MTL - Master of Untold Daos-Chapter 41 [万屠]
I am a fatal weakness of Master.
Chen Ming’s heart was tight, and he looked around and countless swords were already aligned with Zhuo Qingyao.
With Chen Ming’s current legal power, he can still use one finger at most. He doesn’t know how much he can kill. He can’t do it, but Zhuo Qingyao must be unscathed. Chen Ming used to be an orphan. He can feel it. There is only one person in the world who is alone, fell, and can only climb up by himself. There will never be a second person to take care of him. He is injured and can only lick his wounds at night.
Zhuo Qingyao, only himself.
Except for herself, she has no second person to rely on.
Chen Ming is behind the Zhuo Qing Yao Road: "Reassure, I will fight for a while, if it is not, we will leave. No one in this world can hurt you."
Chen Ming opened his own black feather robes and blocked Zhuo Qingyao. After all, it was the feather of the big demon, which could block ordinary weapons.
Chen Ming’s sword and a flying sneak attacked Zhuo Qingyao’s flying sword and seriously said: “Do you know? You have completely angered me, and this anger can only let me vent my anger!”
Chen Ming is no longer going to kill those ordinary sergeants. Their offense can't break their own protective mana, and they can't hurt Zhuo Qingyao. He turned his current goal to the entrants in the sky. Only by killing these entrants that could hurt Zhuo Qingyao, he can fight unscrupulously.
And this time. At least 20 entrants have been gathered in the sky.
Chen Ming’s ankles, his feet and demon clouds, rushed to a practitioner, and the wave between them was a sword. At this moment, there was a flying sword flying in the back, and it was straight toward Zhuo Qingyao. Going, Su Wangjian had just waved out, and it was too late to take it back. Chen Ming turned and a sword fell on his chest, half a inch into the meat, and a trace of blood dripped on his chest.
After all, this is a spiritual soldier. If the ninety-nine Xuan Gong practiced to the equivalent of a demon, even the spirits could not break his body!
But now, he is still the last step from the demon.
The practitioner who controlled the flying sword wanted to take back his flying sword, but found that Chen Ming actually used the muscles to lock the flying sword!
The tenth floor of the Taoist territory, the tenth floor is the practice of the body, enhance the body, the ten layers can compress the aura of the body into a mana, and now Chen Ming, is the twenty-fourth floor of the road!
His flesh is that the Yaozu is far from good.
The muscles of the whole body are as strong as golden jade, and there is a layer of golden light faintly, and the muscles are tight. Like a steel pliers, the flying sword on the chest is locked!
Chen Ming walked in the air, but in three steps, he rushed to the front of the practitioner who Feijian could not take back. A sword slammed down and directly smashed the practitioner into two halves!
At this time, Zhuo Qingyao, who was flying to the back of the three-handed flying sword, Chen Ming reached out and grabbed the entrants in front of the road to take advantage of the turn, and the three-handed flying sword passed through this.
The practitioner, inserted in Chen Ming’s chest, in the abdomen, on his arm, directly throws the dead cultivator who can’t die again.
Chen Ming glanced at the four-handed flying swords inserted in his body. "It seems that I can only kill you or be killed by you."
"Unfortunately, I don't like to be killed by you, and I am very curious about what you were when you were killed."
Take a thousand years of snow ginseng from the storage ring, put it directly in the mouth, and swallow it a few times. Although you can't cure your injury now, you can keep yourself in shape. A spiritual stone emerged from the left hand, and Chen Ming absorbed the aura in the Lingshi to restore his mana while continuing to fly toward the pathfinder in the sky.
"I am practicing iron sand palm, I am going to grab his sword, you took this opportunity to kill him!" A burly practitioner.
After that, this entrance rushed to Chen Ming and directly went to Chen Ming’s Su Wangjian. Chen Ming smiled and said: “I want to catch my sword, I am afraid that I am dreaming!”
