Chapter 65 The Last Madness

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Finally, there is one day left.

Those who have been beheaded and lost all their sword marks frantically search for the whereabouts of other sword-markers, beheaded frantically, and obtain sword marks frantically, this is the last madness.

"Death!" Prince Mingluo slashed across the sky with a sword, beheading the opponent directly, and harvested more than a dozen sword marks.

The chosen identity is very useful at the beginning, but after being beheaded, it will be resurrected randomly in other places, which is equivalent to starting from scratch, but the time is too late, there is nothing to arrange, and you can only hunt and kill with your own strength.

In the final analysis, what status or status is ultimately no match for a sword in hand.

Strength is the foundation, and status is the vassal brought about by strength. If you don't understand this, but put more importance on status, you are putting the cart before the horse.

Prince Mingluo thought that he would get the position of prince of Fujian Kingdom all at once, take charge of everything, lay down a net, and prepare to catch all masters in one go, harvest a large wave of sword seals, and become the best in this test.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident in the end, that is Chen Zong, and he did not expect that Chen Zong's strength would be so brilliant.

fail!

Everything is empty, but in Dongting Sword Mountain, there is indeed a sword that is useful to him. The opportunity should not be missed.

If he couldn't even get the quota for the true biography, it would be too much to lose his reputation as the prince of the Underworld Empire.

Thinking of Chen Zong's indifferent face, Prince Ming Luo couldn't help bursting into anger.

He didn't know that before that, there was a person named Gong Tianshen.

On Fujian Mountain.

Chen Zong's robe was torn, and there were scratches on his arms and cheeks, which were the scars left by crossbow arrows shot through the air.

Even if Chen Zong was very powerful, he couldn't completely avoid the encirclement and suppression of tens of thousands of elite soldiers and the salvo of thousands of strong bows and crossbows. It was already amazing to be able to guarantee that he would not be hit directly.

For two days and two nights, Chen Zong fought tens of thousands of elite soldiers constantly on Fujian Mountain. It was a high-intensity battle, and there was no time to rest, let alone sleep with his eyes closed.

If the cultivation base is still there, there is no problem at all without sleeping for a few days and nights, but now, it is only the physique of ordinary people, even if it reaches the limit of the human body, the energy is more abundant, under the consumption of such a high-intensity battle, It is also difficult to resist.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's will is extremely tenacious,

Otherwise, it would have fallen down by now.

Although Chen Zong was uncomfortable, so were the tens of thousands of elite soldiers. They felt that they were facing a monster.

Yes, it is indeed a monster!

The two-day and two-night siege, even those who had undergone rigorous training, were very difficult and exhausted, and after two days and two nights, their side lost thousands of people during the siege. Thousands of people were lost under the siege.

How amazing.

Behind a boulder, Chen Zong leaned against the stone, took out a Jingyuan Pill and a Yangshen Pill and swallowed it, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, made it slow and long, took a little rest, as long as he could rest, it was a breath.

There were still two Jingyuan Pills left, and one Yangshen Pill left. I had to rely on these two Jingyuan Pills and one Yangshen Pill to survive the last day.

If he is killed here, he is not really dead, but the sword seal will disappear, and all previous gains will be lost.

Exhaustion, deep exhaustion, made Chen Zong really want to close his eyes and go to sleep, but he didn't dare, because he didn't know when the pursuers would appear again.

The pursuers are also tired and need rest.

After about a while, with the supplements of Jingyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill, Chen Zong felt that he had recovered a lot, but a kind of deep-seated fatigue was located in the deepest part of the body, the deepest part of the soul. It was Jingyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill. Pills cannot recover.

Chen Zong's ears trembled slightly, and he heard a slight voice.

someone is coming.

It's chasing soldiers.

The pupils opened instantly, emitting an extremely sharp and cold light, full of killing intent.

No gestures were made, but Chen Zong's body slid silently to one side and circled to the other side of the boulder.

The moment Chen Zong bypassed, dozens of sharp arrows pierced through the air, and they were thrown from a distance in beautiful arcs.

In just an instant, the place where Chen Zong was originally standing was completely covered by arrows, and the sound of ding ding ding continued to resound, it was the sound of the arrow hitting the boulder, sputtering countless sparks.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people outflanked the front, left and right sides, full of murderous intent.

As soon as Chen Zong's figure moved, he immediately ran away to the other side as vigorously and swiftly as a cheetah.

My purpose is not to kill these people, but to deal with them and pass the time.

But now, the other party is chasing after him, and he is not willing to let it go at all.

Dozens of elite soldiers appeared in front of them. The leader was obviously a soldier, and his strength was even stronger. He was a swordsman at the level of a swordsman.

"Kill!" The swordsman swung his sword, and dozens of elite soldiers charged forward. This kind of terrain is nothing to them who have been trained strictly.

The wolf in the front and the tiger in the back can only kill.

