Jiang Siming looked at the Changlin army that surrounded him heavily and took a deep breath.

"Whether you can live or not? It depends on God's will!" Jiang Siming smiled with relief. When he took out the m4a 1, he never thought that it would cause so many troublesome things. All of this was because he was worried about himself at that time.

Being too prophetic and overconfident.

Jiang Siming slowly tore off the mask that had been tightly stuck to his face and the wig on his head. Sweat and blood soaked the silk mask, making Jiang Siming extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Jiang Siming's half-ferocious look was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

"drink!"

In an instant, the evil spirit exploded to the extreme, amplifying the negative emotions tenfold and making the Changlin army surrounding Jiang Siming even more frightened.

At this time, Jiang Siming, who was soaked in blood, was regarded as a devil from hell in the eyes of the Changlin Army soldiers.

"Kill!" Someone in Changlin's army shouted in fear.

In an instant, countless arrows shot at Jiang Siming.

"Chaos Clock!"

The huge bell instantly enveloped Jiang Siming, but the countless arrow feathers were unable to harm Jiang Siming in the slightest.

After the arrow feathers, heavy shields coming from all directions hit the Chaos Clock hard. The hits again and again, and as the clock body trembled slightly, Jiang Siming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.

To the soldiers of the Changlin Army, this was like twelve ounces of gold. On top of the Chaos Bell, the Changlin Army's collision became more and more crazy.

Jiang Siming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the four black soul rings suspended in front of him completely blended into the night.

But no one noticed that one of the black soul rings had quietly lit up at this moment.

"Zhongzhizhen!"

In an instant, the avenue lines engraved on the Chaos Clock emitted little streams of light, converging into strange marks that quickly circulated on the Chaos Clock.

The Chaos Bell was deeply embedded in the ground, and the bluestone shattered inch by inch. A strange concussive force knocked Chang Lin's army and its heavy shields away. His internal organs were overturned, and countless blood was spilled in the air.

The gravel now became a life-threatening talisman, planting bloody flowers.

Countless Changlin soldiers fell, but more Changlin soldiers rushed up.

"Jiang Siming! You must die today!" Zhu Xingtian and the others saw that Jiang Siming was almost exhausted and couldn't help laughing crazily. To them, the lives of ordinary soldiers were nothing.

"Then give it a try!" Jiang Siming took back the Chaos Clock at this moment.

The two swords of the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword were held in his hands. Jiang Siming did not hesitate to put the two swords together tightly. The two colors of gray and red quickly intertwined together, emitting a dazzling white light that illuminated the night.

Jiang Siming's eyes turned blood red at this moment, and his face was filled with a ferocious expression. The little soul power left in his body was drained away, and the sword of light in his hand seemed to have the power of a thousand catties.

"Death!" Jiang Siming roared hysterically. At this moment, he no longer had any extra soul power to use his soul skills, so he tried his best to swing a sword energy hundreds of meters long.

The white sword energy seemed to illuminate everything, and everything it passed was only annihilated.

Without a drop of blood, half of the tens of thousands of Changlin troops disappeared in an instant.

"Impossible!" Zhu Xingtian looked at Chang Linjun, who had half disappeared in front of him, his eyes full of shock.

"Is this really a five-ring soul king?" Zhu Xingtian and the others couldn't help but feel regret in their hearts.

If Zhu Zhuqing can be treated kindly, maybe the Zhu family can add a powerful guardian.

As the white sword energy dissipated, the silence that should have existed at night returned again.

The remaining Changlin troops looked at the clean open space that had disappeared, fear filling their hearts.

At this moment, Jiang Siming's hands were trembling, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Damn! If you don't come here, you bitch, old man, I'll die!" Jiang Siming, who looked calm on the surface, was actually panicking inside. At this moment, he could only frighten the group of people in front of him by pretending to be calm.

Jiang Siming can only hope that there are no brainless people in this group of Changlin soldiers. If someone who is not afraid of death comes up to chop him, Jiang Siming really can't resist now. The move just now has been used up.

