Female president's private killer

The iron sword is square, wide and straight. It looks like a very thick iron piece. When Duan Tiandao holds it in his hand and smashes it forward, there will be a strong wind, clouds flying, pulling the mountain out of the world's prestige, and the stones on the ground will avoid rolling in fear.

The iron sword hit the head of the iron stick.

The head of the iron bar was smashed flat.

The iron sword hit the iron stick.

The iron bar was bent by smashing.

It seems that the iron sword will never decline.

The iron sword hit the monk all the way.

The monk and his clothes suddenly turned into countless pieces.

Duan Tiandao looked up at the strong ancient warriors who came through the sky.

His right arm vibrated, and the iron sword in his hand waved from left to right.

This time it's no longer smashing, but shooting.

A fly swatter.

Shoot mosquitoes.

Those strong ancient warriors who came like flying stones were touched by the iron sword wind, turned into real stones, flew far away to the field, and then fell on the ground again.

A moment later.

The strong ancient warriors stood up with their swords firmly on the ground.

Duan Tiandao looked at them without expression.

The eyes of those ancient warriors showed a look of despair and inconceivable.

With a puff, all the blood in the chest and abdomen was sprayed out.

Then he collapsed like a water bag after being poured.

Fell to the ground and collapsed.

All their bones were smashed by iron swords.

Duan Tiandao was covered with blood.

It's all the enemy's blood.

The blood dripped down the edge of the armor and gradually merged into a blood stream.

"Zhou Jialang came to learn!"

Sanlang is always confident in his kendo.

Knowing that he was going to fight Duan Tiandao, who is known as the first monk in the world, he was very excited. He always wanted to see if Duan Tiandao could take his sword.

So his voice is very confident and very proud.

With this sound came a glittering flying sword. The sharp, thin and narrow body of the sword was like a feather arrow. It easily pierced the air and mist and roared.

Duan Tiandao looked at the mist without emotion. He didn't look at the flying sword and stretched out his right hand.

There was a tearing sound in the mist.

Like countless pieces of paper, torn into countless pieces by powerful fingers.

The breath of heaven and earth in front of the valley seems to be torn apart with this sound.

There was a groan of pain in the fog.

The long sword that roared to was suddenly snatched from Sanlang's hand and fell into Duan Tiandao's hand.

Duan Tiandao held the flying sword and didn't stab it into Sanlang's body, but threw it behind him at will.

With a sound of polishing, the sharp flying sword was deeply inserted into the slightly wet ground.

On Wednesday, Lang stood there in a daze, his hands empty. Looking at his expression, he looked as if he had been scared silly.

Two monks came forward and held his arms so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

On Wednesday, Lang woke up at this time, and a strange cry of horror came out of his throat.

At this moment, no one can understand his feeling. What kind of feeling is it to watch him practice hard for many years and see if the sword of life is taken away?

How could this happen?

How did the man opposite do it?

He looked at the gloomy sky and made a few strange howls from time to time.

Duan Tiandao didn't pay attention to these details. He just said faintly: "it's not easy to cultivate Taoism. If you die, you'll lose one. If you can live, you'll live."

More and more monks came forward slowly and silently.

Duan Tiandao raised his wide and straight iron sword and pointed to the dense monks, with his left hand behind him.

The second practitioner who attacked Qingxia was a small monk from Xiaobei county.

The so-called little monk means that although his family is not prominent, it is inherited by martial arts. His family's martial arts are not ordinary. He has fought with fierce animals in the mountains and fields for many years to improve his accomplishments. The realm is already very deep.

As long as they can show their strong strength in this war, their family will naturally become famous in the first World War and can lay a foothold at the moment.

The monk thought so and did so.

He held up the heavy knife that slaughtered countless fierce animals, drank like thunder, kicked an Earth Dragon between his feet in the field, and rushed unstoppably to Duan Tiandao.

The speed was so fast that even the air was buzzing.

The monks in the plain felt only a flower in front of them. The monk had already snatched Duan Tiandao's body, and the big knife cut down with endless power!

Duan Tiandao's face still had no expression.

He raised his broad and straight iron sword and waved it out.

When wielding the sword, there was no trembling all over.

The iron sword and the monk's sword met in the air.

The blade that once killed countless fierce beasts is as small and fragile as a piece of paper before the iron sword.

With a click, the heavy knife broke into countless pieces.

The iron sword continued to move forward, seemingly gently and calmly patting on the monk's chest.

A loud bang.

The monk's burly body suddenly left the ground, flew for tens of feet, fell heavily to the ground, and hit a deep pit.

A moment later, there was a fierce and unwilling roar in the pit.

The monk threw away the handle of his knife and climbed out of the pit angrily.

Then he fell back into the pit.

He roared and climbed again.

He fell back into the pit again.

If so, eight times.

Finally, he couldn't climb, and fell to the bottom of the pit.

Wow.

When I began to vomit blood, the blood was black, and even some debris of internal organs could be seen.

The power of the iron sword penetrated into the man's strong body and shattered his internal organs.

The monk didn't notice it until he tried to stand up eight times. Those vibrations made all the inner organs full of countless cracks open.

Like that seemingly powerful knife.

The next attack was not a person.

It's more than twenty people.

It's not a weapon.

They are more than twenty kinds of cold weapons.

