Swinging his sword constantly, each sword taking at least one enemy's life, Chen Ming shuttled through the sea of fire.

Finally, someone noticed that something was wrong, and in front, there was a squad of more than a hundred people, and they turned around, drew the full moon with the longbow in their hands, and wound their arrows.

Woohoo!

Woohoo!

Woohoo!

Hundreds of feather arrows were unstringed, and the feather arrows shot through the wind and towards Chen Ming, and the arrows of the feather arrows flashed with cold light in the firelight, as if a rain of swords fell in front of Chen Ming.

A sword qi once again slashed out from the Suwang Sword in Chen Ming's hand, flying towards the rain of arrows in the sky, and the feather arrows were swept away by a sword, in front of the cultivators, the resistance of mortals was so powerless.

Chen Ming was not interested in waiting for the second round of arrow rain in place, and with his speed, the other party could not lock on to him at all.

Chen Ming stepped into the crowd, the five-foot-long Suwang sword opened and closed, and every time the sword swung away, there was a different place for the enemy's body.

A sword light flew out from Su Wang's sword, and the sword light spread three feet, directly cutting dozens of people in half!

Chen Ming held the Suwang Sword in his hand, killing and moving forward in blood and flames.

Constantly killing, Chen Ming pursued for a full ten miles, the blood on his body dyed him into a bloody man, Chen Ming swung his sword and beheaded the person in front of him, his head was cut off, and his body was unable to fall to the ground.

The fire burned everything, leaving nothing but charred black dirt on the ground, and the knight riding the tiger shuttled among the burned enemies, reaping the lives of each other.

Although the Flying Tiger Army suffered some casualties, compared to the enemy's losses, it was simply not counted.

The Flying Tiger Army chased the fire and slashed the enemy, killing all the way, and finally arrived at the Tomb of King Jiang.

And before the tomb of King Jiang, they saw their commander.

Chen Ming looked up at the Jiang Wang's Mausoleum in front of him, the fire did not burn the Jiang Wang's Mausoleum, but hovered outside the Jiangwang Mausoleum, after all, the Jiangwang Mausoleum is a stone-cast tomb, and it will not be ignited by the fire, before the Jiangwang Mausoleum, there is a thousand-step long stone staircase, leading to the entrance of the Jiang Wang's Mausoleum, and now, the enemies who gather the entrance of the Jiang Wang's Mausoleum and the stone steps seem to be almost more than three hundred people.

Chen Ming looked at the remaining more than three hundred people, and his battle count seemed to be seven hundred and thirty-two.

The Flying Tiger Army approached Jiang Wangling, surrounding Chen Ming's back, a general wanted to rush up and kill these enemies, but Chen Ming suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, the Flying Tiger Army stopped at this moment, looked at Chen Ming, but it was Chen Ming's horizontal sword, "I've killed seven hundred and thirty-two, let me kill the last of these and complete my feat of slashing a thousand!"

More than 700 people have been killed, and there are only more than 300 people left in front of them, how can they let others interfere, if they are not completed this time, these more than 700 will not be killed in vain.

Listening to Chen Ming's faint words, the eyes of the surrounding Flying Tiger Army looking at Chen Ming trembled slightly, Shizi, he has already killed seven hundred and thirty-two......

And now, the prince wants to complete the battle of 1,000 battles!

The Flying Tigers retreated, leaving Chen Ming with plenty of range.

Chen Ming carried the blood-dripping Suwang sword towards the stone steps of the thousand steps, he stepped on the first stone step, there was an enemy in front of him waving the spear in his hand and stabbing at him, the five-foot-long Suwang sword flowed, Chen Ming waved the sword lightly, the spear fell to the ground, the blood infected the stone steps that were originally white, and the enemy fell.

Chen Ming continued to move forward, and the enemy kept pouring towards him, and he was like a leisurely walk, three steps and one sword, and one sword killed one person.

As Chen Ming ascended the stone steps, on top of the stone steps, one by one corpses fell on the stone steps and were injured, some rolled down, and some collapsed in place.

As more and more people died, they were finally afraid, Chen Ming in front of them was not something they could defeat at all, and they wanted to escape.

Chen Ming cracked the corners of his bloody mouth and smiled, "Run, where can you run?"

Su Wang's sword left his hand, Chen Ming used his sword to make the sword, and Su Wang's sword flew among the enemies on the stone steps, passing through the chests of one enemy after another.