Chen Ming’s sword, the sword refers to the star, and the world is overbearing.
A sword slashed, and the sword was violent. The enemy who wanted to seize Chen Mingjian was directly shot into the ground by a sword. A large pit was thrown on the ground, and three sergeants were killed by the way.
The spiritual petrification in the left hand floated down, and Chen Ming’s hand once again appeared a spiritual stone, madly absorbing the spiritual stone.
A Lingshi and then a Lingshi turned into fly ash in Chen Ming’s hand. In front of Chen Ming’s body, another five-handed flying sword came. Chen Ming’s left hand reached out and stopped, directly holding the five handles with his left hand. Feijian also left five **** wounds on his left and left abdomen.
Chen Minggang is already angry at the moment, "Give me death! The world is overbearing!"
Sword gas rushed out from his right hand, and those who entered the Taoist sect who lost the flying sword were flying out with a sword!
puff!
puff!
puff!
The three entrances fell from the sky and turned into a mud.
"He can't support it for a long time. As long as we continue, he will definitely die because of serious injuries!"
"Go together!"
"Come with me and force everyone, hit him!"
Chen Ming looks at the more than a dozen entrants who are rushing toward himself. The aura on the left hand is violent, and he has to show one more finger!
Even if the mana is exhausted, there is nothing. With his flesh, no one can keep him!
"One finger through the mysterious!"
Chen Mingyi pointed out that the cyan giant fingers swept the storm again and flew toward the converging practitioners.
boom!
The cyan giant swept everything and killed it directly.
Nine introductory practitioners, by the way, smashed the earth that had already begun to break. On the ground, there was another big pit!
The aftermath is like a sputum spread, encountering ordinary sergeants, rubbing is a powder!
The rest of the practitioners finally did not dare to continue to attack Chen Ming. Chen Ming killed 38 intruders in the war. There were no more enlistings in the vicinity of the Imperial City.
Chen Ming Hengjian, looking at the ordinary sergeant on the ground, the corner of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, "Now, it is your turn to bear my anger!"
That is to say, Chen Ming is still worried that Zhuo Qingyao is hurt, he is ready to break through.
The mana is exhausted. He also has this powerful body. He swings his five-foot-long Su Wangjian. Chen Ming enters the crowd and slams like a humanoid tyrannosaurus. The long gun is in front and the sword is directly in front. Crashing past, Chen Mingru, like a wild beast, broke out toward the outside.
Ordinary people are not his opponents at all, and he is smashed and flies!
Chen Ming waved the hand of Su Wangjian to open the way, there is no enemy of his combination, in the left hand, still absorbing the reiki to restore mana.
"Hey, the battle is over 10,000, the achievement is [Wan Tu], the "killing" aura is upgraded to "killing", you get 5000 points of spiritual knowledge, 500 reputation."
[killing]
People are afraid of your killings and shuns.
Effect: Shocking, unwilling people lose their fighting ability, and your technique carries a hint of killing.
"Do you want to kill?"
"Open!"
The blood of a place spread a hint of red mist, and gathered toward Chen Ming. His eyes turned into blood red at this moment, and the whole body was stunned.
Under the aura, no sergeant dared to continue his attack on him. When he saw Chen Ming, he avoided it.
"He is not a person, he is a devil!"
"This is simply an invincible monster!"
"Come on, now I can't escape it!"
......
Chen Ming went all the way and walked for a while. Finally, he felt that there was a mana that could support his flight. He walked away from the place with his demon cloud.
On the edge of a creek, Chen Ming put Zhuo Qingyao behind him. Zhuo Qingyao looked at the wound in front of him, and Chen Ming, who had five swords in it, his eyes flashed with tears. "Master, you hurt. Doesn't it hurt?"
Chen Ming reached out to the head of Yan Zhuoqing. "Do not be sensational at this time. It must be hurting, ah, I have to kill my old life. Come over and help me out!"
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