that could hurt Zhuo Qingyao first.

And at this point. At least two dozen entrance practitioners have gathered in the sky.

Chen Ming slipped his foot, stepped on the demon cloud, and rushed straight towards a practitioner. The wave room was a sword. At this time, a flying sword suddenly flew behind him and went straight towards Zhuo Qingyao. The Suwang sword had just swung out. It was too late to retract. Chen turned around and a sword landed on his chest, entering half an inch of flesh, on his chest, a drop of blood.

After all, this is a spiritual soldier. If Jiujiu Xuan Gong practiced to the peak of the demon, even the spiritual soldier could not break his flesh!

But now, he's one last step away from the demon general.

The practitioner who manipulated the flying sword wanted to retrieve his flying sword, but discovered that Chen Ming actually locked the flying sword with his muscles!

Ten layers of smelling land, ten layers are practicing flesh and strengthening flesh body, the ten layers can compress the body's spiritual qi into magic power, and now the statement is that the twenty-fourth layer of smelling land!

His flesh, the demon race, is far worse.

The muscles are as strong as golden jade, glittering with a layer of golden light, muscles are tightened, like iron pliers to lock the flying sword on your chest dead!

Chen Ming walked in the sky, but three steps rushed into front of the practitioner who could not be retrieved by the flying sword. One sword struck him in the head and cut this practitioner in half!

At this time, the three flying swords flew toward Zhuo Qingyao behind him. Chen Ming reached out and grabbed the entrance practitioner in front of him and turned around. The three flying swords passed through the practitioner. They were inserted in Chen Ming's chest, abdomen and arms, and threw the dead entrance practitioner directly at him.

Chen Ming glanced at the four flying swords inserted in his body, “It seems I can only kill you, or you can kill me. ”

“Unfortunately, I don't like being beaten to death, and I'm curious about the look on your face when you were beaten to death. ”

Remove a thousand years of snow ginseng from the storage ring, put it directly in your mouth, and swallow it after a few bites. Although you can't cure your injuries now, you can also keep yourself in shape. A spiritual stone emerged in his left hand, stating that while absorbing the spiritual gas in the spiritual stone to restore his powers, he continued to fly towards the inbound practitioners in the sky.

“What I practiced was iron sand palm. I went to grab his sword, and you killed him while you had the chance!” A stately practitioner's path.

Afterwards, this entrance rushed towards Ming. He grabbed it directly towards Ming's Suwang sword. "I'm afraid you're dreaming of grabbing my sword! ”

Chen Ming waved his sword, pointing at the stars, and the world hegemonically raised his hand.

One sword slanted, sword flash, trying to catch Chen Jian's enemies was shot directly into the ground by a sword, smashing a large pit on the ground, while killing three sergeants.

The spiritual petroleum in his left hand floated into pieces, and once again a spiritual stone appeared in Ming's hand, absorbing the spiritual stone frantically.

A spirit stone was then turned into flying ash in Mandarin's hand. Before Mandarin's body, another five flying swords attacked him. Mandarin reached out his left hand and clamped the five flying swords directly with his left hand, also leaving five bloody wounds on his left hand and left abdomen.

Chen Ming was already furious at this moment, "all die! World domination! ”

The sword gushes from his right hand, and those practitioners entering the country who have lost their swords fly out with a sword!

Pfft

Pu

Puff

Three entrances fell from the sky and turned into a piece of mud.

“He won't last long, and as long as we keep going, he will die from serious injuries! ”

“Together! ”

“Join me in waiting for the power of all, and strike him hard! ”

Chen Ming looked at the dozen inbound practitioners who rushed toward him, and the spiritual energy burst over his left hand. He was going to do another finger-to-finger Xuan!

Even if the magic runs out, it's nothing. With his flesh, no one can keep him!

“One Finger Tong Xuan! ”

As Chen pointed out, the blue giant finger swept the wind cloud again and flew towards the converging practitioner.

Boom!

Blue giant fingers swept through everything, directly killed nine entrance practitioners, while smashing the already shattered earth, above the earth, another great pit appeared!

The afterwave spreads like a ripple. If you encounter an ordinary sergeant, rubbing it is powder!

The rest of the practitioners finally dared not to continue their attack on Chen Zheng. Chen WWI killed 38 practitioners entering the country, and there were no more entering the realm near the Imperial City to kill them.

Chen Ming Yongjian, looking at the ordinary sergeant on the ground, the corner of his mouth spilled a little blood, “Now it's your turn to bear my anger! ”

Having said that, Chen Ming was still worried that Zhuo Qingyao would be harmed, and he was ready to break through.

Exhausting his powers, he also had this powerful flesh, waving the five feet long Velvet Sword in his hand, stating that he killed into the crowd, like a human dragon, collided directly with the long gun, collided directly with the sword, collided directly with the sword, stating that he was like a mad beast, and burst outside.

Ordinary people are not his opponents at all. He hit them all over the place!

Chang Ming waved the Sword of the Suwang in his hand and opened the way. There was no enemy of his union at all. In his left hand, he was constantly absorbing spiritual energy to restore his powers.

“Ding, the battle has been cut off, you have achieved [Massacre], [Killing] Halo has been upgraded to [Killing Idea], you have gained 5,000 spiritual points, 500 prestige points. ”

Killer

People are frightened and afraid of your killing.

Effect: Deterrence, incapacity of a person with uncertain will, carrying a little kill will in your technique.

“Is [Killing Intent] On? ”

“Activate ”

The blood of the land spreads a slight red fog and converges towards Chen Zheng. His eyes turn blood-red at this moment, and he is full of killing intentions.

Under the cover of the halo, no sergeant dared to continue to attack him. When he saw Chen Zheng, he avoided giving way.

“He's not human, he's the devil! ”

“This is an invincible monster! ”

“Let's go, it's too late to escape! ”

......

Chen Ming went forward for a while and finally felt the power to support his flight. He stepped on the demonic cloud at his feet and left directly.

By a stream, Zhuo Qingyao put down his back. Zhuo Qingyao looked at the wounds in front of him and inserted five swords of Zhuo Qingyao. Tears flashed in his eyes. “Master, do you hurt? ”

Chen Ming reached out and rubbed Zhuo Qingyao's head. “Don't stir up love at this time. It must hurt. Ahoy, it's killing me. Come and help me pull it out! ”

“Gentle, gentle, painful! ”