Without hesitation, Chen Zong rushed forward and drew his sword out of its sheath.

In an instant, Chen Zong and the soldier passed by each other, the forward footsteps of the soldier paused slightly, but the sword that was about to slash stopped in mid-air, motionless.

Chen Zong's figure was like the wind, rushing into the dozens of elite soldiers, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

However, in less than three breaths, Chen Zong had already rushed out of the encirclement circle of dozens of elite soldiers.

Kill all!

Dozens of elite soldiers all died.

Although they have impressive strength, have undergone very rigorous training, and cooperate with each other very tacitly, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is false.

Of course, if dozens of people turned into hundreds of people, it would be impossible for Chen Zong to kill them without paying some price himself. It would definitely not be that simple.

As if riding a horse, when hundreds of pursuers came, what they saw were fallen figures one by one.

Those are their colleagues.

Even though it wasn't the first time I saw it in the past few days, I still felt full of anger and killing intent, and my scalp was numb.

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers encircled and suppressed one person, not only did not kill the other party, but they could not even seriously injure him.

Chen Zong did not go down the mountain, because the further down the mountain, the more pursuers, so he went up the mountain.

Time is slowly passing.

Chen Zong took another Jingyuan Pill to supplement his consumption. As for the Yangshen Pill, he has not taken it yet because it is not yet that time.

At critical moments, this is a lifesaver.

The elite soldiers of Fujian Kingdom are also determined to fight Chen Zong to the death.

They have never suffered such a big loss.

For the honor of Fujian Nation and for their face, no matter what, this person must be killed.

With half a day left, Chen Zong killed hundreds of elite soldiers with his sword again, and his own power consumption became even more intense.

Five hours!

Four hours!

Three hours!

Two hours!

An hour!

When there was less than an hour left, under Chen Zong's sword, hundreds of dead souls were added.

Those elite soldiers seemed to be getting more and more crazy, and they fought bravely without fear of death, causing Chen Zong great trouble.

Although hundreds of elite soldiers were beheaded, Chen Zong himself was shot by an arrow.

Pulling out the arrow, Chen Zong crushed the Jinchuang Pill and sprinkled it on it, bursts of burning pain spread out, stopping the blood.

It is indeed very troublesome, and that Prince Ming Luo has almost no plans to spare, even if he is killed by himself, such a big trouble will be left behind.

Fortunately, it was less than an hour, otherwise, if it took longer, it would be really difficult, and it is very likely that he would be killed here.

Take out the last Jingyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill and take it to restore almost exhausted strength.

It's the last moment, and it's the last madness.

After a while, Chen Zong felt that his strength had recovered a lot, and his body was full of vitality again, but a kind of exhaustion originating from the depths of his mind was aggravated.

This kind of deep-seated fatigue made Chen Zong feel powerless, and he also felt a little unexplainable irritability. The irritability was so entangled that Chen Zong wanted to vent it.

How to vent?

Only kill!

breathe... breathe...

Chen Zong breathed slowly, through breathing, to restore his own strength.

One quarter of an hour!

In the end, there was only a quarter of an hour left, and thousands of elite soldiers surrounded them from all directions.

This time, Chen Zong did not intend to avoid it.

In the last quarter of an hour, the irritability in his heart became more intense. It was almost like a volcano was about to erupt, and it was hard to suppress.

That being the case, let's fight.

Right is the last madness.

Clasping the long sword with his right hand, Chen Zong stood up, his eyes became sharper.

The sword leaves on his body have already been used up, and the rest is the sword in his hand.

One step, the whole person flew out like a gust of wind, his body was low, and the speed reached the extreme. An indescribable sense of pleasure permeates from the deepest part of my heart.

The inner irritability seemed to have eased a bit.

The arrow pierced through the air, as if it wanted to shoot Chen Zong into a honeycomb, but the sword light flashed and rolled, but deflected the arrow and shot it down in the air.

kill!

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he continued to beheaded and killed continuously, his body flickered, he killed every step, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Kill him, at all costs." This time, the general of the elite soldiers, the general who has the cultivation level of a master of swordsmanship, has red eyes.

Seeing one's subordinates being killed continuously with one's own eyes is extremely uncomfortable.

In such a mountain, the battle formation is very difficult to arrange, and its power is limited. If it is replaced on flat ground, it will definitely not be the case.

kill kill kill!

As the killing unfolded, the irritability in his heart also followed the killing, and continued to dissipate. An indescribable feeling quietly condensed out, gradually, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

This feeling turned into motivation, urging Chen Zong to unceasingly draw his sword, as if all fatigue didn't matter.

The elite general only felt a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, and an indescribable murderous intent, like a volcanic eruption, bombarded and killed him instantly.

This killing intent made his hair stand on end.

However, he couldn't retreat, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his forehead protruded. The general gathered all his strength and used all his strength to strike out with a single sword.