When the Suwang Sword returned to Chen Ming's hand, his mana had been exhausted, and in front of him, there were more than a hundred people left, Chen Ming vigorously held the Suwang Sword full of blood in his hand, a little slippery, tore off his clothes, tore off a cloth belt, Chen Ming used the cloth belt to tie his hand and Suwang Sword firmly together, and then continued to step.

The last enemies on the stone steps finally understood that Chen Ming in front of them would not let them go at all, and rushed towards Chen Ming one after another.

Chen Ming Horizontal Sword, even if you don't have mana, just relying on this body that has cultivated the Ninety-Nine Xuangong is enough to kill you all!

Chen Ming unleashed the Suwang Sword's moves, and the five-foot Suwang Sword was in Chen Ming's hand, also passing through the enemy's chest.

Tired, Chen Ming had already slashed and killed all night, but fortunately, Chen Ming had practiced the Ninety-Nine Xuangong, otherwise he would not have survived this time.

Chen Ming gritted his teeth and continued to slash the enemy, waving the Suwang Sword in his hand.

One enemy after another died under Chen Ming's sword, Chen Ming finally ascended to the last step, looked at the last cultivator who was not at the fifth level of the Dao Realm, and directly swung his sword to cut open his chest at a speed that the other party couldn't react to, and split the opponent's heart.

Chen Ming turned around and sat down on the last step, resting with the Suwang Sword in both hands.

Dawn came, and the sun shone on Chen Ming's body, which was covered in blood. The clothes that were originally white were already red and black at this moment.

The Flying Tigers looked at Chen Ming sitting on the stone steps, covered in blood and sitting under their eyes, but they faintly felt a little afraid.

"Ding, the array slash exceeds 1,000, the achievement [Thousand People Slash] is achieved, 500 spiritual sense is obtained, 100 prestige points are obtained, and the aura murderous aura is obtained. If you kill more than 10,000 in a formation, you can achieve the achievement [Ten Thousand Slaughter]. ”

Blood-red smoke spread out from the blood stained on Chen Ming's body, hovering beside Chen Ming's body, and then converging towards Chen Ming's body, the blood-red smoke soaked into Chen Ming's body, making him look as terrifying as a killing god.

Chen Ming opened his panel:

Chen:

Prestige: 105

Identity: Intermediate cannon fodder.

Realm: The second realm of the Dao realm. Ascetic cultivation into the first realm of the Dao realm.

Physique: Immeasurable Dao body.

Exercises: Dragon Elephant Gong (a total of nine layers) Sixth layer (practice to the ninth level of condensation of Dao species). Ninety-nine Xuangong twenty-four layers (practice to seventy-two layers to condense the Dao).

Technique: Su Wang Sword condenses the royal sword heart.

Dao: None

Disciple: Zhuo Qingyao.

Shide: 50.

Psis: 1108

Aura: [Murderous].

Destiny: In the Demon Slaying Conference a year after the Great World began, he died at the hands of the dumb demons, a great disciple of the Demon Dao.

Murderous aura: It can deter people who are not determined and make them lose their minds.

Is there any mistake, I killed a thousand, and I am still cannon fodder!

But it seems to be right, most of the people killed are mortals, but not mortals, and I can't kill so many.

"Do you want to turn on the aura murderous aura?"

Chen Ming said softly: "Open!"

At dawn, the Flying Tigers looked at their commander, 30,000 against 100,000, they actually won, and it was a big victory, and all of this depended on Chen Ming's strategy and martial arts on the battlefield.

The generals finally realized one thing, they all misread Chen Ming, this is not an arrogant and joking guy, this is a god who uses soldiers like a god, and it can be called a god-killing existence on the battlefield.

The generals swung their right fists at Chen Ming and slapped their chests, and then knelt down on Chen Ming's knees and said, "What the sword of the prince points to, we will seal the territory with blood!"

The same is true for the sergeants, who join the generals to express their respect for Chen Ming. "What the sword of the prince of the world refers to, we will seal the territory with blood!"

However, Chen Ming didn't have the slightest consciousness of accepting their allegiance, what do I want you to do, "The hall master of the Killing Hall is not dead yet, you have time to kneel, why don't you go and see where the hall master of the Killing Hall has gone! What else will you do except kneel and be lazy?"