All the soul power in Jiang Siming's body.

The only thing that has been released now is the aura of overlord, and the force level has been increased by 100%. I hope I can win a little more time.

"kill!"

A limping soldier suddenly slashed at Jiang Siming, with a dull expression on his face.

"What the hell!" Jiang Siming was really speechless at this moment.

"I didn't expect that in my wise life, I would die at the hands of an ordinary person!" Jiang Siming was not sad at this moment, and there was no smile on his face.

It was a mistake for Jiang Siming to come to Douluo Continent. The world where the strong is respected is cruel. Jiang Siming was once envious of it, but after experiencing it, he found that he did not seem to be happy.

What's wrong with the ordinary world?

A cold light flashed through, and Jiang Siming gently closed his eyes, waiting for the next moment of fate to come.

However, after a dozen breaths passed, there was no suffocating feeling of waiting.

Jiang Siming opened his eyes slightly, and Sword Douluo stood in front of Jiang Siming teasingly.

"You old thief!" After Jiang Siming said that, he passed out in Sword Douluo's arms.

In fact, after Jiang Siming used the two swords to unite, the moment his soul power was drained, Jiang Siming was able to stay awake all because of the support of his will. The arrival of Sword Douluo at this moment finally gave temporary relief to his tense nerves.

of relaxation.

"What a stubborn boy!" Sword Douluo slowly carried Jiang Siming on his back and tied a long rope around his waist.

"Since I reached level 98! For the first time, I want to try what it feels like to have full firepower?" Sword Douluo grinned, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Sword Douluo! Angry!

"Level 98!" The pupils of Zhu Xingtian and the others dilated instantly.

Without Zhu Zhuqing and others at this moment, Sword Douluo didn't have to worry about the aftermath of the battle affecting them.

The phantom of the Seven Killing Sword reaches directly to the ceiling, and the long sword is swung as if it is trying to move the clouds and the moon.

A sky-reaching aura instantly annihilated everything around Sword Douluo. At this moment, Sword Douluo seemed to be standing in the void.

"Kill him!" Zhu Xingtian was already going crazy at this moment, and he had lost confidence looking at Sword Douluo who was already like a god.

The remaining Changlin Army looked at Sword Douluo who was like a sword god descending to earth. His trembling hands could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, and the jingling sound kept ringing.

Seeing this, Sword Douluo didn't make it difficult for those Chang Lin soldiers who had put down their swords. Military orders were hard to disobey! But no one wanted to die in such a meaningless way.

Among the Zhu family, only Zhu Xingtian, who was seriously injured, and Zhu Xingdi and Zhu Xingren, who each lost an arm due to the force of the killing, were left.

"Sword Dao Chenxin! My Zhu family is in trouble this time, how can we let us go?" Zhu Xingtian also gave in at this moment. The Zhu family has suffered such great losses, but fortunately they have obtained the formula, even if Sword Douluo Lion opens his mouth.

, being able to maintain the high-end combat power of the Zhu family is considered acceptable.

"Haha! I don't mind. If you don't die with one strike from me, I will spare you." Sword Douluo smiled coldly, and without any delay, the huge Seven Kills Sword phantom swept towards the three of them in an instant.

The sharp sword energy cut through the dark night, followed by a huge burst of wind.

All three members of the Zhu family knelt down on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood. Zhu Xingtian, who was seriously injured, finally couldn't hold on anymore and completely lost his breath.

"Brother!"

The remaining two people felt the disappearance of Zhu Xingtian's vitality, and endless hatred surged into their hearts. However, the bloody sword marks on their chests at this moment reminded them that revenge was seeking death.

"Thank you Kendo Chenxin! Please be merciful!"

"What a pity!" Sword Douluo sighed inexplicably, and disappeared into the night with Jiang Siming.

Just when Zhu Xingdi and Zhu Xingren finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to leave with their elder brother's body.

A dead-eyed head slowly rolled in front of the two of them.
Chapter completed!