The person who was beheaded and lost all the sword seals frantically searches for the whereabouts of other sword mark bearers, kills crazily, and obtains the sword seals crazily. This is the final madness.
"Death!" Prince Ming Luo struck across the air with his sword, killing the opponent directly and receiving more than a dozen sword seals.
The chosen identity is very useful at the beginning, but after being killed, it will randomly resurrect in other places, which is equivalent to starting from scratch. But there is no time, and there is nothing to arrange. You can only rely on your own strength to hunt.
After all, no matter what status you have, it is no match for a sword in your hand.
Strength is the foundation, and status is a vassal brought by strength. If you don't understand this and value status more seriously, you are putting the cart before the horse.
Prince Ming Luo thought that he had suddenly become the crown prince of the Sword Kingdom and was in charge of everything. He set up a dragnet and prepared to catch all the masters in one fell swoop, harvest a large wave of sword seals, and become the best in this test.
Unexpectedly, an accident would happen in the end, that is, Chen Zong. I also did not expect that Chen Zong would be so powerful.
fail!
Everything is in vain, but there is indeed a swordsmanship that is useful to him in Dongting Sword Mountain. He cannot miss the opportunity. If he cannot become a swordsman, he must fight for a spot as a true disciple.
If he couldn't even get the spot as a true successor, it would be a huge loss to his reputation as the prince of the Mingluo Empire.
When he thought of Chen Zong's indifferent face, Prince Ming Luo couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart.
He didn't know that before that, there was a man named Gong Tianshen.
Fujian Mountain.
Chen Zong's robes were torn, and there were scratches on his arms and cheeks. These were the scars left by crossbow arrows shot through the air.
Even if Chen Zong is very powerful, he cannot completely avoid the siege of tens of thousands of elite soldiers and the volleys of thousands of strong bows and crossbows. It is amazing to be able to guarantee that he will not be hit head-on.
For two days and two nights, Chen Zong was constantly fighting tens of thousands of elite soldiers on Fujian Mountain. It was a high-intensity battle and there was no time to rest at all, let alone close his eyes and sleep.
If the cultivation level is still there, there is no problem at all for staying up for days and nights. But now, with an ordinary human body, even if it reaches the limit of the human body, it is more energetic. Under the consumption of such a high-intensity battle,
It’s also hard to resist.
Fortunately, Chen Zong's will was extremely tenacious, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago.
Although Chen Zong felt uncomfortable, the tens of thousands of elite soldiers also felt uncomfortable. They felt like they were facing a monster.
Yes, it is indeed a monster!
Two days and two nights of siege and suppression, even for them who had undergone rigorous training, was very difficult and very exhausted. Moreover, after two days and two nights, we lost thousands of people during the siege and suppression. This was due to their continuous cooperation.
Thousands of people were lost in the encirclement and suppression.
How amazing.
Behind a big stone, Chen Zong leaned on the stone, took out a Jingyuan Pill and a Yangshen Pill and swallowed them. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and became slow and long. He took a short rest, and every breath he could take was a breath.
There are still two Jingyuan Pills left and one Yangshen Pill left. I have to rely on these two Jingyuan Pills and one Yangshen Pill to survive this last day.
If you are killed here, it will not be a real death, but the sword mark will disappear, and all previous gains will be in vain.
Fatigue, deep fatigue, made Chen Zong want to close his eyes and sleep, but he didn't dare because he didn't know when the pursuers would appear again.
The pursuers are also very tired and need to rest.
After about a while, with the supplement 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 his body and the deepest part of his soul. That was caused by Jingyuan Pills and Yangshen Pills.
The pill cannot be recovered.
Chen Zong's ears twitched slightly as he heard a slight sound.
Someone is coming.
It's the pursuer.
His eyes opened instantly, shooting out an extremely sharp cold light, filled with murderous intent.
There was no movement, but Chen Zong's figure silently slid to one side and around to the other side of the boulder.
The moment Chen Zong passed by, dozens of sharp arrows pierced the air, drew graceful arcs one after another, and were thrown from a distance.
In just an instant, the place where Chen Zong originally stood was covered by arrows, and the sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding" was heard continuously. It was the sound of the arrows hitting the boulder, sputtering out countless sparks.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people surrounded him from the front, left and right, with murderous intent.
As soon as Chen Zong moved, he immediately ran away to the other side as fast and vigorous as a cheetah.
My purpose is not to kill these people, but to deal with them and spend time.
But now, the other party is chasing after her and is not willing to let it go.
Dozens of elite soldiers appeared directly in front, and the leader was obviously a soldier. He was even more powerful and was a swordsman-level swordsman.
"Kill!" The swordsman-level soldier swung his sword and attacked first, followed by dozens of elite soldiers. Such terrain was nothing to them who were trained rigorously.
The wolf in front and the tiger in the back can only be killed.
