Sword God

(Third more, quickly, monthly tickets come and come)

Finally, there is one day left.

Beheaded, the person who has lost all sword seals, search for the whereabouts of other sword seal branders like crazy, crazy beheading, crazy get sword seal, this is the last madness.

"Death!" Prince Ming Luo killed with a sword in the air, directly beheaded the other side, and harvested more than a dozen sword marks.

The chosen identity is useful at first, but after being killed, it will be resurrected randomly elsewhere, which is equivalent to starting from the beginning, but the time is too late to arrange anything, and you can only hunt on your own strength.

In the final analysis, what status is ultimately no match for the sword.

Strength is fundamental, and status is the vassal brought by strength. If you don’t understand this, you will put the status of the status more seriously.

Crown Prince Luo thought that he had been the crown prince of Fujian Kingdom at once, took charge of everything, laid the Tianluodi net, prepared to wipe out all the masters and nets, and harvested a large wave of sword marks, which became the best in this test.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident in the end, that is Chen Zong, nor did he expect that Chen Zong's strength would be so brilliant.

failure!

Everything is empty, but there is indeed a sword way useful to oneself in Dongting Jianshan. Opportunities should not be missed, swords cannot be made, and even if there is any chance, a real biography can be won.

If you can't even get the true biography quota, you will be too embarrassed by his reputation as the Crown Prince of the Netherworld Empire.

At the thought of Chen Zong's indifferent face, Prince Luo Luo couldn't help but burst out of anger.

He did not know that before this, there was a man named Gong Tianshen.

Fujian Mountain.

Chen Zong's robe was broken, and there were bruises on his arms and cheeks. It was the scar left by the crossbow arrow shooting.

Even Chen Zong is very powerful, but in the face of the siege of tens of thousands of soldiers and the volley of thousands of powerful bows and crossbows, it cannot be completely avoided. It is already amazing to be able to ensure that he is not hit by the front.

Two days and two nights, Chen Zong was on the Fujian Mountain, constantly fighting with tens of thousands of soldiers. It was a high-intensity battle, and there was no time for rest, let alone closed his eyes and went to sleep.

If Xiuwei is still alive, it’s no problem to stay awake for days and nights, but now, it’s just a normal-level physique, even if it reaches the limit of the human body, it is more energetic, under such high-intensity battle consumption, It is also difficult to resist.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's will was extremely tenacious, otherwise he would have fallen.

Although Chen Zong was uncomfortable, the tens of thousands of soldiers were also uncomfortable. They felt like they were facing a monster.

Yes, it is indeed a monster!

The siege of two days and two nights, even if they have undergone rigorous training, they are very difficult to support, very tired, and two days and two nights down, in the process of siege, we have lost thousands of people, this is in cooperation with Thousands of people lost under the encirclement and suppression.

How amazing.

After a big stone, Chen Zong leaned on the stone, took out a Jingyuan pill and a Yangshen pill and swallowed, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and became slow and long, taking a little rest.

There are two remaining Jingyuan Pills and one remaining Yangshen Pill. I have to rely on these two Jingyuan Pills and one Yangshen Pill to support this last day.

If you are killed here, it is not really dead, but the sword seal will disappear, and all the previous gains will be lost.

Tiredness and deep exhaustion made Chen Zong want to sleep with his eyes closed, but he didn't dare because he didn't know when the chasing soldiers would appear again.

The chasers are also tired and need rest.

After about a moment, with the addition of Jingyuan Pills and Yangshen Pills, Chen Zong felt that he had recovered a lot, but a deep level of fatigue was located in the deepest part of the body and the deepest part of the soul. That was Jingyuan Pills and Yangshen What Maru cannot recover.

Chen Zong's ear trembled slightly, and he heard a slight voice.

someone is coming.

Is chasing soldiers.

When the eyes open, they shoot out the sharp cold awn, killing intently.

Seeing no posture, Chen Zong's figure was silent, gliding sideways to the other side of the boulder.

When Chen Zong bypassed, dozens of sharp arrows broke through the sky, drawing beautiful arcs and projecting from a distance.

It was only a moment when Chen Zong was originally covered by arrows, and the sound of Ding Ding Ding continued to sound. It was the sound of arrows hitting a boulder, which sputtered countless sparks.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people approached from the front and the left and right, murderous.

As soon as Chen Zong moved, he immediately moved to the other side as a cheetah, as fast and vigorously, and ran away.

My own purpose is not to kill these people, but to spend time with them.

But now, the other party is chasing after it and is simply not willing to stop there.

Dozens of elite soldiers appeared in front of them. The leader was obviously a soldier with stronger strength, but a swordsman of the swordsman class.

"Kill!" The swordsman-class soldier wielded his sword, and he was the first to kill him. Dozens of elite soldiers also rushed to the ground. Such terrain is nothing to them, who are highly trained.

Before the wolf, after the tiger, you can only kill.

Chen Zong did not hesitate, his body jumped sharply, and his sword was unsheathed.

In an instant, Chen Zong and the warrior passed by, and the warrior's footsteps rushed forward slightly, but the sword to be cut stopped in midair, motionless.

Chen Zong's body was like a wind, rushing into the dozens of elite soldiers, as if the tiger had entered the flock.

However, in a short period of time without any interest, Chen Zong has rushed out of the encirclement of dozens of elite soldiers.

Kill it!

Dozens of elite soldiers all died.

