Chapter 1194

The soldiers on both sides were frightened, while the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were filled with blood, which was infected by LV Wenhuan.

All the Tartars were scared to death. All the soldiers under the pressure of the huge sword rushed to zhutu to escape from the hell of Shura.

Knowing that the general situation is over, the king of the Ming wheel is even more frightened by the power of LV Wenhuan's sword. He does not dare to stay for a long time and just wants to escape.

Seeing that the king of the Ming wheel was about to escape, Lu Wenhuan was gloomy and silent. He just shook his body and went after him.

The stegosaurus is galloping on the earth, reaping the scattered soldiers.

The sword spirit destroys armor and kills people. It smashes everything. Where the sword dragon passed, there is no life left. Everything is crushed into mud!

Only the light blood mist, as well as the thick bloody gas, proves that there is a one-sided massacre here.

Lu Wenhuan's mind moved, and the real spirit flying sword flew out of the sword dragon and stabbed at the back of the bright wheel FA Wang.

Hearing the wind breaking behind him, the king of the bright wheel felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. He turned around and looked back, and he was in a cold sweat.

"It's so smart. There's spirit in the sword. It's a spirit sword." The Ming wheel Dharma king was not only accomplished in the early stage of quadrupole realm, but also learned mottled and complicated. He was not profound in Buddhism, Taoism and magic, so he had no resistance.

After a while, he was soaked in cold sweat and quickened his steps. He just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

With a whoosh, the real spirit flying sword came in an instant, less than 100 meters away from the Ming Lun FA Wang.

The distance of 100 meters, for the true spirit flying sword, is only crossed in the blink of an eye.

Pooh!

The true spirit flying sword pierces the back of the king Dharma king of the bright wheel and penetrates out of the chest. A blood arrow darts into the void.

The king of the Ming wheel was flushed. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He set off from the upper acupoint and didn't die immediately. He followed him like gold paper.

"You Where did you come from The king of the Ming Lun Dharma is unwilling to understand.

"From the master!" Lu Wenhuan flies forward. Under a palm print, the king of the bright wheel dodges and throws out a string of Buddhist beads. His heart moves and the beads explode.

As the air wave swept, LV Wenhuan quickly withdrew. However, he was also crushed into powder by the fine iron armor on his body. He was also hurt a lot. His Qi and blood were rolling in his body, and his body surface was scarred. He ran the spirit Qi to heal the wound.

Seeing this, the king of the Ming wheel fled in a hurry. He didn't want to entangle him. He cherished his life.

LV Wenhuan angrily drank: "despicable, hurt people want to run, which has this truth."

When he pinched his hands, Zhenling flying sword hummed. The sword spirit understood it and cut it off in the sky. The sword spirit enveloped the king of Ming Lun. The real spirit flying sword flew forward and chopped down with one sword. With a whiff, the Ming Lun FA Wang could not reflect it. He didn't find out its trace. When he felt his neck cool, he saw the sky whirling around and his eyelids sank slowly. The world was dark and unconscious.

After killing the Ming Lun FA Wang, Lu Wenhuan again released the true spirit flying sword and blessed the sword dragon.

The sword light, a sword light cold 19 states, just like the light in the hell of Shura, shining on the world, bright, dazzling, life endlessly withered!

Endless opportunities to kill, the sword dragon burst out, so that the world for it!

A sword to, indomitable, tearing all that can see, destroying the life that can breathe!

The sword spirit is vertical and horizontal, and the breath of death is flowing freely between heaven and earth!

Hundreds of sword dragons, like heaven's punishment, cut heaven and earth. Any tartar soldiers who stand in the way are torn to pieces by the terrible sword spirit, or crushed into powder by endless pressure!

Even the gold and iron armor were all smashed, not to mention the flesh and blood body. Before the unstoppable Stegosaurus, it was as fragile as tofu.