Chen Zong did not hesitate, he rushed forward and drew his sword from its sheath.
In an instant, Chen Zong and the soldier passed each other. The soldier's forward steps paused slightly, but the sword that was about to be cut down stopped in mid-air, motionless.
Chen Zong's figure was like the wind, rushing into the dozens of elite soldiers, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.
However, in less than three breaths, Chen Zong had already broken out of the encirclement of dozens of elite soldiers.
Kill them all!
Dozens of elite soldiers, all died.
Although they have considerable 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 turn into hundreds, then it is impossible for Chen Zong to kill them without paying some price. It will never be that simple.
As if riding a powerful horse, when hundreds of pursuers came over, they saw fallen figures one by one.
Those are their colleagues.
Although this is not the first time I have seen it in the past few days, I still feel filled with rage and murderous intent, and my scalp feels numb.
Tens of thousands of elite soldiers surrounded and suppressed one person, but not only did they not kill the opponent, they were not even able to seriously injure him, so that was it. Instead, they cost their own side more than a thousand lives.
Chen Zong did not go down the mountain, because the further down the mountain, the more pursuers would be, so he went up the mountain.
Time is passing slowly.
Chen Zong took another Jingyuan Pill to replenish his consumption. As for the Yangshen Pill, he has not taken it yet because it is not that time yet.
At critical moments, this can be a life-saver.
However, the elite soldiers of Fuxian Kingdom were also determined to fight Chen Zong to the death.
They have never suffered such a big loss before.
For the honor of Fujian Kingdom and their face, this person must be killed no matter what.
With half a day left, Chen Zong used his sword to kill hundreds of elite soldiers, and his own strength consumption became even more intense.
Five hours!
Four hours!
Three hours!
Two hours!
An hour!
When there was less than an hour left, hundreds of dead souls were added under Chen Zong's sword.
Those elite soldiers seemed to be getting more and more crazy. They were fearless in killing and brought great trouble to Chen Zong.
Although he killed hundreds of elite soldiers, Chen Zong himself was also hit by an arrow.
Pulling out the arrow, Chen Zong crushed the Jinchuang Pill and sprinkled it on it. Waves of burning pain spread out, stopping the bleeding.
It is indeed very troublesome. Prince Ming Luo has almost no plan left, even if he is killed by himself, he still leaves such a big trouble.
Fortunately, it was less than an hour ago. Otherwise, if it had been longer, it would have been really difficult and he would most likely have been killed here.
Take out the last Jingyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill and take them to restore your nearly exhausted strength.
The last moment, the last madness.
After a while, Chen Zong felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and his body was full of vitality. However, the fatigue that originated from the depths of his mind had become aggravated.
This deep-seated sense of fatigue made Chen Zong feel very powerless and somewhat inexplicably irritated. The irritability that lingered around him made Chen Zong want to vent it out.
How to vent?
Only kill!
Breathe...breathe...
Chen Zong breathed slowly, restoring his own strength through breathing.
A quarter of an hour!
In the end, there was only a quarter of an hour left, and thousands more elite soldiers came outflanking them from all directions.
This time, Chen Zong did not intend to avoid it anymore.
In the last quarter of an hour, the irritability in my heart became more intense, and it was as if a volcano was about to erupt, and it was difficult to suppress it.
If that's the case, let's fight.
Right is the final madness.
Clasping the long sword with his right hand, Chen Zong stood up, his eyes becoming sharper.
The sword leaves on his body have long been used up, and all that is left is the sword in his hand.
With one step, the whole person flew out like a strong wind. He lowered his body and reached the maximum speed. The wind whistled past his ears, making a whining sound. Chen Zong felt as if he was about to fly into the sky. A kind of
An indescribable sense of joy spreads out from the deepest part of my heart.
The irritability in my heart seemed to have eased a bit.
The arrow shot through the air, as if it was about to hit Chen Zong in a honeycomb, but the sword light flashed and rolled, deflecting the arrow and shooting it down in the air.
kill!
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he continued to kill, his body flashed, he killed one step at a time, and blood flowed all over the ground.
"Kill him at all costs." The general of this elite army, a general with the cultivation of a sword master, had red eyes.
It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling to see one's own men being killed continuously.
In such a mountain, it is difficult to arrange a battle formation and its power is limited. If it were on flat ground, it would never be like this.
Kill kill kill!
As the killing unfolded, the irritability in my heart also followed the killing, and continued to dissipate. An indescribable feeling quietly condensed out, and gradually, it seemed as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.
This feeling turned into motivation, urging Chen Zong to keep drawing out his sword, as if all fatigue didn't matter.
The elite general only felt a flash of sword light before his eyes, and an indescribable killing intent, like a volcano erupting, killing him instantly.
This murderous intention made his hair stand on end.
However, he could not retreat. He gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead protruded. The general gathered all his strength and used all his strength to strike out with one sword.