He's dead.

Or rather, they were all killed.

The three strongest people under the thirty-five masked men in the dark night were pierced by Jing Ming with a sword, and their chests and chests were pierced by the sword, and normal people in this situation were completely dead.

The Poison Monarch, the Saint Monarch, and the Demon Monarch are quite normal, and there is no movement after the legs and feet twitch and tremble, the only thing that has not changed is their faces, the three identical faces do not have a trace of pain, and they close their eyes at the same time.

The masked man sat at the table, picked up the teacup in front of the table, took a sip of tea, put the teacup back on the table, stood up and untied his coat and hung it on the clothes rack beside him.

The mask man wears a set of soft armor under his underwear, and there is a slight dark red in the gap of the Lin armor, most of this kind of soft armor is worn by generals on the battlefield, made of heterogeneous fish scales and soft leather, and the careful refining of the monk can well weaken the damage of the true qi sword, he didn't look at the three people who were no longer twitching on the sword, stared at Jing Ming, and said: "Gongzi is worthy of being the person who can stir up the situation in Zhongyan Fengtian, the old man really didn't misunderstand you." ”

Jing Ming didn't know what tricks this old man was going to play, so he didn't attack rashly.

The long sword in his hand shook, and the three corpses worn on the sword all turned to ashes the moment they landed, and there was not even a trace of the wind blowing and fluttering.

"What a means," Jing Ming said.

The Three Monarchs of the Dark Night of the Mighty Earthquake Chi Yu were not living people at all, they were all illusions of Dao Fa or magic weapons.

The young man's gaze first swept over the clothes hanging on the hanger by the masked man, and finally fell on him, with a sneer on his face, and sneered: "Isn't it tiring to be like this, one person plays as three people, and he has to play the Demon Sect to kill indiscriminately, and he has to pretend to be a scholar, so it's not enough to have to play with poison on this medicine jar, no wonder your cultivation is so unbearable, one head has to accomplish so many things, it's not a disease." ”

The masked man's cultivation is not weak, and his breathing is long and powerful, at least the strength of the peak of Ruyi.

The oppression of the breath of Sword Mountain is not friendly to people who do not have the land of Qingshan, and it will only press down one layer of the realm, but there are more than two layers of land resources for those who have no substantial land resources, and the secret organizations such as Dark Night Thirty-five do not have substantial land resources, and the cultivation is even more powerful, and the original cultivation of the masked man is the middle stage of happiness and is infinitely close to the late stage, and he is directly suppressed to the peak of Ruyi, as Jing Ming said, if he can bury his head in penance one way, it will not only be in the middle of happiness, and he must have been at ease.

"Hey~~"

The masked man sneered and said, "The old man has ambitions, how can you guide this kid." ”

He clenched his fist with one hand and raised his palm with the other, the two hands were intertwined/put together to make a snapping sound, and a violent wind rushed out between the palms of his hands, Jing Ming's palms blocked his face, and his eyes narrowed, this wind was quite evil and there would be a chill blowing on his body, and after drilling into the body, there would be an illusion that the whole body was falling, Jing Ming stabilized his body while being vigilant around, and his body suddenly moved sideways to the left, and a row of Yin Qi Sen arrows were inserted in the position where he was standing just now.

The boy looked up, his pupils suffocated slightly.

The surrounding scenery is not the poor jade building in Taiwu District, it has become another scene, it has become an endless plain, a hundred meters in front of them stands a row of soldiers with strong bows, they open their bows and arrows and arrows point at the sky, and they can almost cover the sun when they let go together, behind the archers are cavalry, each of them is fully armed, holding a green dragon broadsword in their hands, and then a group of infantry carrying shields, the shield is very heavy, and every time it is lifted and falls, it will fall a pit on the ground, and the eyes cross the archers, cavalry, The shield infantry saw a general in armor, wearing a mask that seemed to be smiling, and it was the man with his head and tail hidden, standing behind him this hanger, on which hung a dragon robe.

The figure of the face man is not tall, and the generals who stand in front of thousands of troops and horses are generally very powerful, all of which have nothing to do with the mask man, although he wears chain mail to command thousands of troops, when he can't find the appearance of a general, it is like a lucky person who was pulled by chance.

"Roar~~"

A roaring voice rang out.

Jing Mingtou turned behind him and saw a black mist, the roar came from inside, and from time to time the edge of the heavy fog would feel nails as thick as a baby's arm, it was a fierce xenomorph.

The masked man stepped forward and said, "Jing Ming, I have the ability to command thousands of troops, as long as you can ask the East Star King for an army, whether he is the Xisaifeng who gathers at the North Gate or the bandits who claim to be real soldiers on Tianguang Peak, I can beat him to pieces." ”

The whole army shouted: "Invincible." ”

The momentum was rumbling, the sound was overwhelming, Jing Ming was too small to stand alone in front of thousands of troops, and there was an illusion that he would be drowned with a mouthful of spittle.

"Now you have come to your senses?" said the masked man.

In response to him, Jing Ming's sword was twisted and made a crisp sound, the meaning was simple, what nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight.

"Stubborn," the masked man sneered, waving his hand.

The archers of the first queue stepped forward, this phalanx was about 3,000 people, extremely well-trained, the movements were neat, the legs were raised and dropped almost with a ruler, and the front and back were generally not different, and they stopped when they were still fifty steps away from Jing Ming, such a distance was enough to shoot Jing Ming.