The plain shrouded in the dark sky only heard the bleak wind, and all kinds of sharp blades shone all kinds of brilliant light.

Duan Tiandao looked at the more than 20 weapons that broke through the air, inserted the iron sword into the soil in front of him, and stretched his hands into the air to catch them at will. Because the action was too fast, it seemed a bit messy.

But listen to countless sounds.

More than 20 cold weapons were seized by him.

Duan Tiandao's palm is not too big.

I don't know how to catch so many weapons.

Those weapons were held in his hands like peacocks who were too proud to dress up. When they woke up, they opened the screen and hung their wings at will. It was a complete mess.

Then he threw all this mess behind him.

Into the wet and soft plain.

With a roar, then there are countless roars!

Almost half of the monks rushed forward, attacked the reef against the waves and patted the silent man. No matter how many companions fell, the people behind continued.

take up the positions of the fallen and rise to fight one after another.

Countless arms flew to the sky with blood.

Countless bodies were rocked into the distance.

Countless weapons came sadly and turned into scrap iron.

Countless weapons deep in the wilderness.

Different styles, different breath, wide and narrow, sharp and blunt.

But when they are inserted into the ground, there is no difference.

It's all so dead.

It was a forest, more like a cemetery.

Duan Tiandao stood in front of the tombs and waved an iron sword.

He always stood at the beginning and did not move a step.

His eyebrows remained flat, even for a moment.

There were no amazing expressions and movements, but waved the iron sword calmly and silently, from the first sword to now.

His body was stained with blood, and the blood flowed through the armor. The field where he stood was smashed into several clear blood pits by the blood, like water droplets and then stones.

He is very serious and meticulous.

Kill seriously and meticulously.

The more so, the more frightening and cold.

The vertical and horizontal breath on the field gradually disappeared.

Many monks were occupied by fear and subconsciously stopped attacking.

A cry broke out in the crowd.

I don't know which family's monk was scared to cry.

However, at the moment, no one wants to laugh at the man.

Because looking at Duan Tiandao's expressionless expression and the bleeding iron sword in his hand.

Everyone wants to cry.

Duan Tiandao standing there is like a killing machine that will never be tired. He is silent and firm and will never fall down.

The practitioners on LV Wei's side lost their confidence and began to retreat.

Another roar went off.

Then there were countless roars.

Then there were three hundred black soldiers who wore the same clothes, looked the same, and even had the same high momentum. With these countless roars, they rushed to the group of enemies who had lost their fighting spirit!

Morale is very important in the war between the two armies.

It's important enough for a 50000 strong Chu army to defeat a 400000 strong Qin army!

It is important enough for the Chu army with 30000 people to defeat the 560000 Liu Bang allied army!

Therefore, the number of people in a war is not necessarily the key to victory.

The biggest key is that their soldiers should have morale. With morale, they will have momentum. With momentum

Will win.

LV Wei's number is only three times that of Duan Tiandao, which is far less than that of Xiang Yu's original enemies.

At the moment, 300 people with morale and momentum are attacking a team with only more than 600 people and no fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

The situation turned upside down at the beginning.

But the problem is that the enemy has no way back.

When the retreating enemy found that they had no way back, the war finally entered a white hot stage.

Duan Tiandao, Shi Xiaohai and Duan Tianci, this is a three person combination with tacit understanding.

Shi Xiaohai rushed out like a tiger out of the gate. He used a knife.

Close the knife.

The wind hung on the knife, like a huge, out of control propeller scraping all the way. In an instant, the monk opposite was swept to death, just like a sharp knife deeply stabbing into the plump meat.

It's easy to meet someone who can spell a knife. Shi Xiaohai's wrist turned and the blade passed through. He cut in from the back of the man's neck with a puff. The knife was very cruel. When the knife was cut out obliquely from the neck, only a layer of skin was attached to the neck. The man didn't even have time to make a cry, his head hung down and blood gushed out of the broken cavity like a waterfall, Painted a large piece of crimson on the plain, and the drooping body ran forward a few steps before it fell to the ground with a plop.

Duan Tianci is not vague. He shakes an iron bar on his hand.

A red robed warrior waved a machete and cut into Duan Tianci's shoulder. It was estimated that he was young and bullied. Duan Tianci hit the machete with a stick. With a whoosh, the machete flew out by a stick and fell more than ten meters away. The tiger's mouth of the red robed warrior immediately cracked, and the whole arm seemed to be broken, so he couldn't lift up any strength.

Duan Tianci hit the head of the red robed warrior with a machete. With a bang, the man's head exploded like a watermelon smashed. With one stick, the soldier's neck suddenly lost a boss's thing. The whole skull was smashed into pieces. Two eyes burst out. The skull was directly broken and the brain splashed everywhere.

Duan Tianci killed several red robed warriors in front of him with one stick, and the rest who wanted to take advantage immediately dispersed.

Duan Tianci wanted to pursue while winning, but suddenly stopped.

Because his eyes were attracted by a charming figure.

In this war, everyone wore black soldiers' exclusive war clothes, but she wore a white skirt. The skirt rose slightly with her lightness, looking like a dancing flower.

"Flowers are like blood, sister-in-law?" Duan Tianci swallowed his saliva and said before he left that all the women stayed in the sea and were under close protection?

Why did she sneak in?