Master of Untold Daos

Chapter 41

I am master's Achilles heel.

Chen Ming's heart tightened and looked around. Countless sharp swords had been aimed at Zhuo Qingyao.

With Chen Ming's current Dharma power, he can use one finger to understand Xuan at most. He doesn't know how many he can kill. He can't do anything. But Zhuo Qingyao must be unharmed. Chen Ming used to be an orphan. He can feel the loneliness of being alone in heaven and earth. If he falls, he can only get up by himself. There will never be a second person to take care of him and get hurt, I can only lick the wound at night.

Zhuo Qingyao, only herself.

She has no one to rely on but herself.

Chen Ming said to Zhuo Qingyao behind him, "don't worry, I'll fight for a while. If I can't, we'll go. No one in the world can hurt you."

Chen Ming opens his black feather robe and blocks Zhuo Qingyao. After all, it is the feather of a big demon, which can block ordinary weapons.

Chen Ming waved his sword and flew a flying sword that attacked Zhuo Qingyao. He said seriously, "do you know? You have completely angered me, and only by destroying the country can I vent my anger! "

Chen Ming no longer kills those ordinary sergeants. Their attack can not break their body protection mana, nor can they hurt Zhuo Qingyao. He turned his current goal to the practitioners of entering the Taoist realm in the sky. Only by killing those entering the Taoist realm that can hurt Zhuo Qingyao first, can he fight recklessly.

And now. At least more than twenty practitioners of entering the Tao have gathered in the sky.

Chen Ming stepped on the ground, stepped on the demon cloud, and rushed to a practitioner. A sword Qi broke out when he waved. At this time, a flying sword suddenly flew behind him and rushed towards Zhuo Qingyao. Su Wang's sword had just been waved, and it was too late to take it back. Chen Ming turned around, and a sword fell on his chest, half an inch into the meat, and a trace of blood dripping on his chest.

After all, this is a spirit soldier. If the 99 Xuangong cultivation reaches the peak of the demon general, even the spirit soldier can't break his flesh!

But now, he is still one step away from the demon general.

The practitioner who controls the flying sword wants to take back his flying sword, but he finds that Chen Ming locks the flying sword with his muscles!

There are ten layers in the Wen Tao realm. The ten layers are all for cultivating the flesh body and enhancing the flesh body. The ten layers can compress the aura in the body into mana, and now Chen Ming is the twenty-four layers in the Wen Tao realm!

His flesh is far inferior to the demon family.

The muscles of the whole body are as hard as gold and jade, with a layer of golden light shining faintly. The muscles are tight, like iron tongs, locking the flying sword on the chest!

Chen Ming walked in the air, but in three steps, he rushed to the practitioner whose flying sword could not be recovered. With a sword on his head, he directly split the practitioner in two!

At this time, three flying swords flew to Zhuo Qingyao behind him. Chen Ming reached out and grabbed the practitioner in front of him and turned around. The three flying swords passed through the practitioner, inserted them in Chen Ming's chest, abdomen and arm, and directly threw the dead practitioner who could no longer die.

Chen Ming glanced at the four flying swords inserted in his body, "it seems that I can only kill you or be killed by you."

"Unfortunately, I don't like being killed by you, and I'm curious about your expression when you were killed."

Take out a millennium snow ginseng from the storage ring, put it directly in your mouth, chew it casually and swallow it. Although you can't cure your injury now, you can also keep yourself in shape. A spirit stone appeared in his left hand. While absorbing the spirit in the spirit stone and restoring mana, Chen Ming continued to fly towards the practitioners of entering the Taoist realm in the sky.

"What I practice is an iron sand palm. I'll catch his spirit sword. You take this opportunity to kill him!" A burly practitioner said.

After that, the Taoist rushed to Chen Ming and directly grabbed Chen Ming's su Wang sword. Chen Ming smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'm dreaming if I want to catch my sword!"

Chen Ming wields his sword. The sword points to the sky star. The world is domineering.

The sword tilted and the sword Qi was fierce. The enemy who wanted to catch Chen Mingjian was directly shot into the ground by a sword, hit a big pit on the ground, and killed three sergeants.

The spirit stone in his left hand turned into fragments and floated down. A spirit stone appeared again in Chen Ming's hand, frantically absorbing the spirit stone.

A spirit stone and then a spirit stone turned into fly ash in Chen Ming's hand. In front of Chen Ming, five flying swords attacked. Chen Ming stretched out his left hand and directly clamped the five flying swords with his left hand, leaving five bloody wounds on his left hand and left abdomen.

Chen Minggang was already furious at the moment, "die! The world is overbearing! "

The sword Qi surged out of his right hand and flew out towards those practitioners who lost their flying sword!

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

The three entrances fell from the sky and turned into a pool of mud.

"He won't last long. As long as we continue, he will die of serious injury!"

"Let's go!"

"With the strength of us and others, hit him hard!"

Chen Ming looked at the more than ten practitioners who rushed towards him. The aura burst on his left hand. He wanted to use one finger to pass the Xuan again!