The black mist contracted and suddenly expanded to a position only three meters away from Jing Ming, and Jing Ming's retreat was sealed.

At this time, the elusive giant claw in the black fog poked out and swept, and the wind and thunder roared at the fingertips.

Jing Ming's body was half-bowed, jumped up, the ground collapsed slightly and fell into a pit, at this time, the bow and arrow team of three thousand people let go of the arrows that had already been opened, the sky that was not very bright suddenly darkened, the arrows covered the sky and the sun and said that it is not an exaggeration to say that you can't see your five fingers, these archer soldiers are very weird, standing silently like ghosts crawling out of hell.

The Qingshan Pool Jade Tyrant Martial Sword is forged with three rare treasures in the world: the Golden Dragon Backbone, the Imperial Fire, and the Soul Hook Jade, and in order to get the Soul Hook Jade Pool Jade Ancestor, he did not hesitate to launch a national war, and cast this extremely cathodic cold treasure with the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.

After the three teams of archers, cavalry, and infantry appeared, Jing Ming concluded that the Soul Hook Jade of the Martial Sword Soul must be in the hands of the lucky man in the mask.

At present, this army is easy to explain, it must be the heroic spirit of those who died in 100,000.

The arrows shot by the living can kill, but the arrows shot by the ghosts are not as simple as killing people, and Jing Ming will soon taste what it will be like.

Jing Ming's abnormal head iron, leaning forward to maintain a forward posture, with a calm expression on his face, the long sword in his hand waved in the arrow to create a gap, not to mention the density of the arrow can shoot mosquitoes to death, it is possible to shoot flies to the size of mosquitoes, the sword in the young man's hand also came to cut a way forward, after advancing twenty meters, this move is not very effective, the body is hit by arrows, the arrow will disappear immediately when it falls on the body, and the part of the arrow disappears except for the pain, similar to being bitten off by a ghost.

This pain has reached as many as 10 places.

The boy didn't stop, the sword kept swinging, not thinking about completely splitting a clean road, but cutting a gap, and his body shuttled through it, and this would happen if he couldn't break through.

Jing Ming stepped on the arrow on the sole of his foot, his body passed through the gap between the two arrows, an arrow flew to the top of the head, and an arrow flew to the top of the chest, the arrow on the top of the head was broken into two pieces in a flash, and the chest was set up and the arrow was allowed to pass through it, with a 'bang' sound, Jing Ming landed on the top of the archer's head and fell to the ground, reflexively swept the sword, and the sword blade popped out more than a dozen sounds, and the person or soul who died under the sword was never less than ten.

The black mist accompanied him without a shadow, Jing Ming could kill more than twenty people, and the black mist rushed behind him to cover the vast majority of archers, and there was a crunchy sound in the fog, and he should have died miserably.

The masked man was annoyed and angry, and the broadsword cavalry attacked.

The cavalry team will not pay attention to neatness and uniformity, and the fast rush can kill more, and the captain will take the lead, and the knife will be dragged behind.

Jing Ming's body fell down again, jumped up as before, and fell just above the head of a cavalryman, the sword swiped downward, and the head of that guy was removed, and the body fell from the side of the broken bones that were trampled by tens of thousands of legs, Jing Ming fell on the horse's back, and the long sword slashed left and right by him to kill out of the vacuum range of one meter in diameter, and the two legs slammed the horse's belly, and rushed out of the group and went straight to the forefront of the leader.

The general has a trick called the Drag Knife Meter.

The distance between Jing Ming and the commander is getting closer and closer, from ten meters to five meters, to three meters, to one meter, the knife in the leader's hand has been gathering momentum, at this moment faintly like a big dragon roaring, the moment Jing Ming arrived in front of him, the knife rolled like a dragon turned over, cut from the bottom to the top, first cut the horse's belly, hundreds of pounds of horses like paper paste directly into two, Jing Ming flew up, the sword stabbed the leader through the heart.

Although he kills the enemy, he is no better.

The earth dragon knife slashed in the chest, and the arrow fell on the body was numb, and this big knife was a real wound on the body, and the blood was dripping, and half of the young man's body was dyed red.

The masked man stared at all this indifferently, as if to say that the trapped beast was still fighting, and he would die immediately.

The black mist caught up with him, and the cavalry was immediately swallowed up.

Jing Ming looked up at the nouveau riche masked man, and said, "What are you," his footsteps got up, faster and faster, and the last shield soldier of the last class was dispatched, and the shields were connected and coordinated together to move forward as if pushing a mountain to walk, and it kept rising, from one meter to two meters at the beginning, and then to three meters and ten meters.

Jing Ming rushed under the shield and stepped on it and rushed upward, the shield sometimes split, piercing through the iron spear spear, and the boy couldn't dodge being stabbed in the calf, pulling out a blood groove that was enough to see the white bones.

The boy soared into the sky.

The nouveau riche general was at his feet, and the sword in his hand flew out, but instead of slashing at the general, he took the dragon robe hanging on the shelf behind him.

The masked man yelled, "How dare you?"

Jing Ming responded to him: "Why don't you dare!"

The boy fell and lifted up, grabbed the masked man's face with one palm, and slammed it to the ground.

Get down.