They certainly have good strength, have undergone very rigorous training, and cooperate with each other very well, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is false.

Of course, if dozens of people become hundreds of people, then Chen Zong wants to kill them, and it is impossible for him not to pay some price. It will definitely not be that simple.

As if riding a dust, when hundreds of chasing soldiers came, they saw them falling down one by one.

That is their colleague.

Although this is not the first time I have seen it in the past few days, I still feel full of anger, and I feel a scalp tingling.

Tens of thousands of soldiers encircled and suppressed one person, not only did not kill the other party, they could not even be seriously injured, but that's all. On the contrary, he also paid more than a thousand lives.

Chen Zong did not go down the mountain, because the more down the mountain, the more chasing soldiers, so, go up the mountain.

Time is slowly passing.

Chen Zong took another Jingyuan Pill for supplement and consumption. As for that one Yangshen Pill, it was not taken for the time being, because it was not until then.

At a critical moment, this is a life-saving thing.

Fu Jianguo's elite soldiers were also determined to die with Chen Zong.

Never before, they have never had such a big loss.

In order to support the honor of the sword country, and for their faces, this person must be killed anyway.

With half a day left, Chen Zong again killed hundreds of elite soldiers with his sword, and his own power consumption became more intense.

Five hours!

Four hours!

Three hours!

Two hours!

An hour!

When there was less than one hour left, hundreds of souls were added under Chen Zong's sword.

Those elite soldiers also seem to be getting more and more crazy, and the fearless killing has caused Chen Zong great trouble.

Although he killed hundreds of elite soldiers, Chen Zong also shot himself.

Pulling out the arrow, Chen Zong crushed the Jinchuang Pill and sprinkled it on it, and bursts of fierce tingling pain, stopping the blood.

It was indeed very troublesome. Prince Duro was almost innocent. Even if he was killed by himself, it would leave such a big trouble.

Fortunately, it is not yet an hour, or if it is longer, it is really difficult to do, it is very likely to be killed here.

Take out the last Jingyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill and restore it to nearly exhausted strength.

The last moment is also the last madness.

After a moment, Chen Zong felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and his body was full of vitality, but a kind of exhaustion that originated from the depths of his mind was aggravated.

This deep sense of fatigue made Chen Zong feel powerless, and he was a little unclear about the unclear irritability. The irritability made Chen Zong want to vent it out.

How to vent?

Only kill!

Breathe... Breathe...

Chen Zong breathes slowly, through breathing, to restore his own strength.

A quarter of an hour!

There was only one quarter of an hour left, and thousands of soldiers came from all directions.

This time, Chen Zong did not intend to avoid it again.

At the last quarter of an hour, the inner irritability was even more intense, and it was almost time to erupt like a volcano, which was difficult to suppress.

In this case, let's fight.

Quandang is the last madness.

Fastening the sword with his right hand, Chen Zong got up and his eyes became sharper.

The sword leaves on his body have been used up, and the rest is the sword in his hand.

In one step, the whole person flew out like a wind, the body was low, let the speed reach the extreme, the wind roared in the ear, whine, Chen Zong felt like he was about to fly up. The indescribable sense of pleasure spread out from the deepest heart.

The inner irritability seems to have been reduced a bit.

The arrow breaks into the air, as if to throw Chen Zong into a honeycomb range, but Jianguang flashes a roll, but shifts the arrow and shoots down in the air.

kill!

Like a tiger entering the flock, the beheading is continuous, and the body flashes, killing one step at a time, and the blood is flowing everywhere.

"Kill him at all costs." The generals of the elite soldiers, with the eyes of the generals who had been trained by Kendo masters, were red.

It was very uncomfortable to watch my own men being continuously killed.

In such a mountain, the battle array is very difficult to arrange, and its power is limited. If it is replaced on the flat ground, it will definitely not be the case.

Kill kill!

When the killing unfolded, the inner irritability also killed, and the constant dissipation, an indescribable touch, quietly condensed out, gradually, as if something had to break out of the cocoon.

This feeling turned into motivation, urging Chen Zong to continually produce the sword, as if all fatigue did not matter.

The general soldier only felt that the sword flashed in front of him, and an indescribable murderous opportunity, like a volcanic eruption, instantly bombarded to death.

This killing made him creepy.

However, you can't retreat, clenching the roots of your teeth, protruding the blue tendons on your forehead, the general will gather the strength of the whole body, use all your strength, and kill with a sword.

###Wish to change every day

July began. This is a season when even Africans cry and shout to return home, and it is also a season when you go out for a trip, because you can see the big white legs in the street.

In May, with the support of everyone and the efforts of Liu Dao, we won the seventh honor of the monthly pass. In June, we went to a higher level and won the fifth honor. Liu Dao is thinking, can this month go further? What about the third honor?

This is an unanswered answer, because Liudao will resume normal updates this month.

Liu Dao can understand the desires of the brothers, and desire to read more every day. It is better that Liu Dao can be five, six, seven, eight, or even ten more every day. The small leather whip is happily thrown, rhythmic, and it also comes with BGM. It urges a lot of bursts every day. The idea is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

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In the morning, afternoon, and evening, they are all in code. My hometown did not go back during the holiday. Because once I went back, there was no time code, and I could not update it. My friend told the party not to go out. It was also the code. If you go out less, even if you go out, you will come back in a hurry, thinking about the code word.

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